Hey, hey, good lookin' Whatcha got cookin'? How's about cookin' Somethin' up with me? Hey, sweet baby, Don't you think maybe We could find us A brand
I might be wrong I might be wrong I could have sworn I saw a light Coming home I used to think I used to think There is no future left at all I used
There are better things To talk about Be constructive Bear witness We can use Be constructive With your blues Even when he turned The water blue Even
While you make pretty speeches I'm being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance When this just feels like spinning plates I'm living
I stopped tryin' to write the things I don't like And I started goin' back to where I'd been before She said, "I don't blame you, I'd do the same" Opportunity
I, I gotta new life, you would hardly recognize me, I'm so glad How could a person like me care for you? I, why do I bother when you're not the one for
Dog-tired Yeah, I'm wired Uptight-er than an a-string About to break Tail-draggin' A little ragged Hangin' by a thread That's startin' to fray Just
Standing there by a broken tree Her hands are all twisted, she was pointing at me I was damned by the light, coming out of her eyes She spoke with a voice
Ants on a log floatin' down a river Runnin' around but not gettin' anywhere Powerstearin' wheels, just ain't connected And we can't jump off like flees
Want to fuck off, drop out Never trust a fuckin' hippie For that matter don't trust anyone Quit school, don't work Livin' up the music you punk If I
One source of energy The ultimate discovery Electric blue for me Never more to be free Electricity Nuclear and H.E.P. Carbon fuels from the sea Wasted
Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull my trigger, I am bigger than Rip them down, hold them up Tell them that I'm your gun Pull
I got something to say I killed your baby today And it doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead Well I got something to say I raped your mother
I wish I could go so far away Where time moves too slow day after day I'll wait and I'll sit and watch the clouds As they go by. I have a sensation where
Martian men are coming to earth they're abducting all of the jerks, Martian men are coming to earth Martian men, don't take me Pods are landing from
My mind is wide asleep My conscience keep awake The promises I deep Are not the ones I make I count the costant causes I lost count of regrets A surplus
Call it libertarian 'cos we do as we please don't need fear of force to foster no morality morals are a substitute concern in someone's ear They're basically
Tear that poster off the wall It takes up too much space We ain't no fucking rock band, man We're a professional Disgrace - is the word I would use To