She's Losing Her Mind, But She Won't Lose Me
Some mental problems
She has got 'em
But I am there to help her solve 'em
A list of addictions, she has a collection
And I ride along beside 'em
I'll put my arms around her nightly tremors
She'll never shake me away
We've got our arms around each other
Nobody's coming to save our day
It's hard enough to survive, let alone love
It's hard enough to die, let alone live
It's hard enough to eat, let alone breathe
It's hard enough to receive, let alone give
It's hard enough to stay, let alone leave
She's losing her mind, but she won't lose me
I know what it's like to be like her
What a horrible place to be
Gotta lead her back to reality
If I don't, she'll surely pull me down in to that sea
Some evil stays with you forever
I'll be the wall you bang your fist on
Some people try too hard to be clever
Just be yourself and try to hang on
I know it's hard enough to sleep
Let alone dream of tomorrow
I know it's hard enough to destroy
Let alone stay sober
I know everything that you know
But you only need to know I'm here
And I'll always be there when you open yr eyes
I know what it's like to live in fear
December Boy
I always fall in love in December
With grocery in my arms
It's so cold being alone
I always fall in love in December
It doesn't do too much harm
I'm frozen to the bone
The only voices I ever hear
Come from my TV
That's the way I like it
When we argue, the winner is me
And sometimes I hear a sound
Angelic from my stereo
On vinyl, on tape, on CD
It's best to stay inside in December
To love is to sit on a nervous horse
With a noose kissing your neck
I won't be going out this December
There's nothing to celebrate when yr alone
I've always had a roof over my head
But I've never felt at home
Immaculate Contraception
Come inside
Take off yr clothes
Take two of these, I'll take one of those
Come inside
Take off yr clothes
The room is soothing, a dying glow
Mercury is being pulled in to the sun
Time moves so slow, you don't notice the burn
Stay inside
If you go out, cover up
Don't wear yr heart out there like an accessory
Don't bring back the angry stares of strangers
To burn a whole in me
Don't go outside at all
Don't go outside at all
Don't go outside at all
Don't go outside at all
Not claustrophobic, I never feel trapped
Don't need fresh air, never owned a map
To places I don't need to ever travel to
Just take one of these, I'll take another two
Magnet underneath my couch
Magnet underneath my bed
Magnetic fingertips, magnet-imbedded pretty head
Let's do whatever makes you sweat
So I can touch you in the shower
Let's do something we'll regret
Until these magnets lose their power
Responsibility Around the corner
Responsibility Around the corner
Responsibility Around the corner
Responsibility Around the corner
My Music
The Doors only sound good when yr a drunk
Floyd only makes since when yr on a trip
Everything sounds better when yr stoned
And my music only reaches the hearts of
Psychotic sychophants dipped in to candy coating
Subsequently licked by giant lesbians floating
In a pool of cosmic debrix
The audience is sick
My fans are freaks
What kind of a person listens to me
The sound of hatred and agony
Those stupid angst-ridden teens
Have no idea how truly meaningless life could be
With drug stained hands I deliver the message
To deal with pain as you will
Sin, become a saint
You've got yr own demons to kill
But don't listen to music thinking answers lie therein
No one knows anymore than the stench
Of the shit there in
My music is a pointless endeavor
My music comes from me
No muse is working the lever
My music comes from me
My music is a pointless endeavor
My music comes from me
No muse is working the lever
My music comes from me
Deliver
Where am I
Supposed to find
The new message and from whom?
A messiah or a madman
Who'll be driving home the package
That I need to deliver me
Deliver me beyond anarchy
Deliver me from human boundaries
Are you the mailman to deliver me?
Cannonball through my mind delivered me in to the gutter
Then a friend who owns a ship that runs on Wonder bread & butter
Delivered me to a place I had never seen before
Stars are warm like a hug, the universe is just a rug
To deliver me beyond astronomy
Deliver me from a christian galaxy
The mailman delivered yr letter
And I moved away
No forwarding address
Allows you to deliver dismay
My real friends follow me
To where I lay my head
Return to sender
My mind's impossible to be read
Witches
You'd like my heart to bake
In an oven
You'd like my bones to ache
Like a coven
Of witches
200 years old
But we know who the real bitch is
I'm gonna be bold
Because I have to save myself
And nobody else
I'm sick of singing
I'm sick of singing
I'm sick of singing
About you
I'm sick of singing
I'm sick of singing
I'm sick of singing
But thank you
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headalltheTimeTimeTimeTime
Time is yr enemy
The mirror shoots the scene
But you'll never see the ending of
New Year's Day
Magic 8-ball rolling back 'n' forth inside yr head
"Signs Point To No," think you better stay in bed
I'ts a cold and hungry world, waiting for you out there
Hungry for yr flesh
How you gonna make it through another year?
Honest with others, always lying to yourself
There has to be another way
Stayed in bed for Christmas
Now yr doing the same on New Year's Day
Your Own Best-Friend
Met a girl
Was a square
Turned her sideways
Made her a diamond
She's her own best-friend
I'm my own best-friend
You're your own best-friend
So say hello to your best-friend
When yr shaving
When yr brushing yr teeth
Kiss them goodnight when you go to sleep
And pray they're still there in the morning
'Cause when they go away
You become yr own enemy
Met a guy
Had a lot to offer
But I needed something
Just a little softer
He was his best-friend
I'm getting sick of my best-friend
Always letting me down
I need to find a new best-friend
At my side when I'm happy
At my side when I'm sad
Behind me when I'm angry
Inside me when I'm mad
Take away the pain of
Being alone with myself
Follow when I sink
Hold my hand through this hell
Met you in the dark
I didn't catch yr name
Good or bad for my soul
I need you just the same
There's No Rock 'n Roll At Rusk State Hospital
I spent three years in Rusk State Hospital
At night I still here the screams
Never found my way back to normal
Electricity runs through my dreams
I was busted searching for the thirteenth floor
Pleaded my case to the judge Gave me a new jacket, bolted the door
In Texas, the law doesn't budge
If you ever have the choice, choose prison
Yes, yr spirit may be broken
But atleast yr mind will function
For me, the voices have spoken
end yr life duh duh
end yr life duh duh
(repeat, sing next verse over it)
36 months in Rusk State Hospital
Now a shell of the man I once was
Never danced to a jailhouse rock
I was drooling on padded walls
The walls don't have ears, they have mouths
The sound of confusion all day and night
There is no north, west, east or south
The insect-like buzzing of neon light
No darling angel will come to yr side
A demon in the attic keeps you awake
They'll methodically remove what was once inside
A lovely zombie, you'll make
No giant indian to free you
Do yr time and pray you can still be you
When the world is ready to welcome you back
You'll find they're all just as mad
After The After
My insides are turning to liquid
And passing from me in various modes of secretion
Life isn't fun anymore, I think to myself
When really, I know, it never was
Give me something to eat, so I
Can be sad a little longer
Keep me alive another day
There's nothing after the after
I wonder to myself why do I wander by myself?
When there are so many other confused
Why do I feel the need to abuse?
Why do I feel the need to be used?
My heart is turning to stone
My friends fear me, as do I
I no longer feel safe alone
This comes as no surprise
I might as well look to the future
The past and the present upset
Let's all pick up our chin and be thankful
We're not in our coffins yet
It's Only Hair
Get off of my face now, beard
She's startin' to think I'm weird
As you grew, I began to act funny
I no longer care about money
Everyone is so scared
But, come on, it's only hair
I'm the same person that you once cared about
If I shave, will that relieve yr doubt?
How Do You Like Yr Eggs?
How do you like yr eggs?
Guess where my tattoo is
(repeat)
How am I ever going to get a date
My pick-up lines drop like dead weight
They come from a bottle (that's what I use)
My role-models taught me how to abuse
Is it hot in here or is it just you?
Have you ever seen a crisp $50 bill?
(repeat)
I am going to be alone forever
Or end up with a blonde
Who only loves me for my money
And my magic wand
How do you like yr eggs?
Guess where my tattoo is
Is it hot in here or is it just you?
Have you ever seen a crisp $50 bill?
He Ain't Heavy, He's High
God bless my brother, the pot smoker
He was always so confused
So he smokes away his blues
Delivers pizza to pay his dues
God bless my brother, the pot smoker
The ladies love him for his looks
And leave him when he forgets their name
Refrain: And he thinks he's Eminem sometimes
And he thinks he's Eminem
(repeat)
He was always happier than I
Now I know it's because he was high
I was contemplating suicide
Until I arrived right along side
My brother and all of my friends
We're burning the candle at both ends
Lighting up all day 'n' night
The tunnel is choked with smoke
We see no light
God bless my brother, the pot smoker
God bless my sister, the pot smoker
God bless my mother, the pot smoker
God bless my father, the pot smoker
God bless my aunt, the pot smoker
God bless my uncle, the pot smoker
God bless my grandfather, the pot smoker
God bless my grandmother, the pot smoker
God bless my cousins, the pot smokers
I'm sorry, I've forgotten yr names
God bless America
Leave Paul Reubens alone
Alternative
Alter the natives to be like you
Don't let there be an alternative to
The way you think or the things you do
Make them listen
Force them to see
Make them like you
As you did to me
I'll hunt for you
I'll gather slaves
I'll build an army
Just pave the way
You create us in yr image
And condemn us for pride
Manufacture us to man yr planes
The sky will fall when we go insane
Osama Bin Laden
George W. Bush, Jr.
We're damning one devil
And praising another
There was an alternative
But too few of us vote
Gilligan and the skipper are now in The White House
And neither can fix the hole in this sinking boat
Break out the dramamine, I'm gonna be sick
How can one's head be so thick?
Can't reach anyone, anymore through song
You forgot to teach yr clones right from wrong
From red, white and blue
From right from wrong
From red, white and blue
From right from wrong
Minions, get a clue
The president isn't God
She Cut Off My Cockatiel's Head
I can count my real friends on one hand
Because my best-friend cut off my thumb
And three of my fingers
But what really hurts is that my girlfriend
Cut off my cockatiel's head
Served him as breakfast in bed
I'm so lucky she's old fashioned
And likes to cook for me
With meals like this, who needs enemies?
The cockatiel's head whispers to me at night
"You'd better escape before she cuts off yours"
In my dreams, I hear the cockatiel's head
"Find new friends before you end up dead"
You can cut the paranoia emanating from me with a knife
And you would, you backstabber
Thank God I didn't make you my wife
How can I escape with my dignity intact?
Let alone without my manhood being hacked
Off I go to new lands
A new man
With new demands
Until I get tired of being
The weird dude with only six fingers
They tried to kill me, but their memory lingers
So I'll return to give them another chance
This time they'll know who wears the pants
'Cause I need help getting dressed in the morning
I'm so lucky she's old fashion
And likes to cook for me
With meals like this, who needs enemies?
The cockatiel's head screams to me at night
"Your a fool, an idiot!"
In my dreams, I hear the cockatiel's head
"Are you crazy, Man? You're better off dead"
In my dreams, I hear the cockatiel's head
"Are you crazy, Man? Are you crazy, Man?"
Are you crazy, Man? Are you crazy, Man?
Are you crazy, Man? Are you crazy, Man?
[...fake fade...]
Are you crazy, Man? Are you crazy, Man?
[fade out]
PCP
Last night I took another strange drug
When I awoke my hands were stained with blood
Chorus: Come on, Come on
Come on, Come on
Come on, Come on
Come on, Come on
PCP, oh yeah, amphetamine!
Call it angel dust, but I became the devil
I'm chugging Pledge to purge the evil
Chorus
I don't want to sound complaining
But you know my heart is straining
Oh God, it's gonna fucking explode!
AHHHHHH!
[backwards guitar solo]
Chorus
I'm going to Texas!
Come on, Come on!
I'm going insane!
Come on, Come on!
Gonna travel the world!
Come on, Come on!
I'm a runaway train!
Come on, Come on!
Got plenty of fuel!
Come on, Come on!
Never slow down!
Come on, Come on!
This isn't Red Bull!
Come on, Come on!
Burn the labs to the ground!
Come on, Come on!
I need sleep! SLEEP!
Speed makes you rude!
SLEEP! SLEEP!
Give me a lude!
It Takes More Than Acid To Be A Syd
Paranoia Paranoia
Dementia Dementia
Delusion and Sadness
Depression and Madness
Takes some dedication
Take some medication
Why should I sing in only one key throughout a song
To not give voice to each personality would be wrong
LET ME OUT! IT'S DARK AND FUZZY IN HERE!
It takes some dedication to discard yr medication
Takes inebriation to create a situation
Of comfort and elation/Of joy and frustration
It takes extended inebriation to solve the simplest equation
Every voice agrees: They're not happy inside me
Like the west coast, I'm ready to crack
And fall in to the sea
So yr friends are dropping like flies
Don't blame the man upstairs
Try to see through His eyes
He can't answer every prayer
So stop tapping yr ceiling with a broom
Imagine His responsibilities/You'd quit within a week
I can't think anymore of a single thing to say
That could help anyone in any way
If they've reached the point that I have, then
There's no chance for them to be saved
No way out, no turning back
The hands of time are calloused and sore
It's a cuckoo clock to be sure
"Freeze me, please!" I cried out in the 80's
The radio is such a bore
Actors get sad, writers got it worse
The singer/songwriter tag is a curse
Midgets get angry, girls go wild
I haven't been happy since I was a child
Soon on the horizon, will rise a wave
Say hello to the ocean: a watery grave
Now were all equal: woman and man
Male and female: bones in the sand
I had so much to say before my demise
Though I could only think of nonsense
They still called me wise
A genius and gifted, but every word was lifted
All you need is a really good disguise
soundfx
In one ear And out the other
In one ear And out yr mother
I love what you drop off inside
In to yr microphone Out of my speaker
You invite me on a magic carpet ride
Why don't you sell yr dreams to me?
Yr fantasy will set me free
It's in my world Right next to me
I can smell it's dust I can tug on it's sleeve
As it guides me Throughout my life
Clear in the day Through a haze at night
Sometimes orgasmic Sometimes bad
Sometimes angry Sometimes sad
Mostly absorbed But sometimes created
By sad losers in their bedrooms on a 4-track
By twenty-something's far too jaded
To really try and connect with another human
So they call themselves artists and self-medicate
Oh, I bought a cassette of scary sound effects
For twenty-five cents at a thrift store
This was the highlight of my day
And now I am writing a song, simply so
I can use those sound effects in a song
I didn't want it to be too long
So I stopped it suddenly right here
Post Mortem/Post Coital
I'll be late for my own funeral
My baby's a necrophiliac
She likes me cold and stiff
Disease
Well, you got it/Yeah, you got it [repeat throughout]
There are millions of invisible beings
Living inside you, trying to kill you
What are you going to do about it?
I'm gonna spread it around
Gonna watch TV
Gonna find out who gave it to me
They eat a little of you each day
Received on yr birthday, you couldn't return it
You already emanate a stench of decay
What are you going to do about it?
I'm gonna beat them to the punch they spiked
When they infected me with this virus
Take them along with me
Whoever delivered this disease
Don't fall for their tricks
They'll make you sick
One night in heaven
Then yr fucked for life
Unauthorized Flossing
Have you been disobeying yr dentist?
Done anything yr leader wouldn't approve of?
If I were you, I'd be careful
There are cameras everywhere
Just run a red light and you'll see
Old Clown
The clown wipes the smile from his mouth
After falling down
And I don't want to know
What it's like to be old
Having to entertain those you despise
Frantic frowns are falling by the wayside
Red noses washing up at the seaside
The show is going on as planned
The world has lost it's sense of humor
We're all damned!
Problems pile up
And are vomited up
And fall out of compact cars
Compare yrself with yr father
You'll find you won't get far
Old clown wipes the paint from his face
Takes one last look around
They all laugh at you until
That last trip to the ground
Thrift/28, Still Blue
Two wrongs don't make a right--I don't want to do anything 'til I get home
Two wrongs don't make a right--I don't want to do anything 'til I get stoned
Don't start without me, my guitar
To quote from Michael Azerrad's
Our Band Could Be Your Life
"...the music started to diversify,
but instead of a thriving, united counterculture,
the indie scene was now just a small segment
of the music market catering to ever more minute
and rarely overlapping subgenres: Twee pop, math
rock, neo-country, riot grrrl, mod, four-track auteurs,
emo-core, lounge, garage, love rock, even music
made by mentally ill people."
Everything I own comes second-hand
They didn't want you, but I do
(repeat)
She told me she was going to die a virgin
And still end up in Hell
Her young sins had landed her in jail
So I sent letters, reminding her
That at least all her friends will be there
She laughed and agreed
We don't deserve to be buried in suits
Jeans and a t-shirt will do
Or just let his cheap ass burn
Do they make a Salvation Army urn?
I wanna pen a tune 'bout sexual confusion
And I'm thinkin' bout The Mats--how they did it best
I'm wonderin' how I might make mine different
As I sit here in my dress
Indie rock is trying to turn me gay
Sure Yo La Tengo and Superchunk can stay
But Belle & Sebastian, you gotta go
And I'm on the fence with Mr. Dando
I wish I was on a fence with Chan Marshall
Holding her arm, drying her tears with my already wet sleeve
She would never leave me for a major
'Cause I'm the matador, distracting the bull from her dreams
And she would never frown upon my dress
It fits me nicely, she would be impressed
She could borrow it!
Ignorance Is The New Slavery
I've been searching for the tree of knowledge
But they distract me with the weed of forgetfulness
Ignorance is the new slavery
Cowardice is the new bravery
Cleverness is annoying
To be insane is only natural
Madness is the new rational
Dreams are the new reality
Sleep is the only escape
In dreams and visions I find comfort
Knowing there's more than money, sex and genocide
No monster killing for oil when I close my eyes
Stabbing and draining the earth, hungry for it's blood
Destroying culture, erasing magic
My body waits for the flood
Ignorance is the new slavery
Cowardice is the new bravery
Cleverness is annoying
My body waits for the flood
To be insane is only natural
Madness is the new rational
Dreams are the new reality
Death is the only escape
My body waits for the flood
My mind stretches out in to other dimensions
Look inside, see flashes of light
It's easy if you try
