September '75 I was 47 Inches high My mom said by Christmas I would have A badass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after class
*-Now I'm big and important One angry dwarf And two hundred solemn faces Are you If you really want to see me Check the papers and the T.V. Look who's telling who what to do Kiss my ass goodbye
Don't give me that bullshit You know who I am I'm your nightmare little man Vic you stole my lunch money Made me cry. Jane remember second grade Said you couldn't stand my face Rather than kiss me you said You'd rather die
*REPEAT
You'll be sorry one day Yes you will, yes you will You shouldn't push me around Cause I will, yes I will You will be sorry when I'm big Yes you will, yes you will You will be sorry
*REPEAT
Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now (??? something about payback ???) Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now Kiss my ass kiss my ass goodbye now (You should be paying me, Vic!) September 75, I was 47 inches high. . . September 75, September 75. . .
He shouted out his last word And he stumbled through The yard And she shattered her last china plate And spun off in the car When he lunged onto the hood She stopped to tell him she'd Been wrong He was thrown head over heels Into the traffic coming on
*-But then All is fair, all is fair In love Ba ba ba
Did you get my other letters Sometimes I think I oughta call 'Cause you know I often Wonder if you open them at all Every couple nights or so You know you pop into my dreams I just can't get rid of you like you got rid of me Ohh but I send my best Cause God knows you've seen My worst
*REPEAT
All this breathing in never Breathing out Well I guess she made her way Through the mob too late to Hear him say That he'd gotten all he Wanted A crowd to watch him bear The pain He'd been keeping in So what
*REPEAT
Am I right? Am I right? Now I'm lonely and I'm right I'm lonely and I'm right Yeah [live:Goddamn]
6 am day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in The dark The smell of cold Car seat is freezing The world is sleeping and I am numb Up the stairs to her apartment She is balled up on the couch Her mom and dad went down To Charlotte They're not home to find us Out And we drive Now that I have founds someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before
*-She's a brick and I'm drowning Slowly Off the coast and I'm headed Nowhere She's a brick and I'm drowning Slowly
They call her name at 7:30 I pace around the parking lot Then I walk down to buy her Flowers And sell some gifts that I got Can't you see It's not me you're dying for Now she's feeling more alone Than she ever has before
*REPEAT
As weeks went by It showed that she was not fine They told me son it's time To tell the truth And she broke down and I broke Down 'Cause I was tired of lying Driving back to her apartment For the moment we're alone She's alone And I'm alone Now I know it
I said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back Are all the dishes intact? Let them be broken, broken
*-It's easy to be Easy and free When it doesn't mean anything You remain selfless, cold and Composed
You've done me no favor To call and be nice Telling me I Can take anything I like You don't owe me to be so Polite You've done no wrong You've done no wrong Get out of my sight
*REPEAT
Come on baby now throw me A right to the chin Don't just stare like You never cared I know you did But you just smile Like a bank teller Blankly telling me Have a nice life Come on baby now Throw me a right To the chin Just one sign that could Show me that you give a Shit But you just smile politely And I grow weaker and I Said what you wanted to hear And what I wanted to say So I will take it back
She plays wipeout on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather round and sing the guitar Oh I. . .have you got nothing to say When all words fail she Speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks through the garden So the roses can see Oh I. . .have you got nothing To say And you can see daisies In her footsteps Dandelions, butterflies I wanna be Kate
Everyday she wears the same Thing I think she smokes pot She's everything I want She's everything I'm not Oh I. . . Have you got nothing to say She never gets wet She smiles and it's a rainbow And she speaks and she Breathes I wanna be Kate
Down by Rosemary and Cameron She hands out the Bhagavad Gita I see her around every couple Days I wanna see her so that I can say. . .hey Kate
Leaf by leaf and page by page Throw this book away All the sadness all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the Glue All of the grief we never even Knew We had it all along Now it's Smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened All the people come and Gone Never really lived All the people come have gone No one to forgive Smoke
CHORUS We will not write a new one There will not be a new one Another one another one
Here's and evening dark with Shame Throw it on the fire Here's the time I took the Blame Throw it on the fire Here's the time we didn't speak It seemed for years and years and Here's a secret No one will ever know the Reasons for the tears They are smoke
CHORUS
Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when They burn They travel Those who say the past is Not dead Can stop and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is Not dead Well stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is Not even past and You keep on saying We are, Smoke
Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But He couldn't sleep at night for Fear that she In a stupor from the drugs That didn't ease the pain Would set the house ablaze With a cigarette
Everyone gather round now Sing us a song Just in case by tomorrow It happens he's gone For two weeks and seven days Our fair foreign friend I have this feeling We might never see Steven again
We thought he was gone But he's come back again Last week it was funny But now the joke's wearing thin Everyone knows now That every night now Will be Steven's last night In town
He's charmed [live:fucked] everyone here Except Tamara Easter Who later revealed to him Her innermost secrets Won us over with stories About Linda McCartney Lost points with the ladies For saying he couldn't love a Woman with cellulite
[on Demo: I'm wondering how Your decorations are standing up. In fact, the lawn's looking a little Shabby, but we can discuss that later. How's the chimney stack doing? And the door arches, they're OK?] We were talking 'bout something Seems like was funny Then Steven got quiet I think Steven was mad [live: pissed] Maybe he wasn't mad But we felt very strange in The moment But the moment was passed And forgotten about
Do you not hear me anymore I know it's not your thing To care I know it's cool to be so bored But it sucks me in when you're aloof It sucks me in, it sucks it works I guess it's cool to be alone
Will you never rest Fighting the battle of who Could care less Every day you wake up late Sometimes I wish I was That way
And you think Rockford Files Is cool But there are some things That you would change If it were up to you So think about your masterpiece Watch the Rockford Files and Call to see if Paul can score Some weed Will you never rest Fighting the battle Of who could care less Unearned unhappiness That's alright I guess
I've got this great idea Why don't we pitch into the Franklin fucking Mint Fine pewter portraits of General apathy and major boredom singing. . . Whatever and ever amen. Oh well maybe not try Again This should cheer you up For sure See I've got your old I.D. And you're all dressed up like The Cure
Will you never rest Fighting the battle Of who could care less Unearned unhappiness You're my hero I confess
All is quiet his tired eyes See figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around The bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up And nothing's making sense She's sleeping like a baby She doesn't know he wasn't Meant for this
I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war
He drove home again Pissed and beaten It's really no big deal It happens all the time It's no big deal
I'm missing the war I'm missing the war all night Missing the war I'm missing the war Till beads of sunlight hit Me in the morning (and I forget)
So much time so little to say
Time may fly And dreams may die The shaking voice that tells Him go Still thinks he might He knows he won't I'm missing the war Missing the war all night Missing the war
What I've kept with me And what I've thrown away Don't know where the hell I've ended up On this glary, random day Were the things I really cared about Just left along the way For being to pent up and proud
Woke up way too late Feeling hung over and old And the sun was shining bright And I walked barefoot Down the road Started thinking about My old man It seems that all men Wanna get into a car and go Anywhere
Here I stand - sad and free I can't cry and I can't see What I've done God. . .what have I done
Don't you know I'm numb, man No I can't feel a thing at all 'Cause it's all smiles and business These days And I'm indifferent to the loss I've faith that there's a soul somewhere Who's leading me around I wonder if she knows Which way is down. . . [on demo:which way is up and which is down. . .]
I poured my heart out I poured my heart out It evaporated. . .see?
Blind man on a canyon's edge Of a panoramic scene Or maybe I'm a kite That's flying high and random Dangling a string Or slumped over in a vacant room Head on a stranger's knee I'm sure back home They think I've lost my mind.
i thought about sitting on the floor in second grade i couldn't keep the pace i thought i was the only one moving in slow motion while the other kids knew something i did not but if i acted like a clown i thought it'd get me through, it did but that don't work no more you're not a kid no more i thought i'd do some travelling never did regrets, regrets i thought about the hours wasted watching t.v., drinking beer i thought about the things i thought about until immobilized with fear and all the great ideas i had and how we just made fun of those who had the guts to try and fail and then i ended up in jail regrets, regrets ... but just for a day seems the police had made a computer mistake said there must be thousands like me with the same name anyway, i thought about the things i settled for or never tried i never visited my grandma even once when she was sick before she died so i don't blame you if you never come to see me here again regrets, regrets...
I'm not one to look behind I know that times must change But over there in Barrytown they do things very strange And though you're not my enemy I like things like they used to be And though you'd like some company I'm standing by myself Go play with someone else I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown
Don't believe I'm taken in by stories I have heard I just read the Daily News and swear by every word And don't think that I'm out of line For speaking out for what is mine I'd like to see you do just fine But look at what you wear And the way you cut your hair
I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown
In the beginning we recall that the word was hurled Barrytown people got to be from another world
Leave me or I'll be just like the others you will meet They won't act as kindly if they see you on the street And don't you scream or make a shout It's nothing you can do about It was there where you came out It's a special lack of grace I can see it in your face
I can see by what you carry that you come from Barrytown
Saw a silhouette across a fluorescent Floating overhead, undoing his helmet Through the murky beams and blue-green sea life I saw him spinnin' towards the moonlight
I pull him in, he wasn't breathing His eyes were wide and he saw two of me there There's an ugly buzz that hovers just above the quiet Found a way to make it silent
I'm comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air Air Air
They hold my hand and ask me to pull through A voice I know says "dear, he probably can't hear you"
Comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air I'm comin' up for air
2-3-4. . . pull over the car pull over the car I think I see some sweet squirrel rim pull over the car (really) pull over the car I think I feel like gettin' down on ya [note: this is a mystery lyric. I doubt that I'm right about it]
CHORUS I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna you make me feel make me feel meke me feel retarded
I can't leave it alone jerk off on the phone (yeah!) I want you to come on over pretty pretty bad idea really bad idea really really bad idea
CHORUS
retarded, you make me feel so
(oh, yeah ok!) na na na na na
when I stood you up I thought that you'd give up now I realize you're just like a dog
Stop the bus I wanna be lonely When seconds pass slowly And years go flying by You gotta stop the bus We get off here
Enough's enough And I'm leaving this factory All she wants is food on the table And I won't be able to bring it home
And all I want, come on, Is all I need, yeh is free 'Cos I'm a factory
Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here Messed up my brother's mind He's far from earth Tell me what's he worth
The same as you The same as me In this factory
Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please? That's what she said to me But big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery
It's four in the morning Mother don't know That I'm going far away She's whispering to the moon I hope he don't join you soon
Baby boss Climbs up from his soapbox Great Caesar's ghost Knows what's best for me He says stop the bus
Did Mother Nature tell you Boy you come and go as you please That's what she said to me Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery Big brother got the keys And I got Jackson Cannery
Some summers in the evening after six or so I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer I think about my friends Sometimes I wish they lived out here But they wouldn't dig this town No they wouldn't dig this town Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore
Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can't change Pretend it's not that way, it's my idea of faith You can blow it off and say there's good in nearly everyone Just give them all a chance Alice, give them all a chance Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore
No, it didn't work out No, it didn't work out the way we thought it would No, it didn't work out An arranged marriage is not so good
Thank God it's you You know your timing is impeccable I'm not fooling you I don't know what to do Some dude just knocked me cold And left me on the sidewalk Took everything I had, everything I had
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress Try not to think about it anymore It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress Anymore, no not anymore Anymore, no not anymore
Come here one time, what's up y'all. I got this fucking rim going on out here. I'm gonna give a shout out To my home boy out there in LA: Wussup boy? Wussup yo? Come on.
Oh, goddamn.
Yo this goes out to my home boy Tre, Going on in Chapel Hill. Yeah shouts out as aka known as "Roadie Killer".
They all said it. Mmm-hmm. They all said it. Ugh! They all said it. Mmm. They all said it.
Yo shouts out to my main manager-man, Al Wolmark, Known as aka, "Ill Pride of Motherfucker".
CEC CEC CEC
Bring in the bass, ya'll!
Yeah! And I thought that's how you felt About the motherfucker! Yeah! I thought that's how you felt. Yeah Sledge, bring in the bass. Yeah.
For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, Yah come on. For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs, Come on! For those of y'all that wear fannie packs! And ponytails! Come on! For those of ya'll that wear fannie packs And ponytails, I've got the fucking on!
Yeah! My boy Sledge on the bass in your face! My boy Ben on the piano, comin' in. Let him in! Let him in! Yeah! Let my boy Ben in. Alright. Yeah.
Hey D! Hey D! Yo, wassup? Oh, goddamn. You gonna let me in D? Wassup? You gonna let me in? Yo, let that piano solo in. Let me in! Let me in! Goddamn!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, ah.
I been around the world, I've seen things happen. I don't my singing and I don't mind rapping. I could find another hundred ways to get my shit.
Goddamn, that's so fucking shit!
Yeah, I said for those of y'all with fannie packs: Your song's coming up, it's coming at ya!
I wanna borrow an Alan wrench, I wanna borrow some duct tape, I wanna borrow a mic cable. Bass in your face!
Bass in your face, Ugh! Bass in your face, Ugh! Bass in your face, Ugh! Ugh! Yo G, see in.
Alright, let's break it, break it, break it down. We're gonna break this shit on down. Gimme some bass.
Play that cymbal, man, Play that tasty, tasty high-hat work. Yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high work, I'm gonna bring that shit in. I wanna taste it, man. Right now!
Ha ha ha! A ha ha ha! Yeah Ha ha ha! Goddamn A ha ha ha!
Yah, this song goes out to My main-man at The Point in Atlanta Wussup, G? Gimme more fucking monitor man! Bernie!
I'm sorry, I can't give you any more monitor than that. It won't go any higher than that because the transistors, The resistors, they won't go any higher! Yo, yo eh!
Alright, yo, take this motherfucker out With a piano solo. Goddamn, ugh!
Ugh, goddamn. Uh.
Alright. Turn that shit out. 1! 2! 3! 4! Ugh!
Ha ha ha! I hoped you taped that! That's our next single. Oh, they left. They gave up. "These guys are fucking idiots." Ha ha ha! That sucked!
I was never cool in school I'm sure you don't remember me
And now it's been ten years I'm still wonderin' who to be And I'd love to mix in circles Cliques, and social coteries - that's me Hand me my nose ring Can we be happy Show me the mosh pit Can we be happy
We can be happy underground
Who's got the looks, who's got the brains Who's got everything Now I got this pain in my heart, that's all Hey you with the long and lonely face There's got to be something else Let me tell ya something else There was a girl who passed me by She gave a smile but I was shy And I looked down, so down Don't look down no no, go go underground
And now there's a place to go It's the morning now, it's the evening It's everything I click my heels and I'm there
Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here
Everything's heavy underground
And we'll be decked in all black and Slamming the pit fantastic Officer Friendly's little boy's got a mohawk And he knows just where we're coming from It's industrial, work it underground Get down, get down, get down
Underground, underground Everything's happy underground You been kicked around Did life bring you down here
Everything's heavy underground
We can be happy, we can be happy We can be happy underground
We can, we can, we can be
Everythings happy
You been kicked around Did life bring you down here Everything's happy underground
We can, we can, we can be Everything We can, we can, we can be Everything is We can, we can, we can be Underground We can, we can, we can be
