amputee time A starburst in the heart, now I'm awake I cried out to the dark, but that was a mistake I'm far from sharp, and close enough to kill Nonchalance is art and my only skill Stop where you're at, stoop to a new low The plan of attack, everybody will soon know Stop where you're at, stoop to a new low The plan of attack, everybody will soon know... Every answer comes one day, When we don't need them When they look at us, they say, "There is something between them" Soon you'll be where you want to be, Far, far from judging eyes All by myself with my ideas, I give the world a surprise... It's just me against revolver, A race against time On top of the sacred altar, I proclaim her mine They typecast me as a socialite, But even I need rest And I'll pray to he who listens, 'Cause he helps me forget... I cross paths with the architect On a warm, dusty road He said, "What did you expect When your soul is so old?" He whispered in my ear, "Your sins are absolved, You should show appreciation When there's pain involved..." Certain situations led to the breaking point Quit picking pillow fights, I'm feeling ill tonight I'm feeling ill tonight... bullitt A sweet lass does the laundry that doesn't belong to her Everyone says she's ugly, ugly and disturbed She's not selfish, she has a simple dream One day she'll be given to the noble breed Fast break, must escape Make a dash, break fast A young boy tends the animals that belong to the local lord But he was born to roam with a shield and sword People need a hero to make the wrong right His mind has been made up, he's leaving Hell tonight Straight jacket, loony bin When we leave, we will win They hatch the great escape to go explore the land To see what fate awaits the Good Lord's master plan One day they will matter, or they'll matter not The only way to now is to give it your best shot Fast break, must escape Make a dash, break fast coast to coast Sign says 25, I'm goin' 82 I've got to be somewhere, I hope I get there soon I'm in a hurry 'cause I gotta be someplace, And if I see my friends, then I will simply wave I'm getting tired, and I'm feeling rather parched, But I'll keep rolling on just like a shopping cart Feet don't you fail me now Landscapes are getting old, and I was told, "Don't bend your knee when you're free," and Nothing can stop us now... The engine's running, but the driver's on vacation, But that won't keep me from reaching my destination I'm in a hurry 'cause I gotta be someplace I'm never late, you see, to me that's bad taste I'm getting tired, and I'm feeling rather parched I'm running naked and swinging my private parts Feet don't you fail me now I'm just traveling, and I don't know where I'm going It's just I can't sit still, I've got to stay in motion I'm in a hurry, but I've got no place to be It's just a great big world, I've got some sights to see I'm getting tired, and I'm feeling rather parched, But I could never stop, that's when depression starts Feet don't you fail me now If you wanna hang with us, better have your runnin' shoes, We're goin' coast to coast, we got those walkin' blues Nothing can stop us now... degenerate genius I'm about to tell you the very true tale of the mighty poet Rogelio Bevestegen, From the desert land to make us all laugh with Neal Cassady and Jack Kerouac He's a gentle giant, brave and true, degenerate genius who keeps us all amused, His best friend was Mateas Matinger, writer of ballads, poems and scripts, They were dime store novelists who lived on 7th Street... I had the privilege of spending time and causing chaos with these special swine, We would have a drink and make people think, creating magic with paper and ink, We did a lot of drugs, we had a lot of fun, we enjoyed coke with our Coke and rum... They wrote their magnum opus on the back of a napkin, The kids had all gone crazy, humans had the weirdest one, The world fell in love with the words they wrote, immortalized on stage and screen, But if you weren't there, you will never know how they died drunk in New Mexico... Rogelio Bevestegen, we will always love you, Mateas Matinger, we'll always think of you, May you rest in peace, your words will never die, We'll walk with our Lord for Brains in the sky... We did a lot of drugs, we had a lot of fun, we enjoyed coke with our Coke and rum... fuel to the fire Don't wanna think about the things that I don't understand You got me stuck inside a maze inside my head I don't know if I can find my way out again I wish you'd just talk to me and let me know your plan But you're gonna wait to scream and shout Until you think you've found a way out Maybe you will someday But in the meantime, it's pay to play I wouldn't want you any other way Oh, here I go again throwing fuel right on the fire You say you want to stay at home You say you need to be alone You say you're hurting, but I keep on stopping by Wish I could stay away, but the truth is that's a lie But I'm gonna wait to scream and shout Until I think we've found a way out Maybe we will someday But in the meantime, it's pay to play I wouldn't want you any other way highway 17 blues Goin' up Scotts Valley, git me a sack uh weed Goin' up Scotts Valley, git me that sack uh wee-heeeed Right about now I feel so low a little high is all I need Woman left me yestuhday, had another man to see Woman left me yestuhday, had another man to see-heeee Took me so damn long to fall in love with her, she musta fell outta love with me Stuck in traffic on 17, break lights flash up ahead Stuck in traffic on 17, break lights flash up ahead That SUV done flipped its lid, hope someone din't wind up dead (like a soccer mom) Couldn't write at all last night, muh tears got in the way Couldn't write at all last night, muh tears got in the way-haaay I couldn't write at all last night, rolled over and wrote this song today ice cream conehead Wake up in the morning, go to bed in the evening, in between I think about you It's been so long since I been home, I don't know what I'm gonna do I just can’t wait to get off this rock and come runnin' on back to you! But my ship left me behind again, and I think this time it’s for real Wake up in the morning, go to bed in the evening, in between I eat some food: IHOP for breakfast, Double Double in the afternoon, pizza and ice cream, too They say this shit will kill you in the end, but it won’t get me ‘Cause I’m a triple-stomached gastronaught from Alpha Gamma 23 Wake up in the morning, go to bed in the evening, in between I watch the tube Always seems like nothing’s on, especially at a quarter to two Oh, I know my friends are turnin' 'round, I know they’re comin' for me ‘Cause I’m an ice cream conehead from Alpha Gamma 23 invincible Polio, you and me are best friends ever, Crutches are fantasy camp, and I am the champion! Look around at the people who control both legs and wiggle their toes… Leprosy has made me far beyond human, If pain is the teacher, then I'm the apprentice! I need to make a sacrifice, please, accept these gifts: hands, feet, face… Blind, deaf and dumb with no need for tongues, Ask me today, I'd say, "I am the lucky one!" When the judgment comes, I'll be as good as gold 'Cause disease has made me so invincible! So-o-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh invincible! | jungle We're goin' down a dangerous road More than a Buffalo two-step away Go into survival mode Run like the Devil before it's too late Sticks and stones break your bones pronto I've got a hunch, let's call the Head Honcho If all goes well, we'll make it on time Before they cancel my clan completely Thank God I'm in my prime No one could mentally ever defeat me You've got a long way to go It's over when you start going slow You'd better be prepared It's a jungle out there la compora She's prettier than a painted desert on Arabian nights She is deeper than the darkest jungle soldiers saw in Viet Nam Her father teaches math class at the local high school Her mother must have been a beauty queen, pride of her family So please, Miss La Compora, know I always thought of you It's no secret I like you (more than) sorta, but there's nothing I can do So, so hot in a pair of sweat pants, (Dr. Jones) Smoke some pot, get high, let's dance! (Dr. Jones) No, no time for romance (Dr. Jones) 'Cause I'm so slow that I missed my chance She'll never walk out of my head even when she has somewhere to go Maybe one day we'll be newlyweds, lay around getting old All my life, I've been a traveler, once I almost had a solid thing But I knew it wasn't good for her, fraternizing with the likes of me Let's take a walk on a lover's tryst, (Here I come) We could talk, and you gimme a kiss, (Here I come) Drive away in a green V-Dub, (¡Ven aquí!) I'll see you tomorrow and give you love Royalty for a day, I almost missed the parade She was looking fierce, fresh like heaven's tears ooh la-la (the hunt is on) Gasoline and icotine on the dancefloor You light me up with the way your body sings The look in your eye tells me that you're lookin' to score I lay it down break it off, and leave you beggin' for more Ooh la-la, the hunt is on A vodka cran and a cigarette in your hand The faint scent of peppermint when we kiss I lay it down nice and slow, it hurts so bad that I just gotta let it go Fly off in illusions and let the rhythm roll Ooh la-la, the hunt is on When I look up, you disappear, And I get to wonderin' if you were really here You show up at the end of the night With a Camel on your lips sayin', "Baby, got a light?" I flick my Bic, light your stick, and offer you a ride Sweet vanilla and incense in your bedroom You apologize for the way your bras hang off the lampshade You say, "It's not my fault, it's the only way to dry them." And I say, "Baby, that's okay. We don't need our clothes anyway!" Ooh la-la, the hunt is on You take me down onto your bed, Dreams of sugarplums dancing in my head Alluvasudden there's a knocking on your door And you say, "Holy shit, I think my boyfriend's home from jail," I zip my fly, grab the keys to my ride and find a window. peeping tomkat Claws like sharpened knives, eyes like binoculars I've got naughty hobby, I like to spy on birds When the mother flies away, I get close to the nest It only takes a moment, I watch her undress Life revolves around finding a feast most fowl In every urban area, right outside your house I've got a date with a girl, but she doesn't know I'm there Everybody says it's wrong, but felines don't care I'm in the bushes, and I gotta find a tasty snack It's not my fault that I'm a peeping tom alley cat Nine lives and everyone's a little sick The doctor told me I should stop eating catnip I'm in your neighborhood, so better hide your parakeet I'm over fences, and I'm faster than a heartbeat I'm not a dog, so I don't "woof" or do tricks To get the tail feathers, I tiptoe through the tulips No one's home except a couple cute chicks Heaven help me, mentally I'm on the fritz Blue jay or a swallow, pigeons and chicken hawks, I'm not prejudiced, a pervert never stops Asleep most of the day, life is a purrrfect purr, Chirping is the sweetest sound I have ever heard I like the way you sweat, I wanna scratch your back, And now the eggs will hatch, Lemme hear your bird call... Ooooowah! And now we're done. problem gambler Her mother was my favorite gypsy Father's just a little kamikaze Her best friend's got a real big stiffy Her men tend to be a bit sloppy Shakespeare was the common bond The road we walked along broke away And stayed forever gone The dance has gotten underway Her patience is getting thin I'm on drugs and I can't wait For the pictures that I'm not in Hooray! I'm excited! It's my birthday! You're invited! The event is held at my new second home Don't bother bringing treats, the only cake I want to eat Is that sweet skin on top her collarbone A couple shots down the road, I could smell burning skin Me and my little problem gambler Found trouble to get ourselves in Her boots make me sick, her hair is real thick, Her figure makes a grown man quiver, And ever since day one, she's been like a loaded gun, And it's oh so much fun to pull her trigger wake-up call Hey you in front of me, drivin' in your SUV, hang up your cell phone, I gotta get around you It's gonna give you cancer deep down in your brain It's gonna block your will to see There's a great big world right outside your car It's a place you might like to be You can't see your leash, but you wear it very well And guess who's on the other end He's a jolly old man by the name of Uncle Sam Sucking up all we can spend, so keep on spending This world is full of stupid, lazy convenience junkies And I know I fit right in 'Cause we all buy into the same ol' bullshit 'Cause to question is to sin Some people just don't care People, they don't fucking care Don't want to sound like this, I ain't cut out for preachin' But some things have to be said If you don't look out now, you're not gonna see me comin' round Pretty soon, we'll both be dead Some people just don't care People, they don't fucking care wrong guy Someone visit me for a while It's lonely in a padded room They kept saying I'm in denial They accuse me of murdering you Why would I do an ugly thing To such a beautiful vessel? You were a member of my team I found my faith in your temple... I'd sell my soul for a book to read, A board game or guitar to strum They punish me for an evil deed But I never hurt anyone Dogs eat dogs until end of days It's time to sharpen your teeth Bad things happen anyways Stay strong and stand on your feet... Please step back, here come the hepcats Constantly we're causing chaos and cardiac collapse After the aftermath, there's action in our aircraft A crash course collision, like an earthquake Coming in the form of a giant headache The undertaker's undercarriage doused a dames da-dun-da-duns Through cunning comes the bun buns In payments or a lump sum We're gonna dance, dance, dance, down to the electric chair Come dance with us if life's not fair If I ever find the evil man, I'll punish him for the pain he caused But I'll never find the evil man, 'Cause he's me, and he's already been caught... *pending clarification Sour Apples Sweet Peaches Sins & Syringes Dying All words and music © 2007-2012 Usurper Vong |
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