My baby taught me how to smoke
My baby taught me how to breathe
My baby taught me how to hide
My baby taught me how to leave
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!
My baby taught me how to choke
My baby taught me how to eat
My baby taught me how to fuck
My baby taught me how to be
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!
My old lady taught me (real well?)
My old lady taught me how to read
My old lady taught me how to write
My old lady taught me how to drink...
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol
My old lady taught me how to smoke
My old lady taught me how to breath
My old lady taught me how to fight
My old lady taught me how to drink...
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol
My old lady taught me how to choke
My old lady taught me how to eat
My old lady taught me how to fight
My old lady would rather be with...
Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol
Naked, naked, naked
Sitting cross-legged
Naked, naked, naked
And he was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans
Wine, wine, wine
Japhy had some wine
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some wine
Beans, beans, beans
Japhy ate some beans
And he drank some wine
And he was happy, happy, happy
As he drank some beans
Yes you're my favorite
Of my favors
You're my razor
Oh no
Hey!
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
Calm, calm, calm
Twenty months has it all (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
I must be getting old (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
Clean up the dusty town
Living in a dusty town (x3)
Clean up before she comes (x3)
Living in a dusty town
I must be getting old (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
Bad mouth spirit ate my vegetables
It's the season
I'm all reason
I have seen
All I have grown
Sheared at the seams
Cheat on me
And not seen
At the seams
I'm a lender
I'm a planter
I put something
In the garden
In the handle
On the mantle
I'm not Santa
I'm a god
I want a lady
Can you save me?
It's the sulfur
I have grown
'Tis the season
I'm all reason
I have fleas
So run on home
Dimension seven
*Originally by: The Wiper*
But...
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?
You like the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars
You really like rock 'n' roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the moeny honey that I make
Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines
*Originally by: KISS*
Leave the check before you are through
I've got nothing left to prove
If I die before I wake
Hope I don't come back again
Lightning fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want
Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...
Hold me, something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?
Naked man (you say you saw)
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun
Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...
Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help
Aah, she looks so good,
aah, she's made out of wood, just look and see
*Originally by:Tthe Velvet Underground*
In the someday what's that sound?
Broken heart and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horse feels
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill
In the someday what's that sound?
most people don't realize
that two large pieces of coral,
painted brown, and attached to his skull
with common wood screws can make a child look like a deer
*The Beavis & Butthead Experience (Compilation)*
See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine
He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room
You don't thank him I know I should
See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, you would too
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time
In a conversation whom they don't know
They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow
See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide there's nothing there
born in a junkyard
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide that it's not good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide it's not that good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me.
born in a junkyard
gone
All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold
I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car
And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice
You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car
Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit
And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
The money will roll right in
*Originally by: Fang*
Marijuana
I prefered her to any other
Marijuana
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit
She likes to be
She's into guilt
Guilt
She likes to think
she likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
she owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems too weak
she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand
she likes to stand
She likes to sit
she likes to go
Go
She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
Whistle and I'll come inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
She just wants to love herself
She moves away from here
She just wants to love herself
I won't move from here
You won't be afraid of fear
I won't move from here
You won't be afraid of fear
I am walking in the piss
Always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never been so well
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
Maybe you're right...
My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (4x)
And there seems to be a problem here
Your state of emotion seems to clear
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And they had an affect on our happy talk
Our opinions. Hmm. Huh. (2x)
My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (2x)
Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
Our opinions. Hmm. Huh.
Your opinions. Hmm. Huh. (3x)
My opinions. Hmm. Huh.
Pay
Pay to play
Give an inch, take a mile -- I don't know why I
Never faded, never smiled -- I don't know why I
Never mind, eat and run -- I don't know why I
Fuck your ass, for the fun -- I don't know why I
I don't know why I
Pay
Pay to play
You get (kill?), you get, you get, you get to me
All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go
You get, you get, you get, you get to me
Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails
Ummm, lies again
Ummm, mine x3
Ummm, mmmm, You're lonely
Waste your time by saying he was gullible
Give up all additions in there where it's cold
Push that gate, it is the age of red eye shame
Protest swine, go to jail, the travesty
Two minutes slow...slow...slow...oh
Return of the ratV No, no, no, no!
You better confess
You had better confess
You start to confess and see them through it
You better confess
*Cover song by: Greg Sage and the Wipers*
Looking to make your winning
Even if it makes you look nice
You (I?) got a sound that's nice
Watching (making?) the days go by
You can't go to the day lord's house
We don't have no doubt
We go to too many cocktails
Pimples in way..
??????????????????????????????
I need you back, oh baby baby
I can't explain just why we lost it from the start
Living without you girl, you'll only break my heart...
I can feel it I can hold it I can rub it I can shape it
I can mold it I can cut it I can taste it I can spank it
Beat it Masterbate it
I been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol'
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make it do things you won't think it ever could
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
Don't let me detain you
Try to ride along
Don't you lie, knowing
I am not sad
I am not silly
I am not chippin'
I am not chippin' away
Talk to me
In your own language, please
In your own
Talk to me
In your own language please
Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man
Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man
Leader of the band
Makes a mental hell
I won't weather it well
Well I never
Saw it with my arm
Paint it with my heart
Paint it with my eyes and make it right
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
You don't want to hear this
Nothin' but a whore
I will play the leader
With pain
Now you know I'm needy
Lay them down easy
Lay them down easy
Talk to me
In your own language please
If you want, to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, acted out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me
I will wade, in the fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our sightings, come on
I speak, to hear, my voice
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
And if you guard yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with dust
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You'll wallow in the shit
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh