I Feel Low Down
I Get Lonesome
I Have Seen The Land Beyond
I Wanna Get With You (and your sister Debra)
In A Cold Ass Fashion
It's All In Your Mind
It's All Gonna Come to Be
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I feel like a piece of shit (a bunch of times, ad nauseam)top
I feel low down so down I feel low down oh yeah I'm feeling down I'm feeling down I feel low down I feel so low down well, I went to the store and I bought some..............coffeetop
well there ain't nobody left to impress and everyone's kissing their own hands this 666 on the kitchen floor ain't no fire in the pan I get lonesome... so glad to be a slab stiff as a stick on a board I get thoughts and dirty socks piled in the corner I get lonesome... getting fat on your own fear bring that beer over here I stomp on the floor just to make a sound I get lonesome...top
from these shores where we belong I have seen the the land beyond where the Lord is strange and strong I have seen the the land beyond there's no telling who'll be dead when the pale horse is turning red and the tongues will burn in vain and everything will feel the same there's no patience there's no peace I have seen the land beyond where the gravestones never cease I have seen the the land beyond through the troubles of years the heavenly apparition appears and we're haunted by our own minds and the spirit comes(?) in the skies (with no eyes) from these shores where we belong I have seen the the land beyond I'll be there and I'll be gone I have seen the the land beyondtop
(spoken: This is sort of a...a...I got these chords from Bob Seger...it's kind of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...) When all is said and done wanna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down and put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags and take them down down to the town in a Monte Carlo with Stevie Nicks the interior, white leather and you're the last thing on my list but you're the first thing I'm gonna remember when I wake up it's all gonna come to be the same bad video for twenty years it's all gonna come to be optimistic xerox of yourself it's easier when you're self-made you can pack it up and put it on the highway you can fill up the air with bad breath 'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted and filtered back into the system and packaged up and the space age is running out of distance it can leap out and disconnect all the connections program the appliances to puke on the floor it's all gonna come to be self-indulgent yeah, it's all gonna come to be the same old noise you never wanted to see Mexican speed-metals, things casserole fruit salad hairgel self-inflicted life-affirming hell is that slack? is that crack? are those dogs or are those dogmas? are those clogs or platform shoes on your feet take your Johnny Cashmachine and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night like a plane crash survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam and the love that is breathin' is the love that is spraypainting vandalizing everything you own 'cause it's all gonna come to be the same bad scene for 20 years yeah, it's all gonna come to be optimistic xerox of yourself predictions of debilitating health whining all night long whining and dining climbing into the rafters shredding your afro taking karate lessons sucking in the bandagestop
Fly like the eagle Fly like the eagle Fly... Squeegee Ah, you got it When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe You get whipflash under the bridge Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless Your brother is deader than a phone machine With a bucket of green piss And I'm tryin' not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town Do me a favor -- don't stick around 'Cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown Let's be doin' it right Comin' down in a cold ass fashion And the people don't breathe Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Steppin' in the beefsteak Comin' down in a cold ass fashion And the mayonnaise comes Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Black Twinkie Gettin' all caught up in a taste test An' it all basically tastes like crap I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin I can pick my own nose and put it back in I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous And the sweat is Day-Glo Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain Gettin' sappy in the back of a train Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase And your mouth, it smells like hair gel I love you but you don't know how to spell Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial O.G. -- original glue-sniffer Comin' down in a cold ass fashion And the people don't breathe Comin' down in a cold ass fashion As you're biting my sandwich Comin' down in a cold ass fashion Smear me sauce [?] Comin' down in a cold ass fashion [???] donut [?] Uh, wait... Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16] [The following four lines are spoken at various times over the above:] Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (?) [Backwards:] [???] up your ass [Backwards:] [???] hot dog It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce Smeared across your boss You know what I'm sayin'? You dunno when it's comin' You know, it's like forty-five horses Runnin' through the graveyard In yellow panties That is cold fashiontop
well it's all in your mind well it's all in your mind it's all in your mind well it's all in your mind and I wanted to be and I wanted to be your good friend well I cannot believe you got a devil up your sleeve and he's talking to me and I cannot believe and I wanted to be and I wanted to be your good friend well you're all scared and stiff a sick stolen gift and the people you're with they're all scared and stiff and I wanted to be and I wanted to be your good friendtop
(insert various variations of lead-in B.S., for example: "I was walking down Glendale Blvd. one night. Someone was playing 'I Wanna Sex You Up' out of their Volvo, and that's when I met her: Debra.....) [spoken] ...just chill.... I met you at J.C. Penney I think your nametag it said Jenny I cold step to you with a fresh pack of gum somehow I knew that you were lookin for some like a fruit that's ripe for the pickin I wanna do ya like that Zankou chicken 'cause you got a thing that I'm tryin to get with that I'm tryin to get with only you.. I wanna get with you Only you And your sister, Debra [x2] I picked you up late at night after work baby, step into my Hyundai I said gonna take you out to Glendale mmmmmm gonna take you out for a real good meal our eyes did meet, you know I was packin in ain't no time wastin no time gettin to know, know each other 'cause you got a thing that I'm tryin to get with that I'm tryin to get with only you I wanna get with you Only you And your sister, Debra [x2] [spoken] girl, I only wanna play with you I only wanna get with you and your sister....Debra Debra?--I think that was her name I wanna get with you I'm gonna take you up to Glendale I'm gonna take you, take you for a real good meal And when our eyes did meet you knew I was packin heat 'cause there ain't no use in wastin no time gettin to know each other I wanna get with you only you and your sister, Debra [x2] (girl, I wanna hose you off) ...nobody has to know we'll keep it on the down-low no use in wastin no time tryin to get to know each other ow ow ow ow, etc.top
