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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
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Dying

All words and music © 2007-2012 Usurper Vong