Leave Me on the Moon
Lemonade
Let's Go Moon Some Cars
The Little Drum Machine Boy
Lord Only Knows
Loser
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Lampshade Leave Me on the Moon Lemonade Let's Go Moon Some Cars The Little Drum Machine Boy Lord Only Knows Loser |
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In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose kill the headlights and put it in neutral stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control baby's in Reno with the vitamin D got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt don't believe everything that you breathe you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve so shave your face with some mace in the dark savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park (yo. Cut it.) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (double-barrel buckshy) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare ban all the music with a phony gas chamber 'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job the daytime crap of the folksinger slob he hung himself with a guitar string a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing you can't write if you can't relate trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite that's chokin' on the splinters Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (get crazy with the cheeze whiz) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (drive-by body-pierce) (yo bring it on down) soooooooyy.... (chorus backwards) (I'm a driver, I'm the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (I can't believe you) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? [repeat] (Sprechen sie Deutches, baby) Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? (Know what I'm sayin'?)top
(when the fat man shaving in the Pullman washroom grunts, "what's this?") leave me on the moon I must be coming back too soon pieces of pieces laying upon somebody's walking on my hands leave me on the moon everybody knows it's true everything is good as long it's stays still coins jingle in my brain you've been watching me through your jewelry sending rings around my hands now that I'm near you I slowly disappear you your fingernails are much too long leave me on the moon you can stay there too seems like everybody's just floating away while I tie myself down while I tie my.....top
kiss the grass, slay a hag feel the ?? freedom fag get up early, do your chores chase the murder with the rancid pores ??? the haunted beast with faces flayed silver children make a fuss ??? with molten puss ??? crack their ??? with??? wings on ten-cent breath revolution ??? fist ??? angel piss flower-powered wussy songs solid darkness goddess show breathing heirlooms thru the hour from the cradle lost their power drinking up delicious ghost they eat themselves from coast-to-coast dancing in their bandages the victims grow leaving messages ??? cocaine blast, earthly mothers with flattened chests slurpy gardens, mystic hours fried vibrations over-power ???? of their hair ???? and underwear crazy wires fuse their brains drinking water sugar cane playing drums and broken ??? ??? gods and iron boots soaring wicked love control circus storm and demon skull entering the solar ??? ???, crystal clear thrashing in the astral glow flashing in their fleshly show drinking up delicious ghost they eat themselves from coast-to-coast dancing in their bandages the victims grow leaving messages (this looks like a job for the Mystery Lyric Expert!--Deborah)top
(Play us a tune on an unbroken spinet and let the bells ring, let the bells ring. Play music now! Play us a tune on an unbroken spinet. Do not strike music from old broken keys. Do not make ghosts with faded tinklings on the yellowed board, but play us a tune on an unbroken spinet.) Let's go moon some cars yeah, let's go moon some cars yeah, let's go moon some cars, my friend yeah, let's go moon some cars. Let's go steal some beer yeah, let's go steal some beer yeah, let's go steal some beer, my friends yeah, let's go steal some beer. Hooo! Let's go set something on fire yeah, let's go set something on FIRE!! yeah, let's go set something on fire, my friend let's go set something on fire. Let's go shoot some pigs well, let's go shoot some pigs yeah, let's go shoot some pigs let's go shoot some pigs. Let's go steal some beer yeah, let's go steal some beer yeah, let's go steal some beer, my friends let's go steal some beer. hooooo! yeah (whooping and hollering)top
(distorted repeated background theme: "Barukh Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melekh ha-Olam") (spoken) That's the holiday... that's the Hanukkah robot funk (ba-rum-pa-pum-pum uh.) Right about now... gonna drop some Hanukkah science yeah, hmm, uh--this is it... I press a button make the gentleman cry I rock a beat to make the hamburger fry I funk this joint and check out holiday gear The system booming strictly Pioneer under the rear bringing a tear I turn it out in a holiday mode safe like a seatbelt in a Volvo keeping it real like a spray-snow tree we'll shut it down harmoniously rockin' softly 808 beats (rap) I get this shit lit like a menorah funk so illegal I think I might need a lawyer not a firestarter but my beats get hotter even amount like an allowance (??) footwear riot (??) New Balance hanukkah pimp on a check like a micro rock(??) gettin' in a sweat (??) Neal's mackin' track ejaculatin' on buffet tables and record labels willin' and able bring my funk in place of each beat (???) lifestyles of the slick and sleazy spin around and around like a dreidel kind of science that puts you back in the cradle shit, sometimes this track's so poignant somebody please pass me some kind of ointment put these rhymes together like a thief clear up your nose like a eucalyptus leaf dropping science, you don't even know what hits you next thing you know you're 13 and get a bar mitzvah (background: "His Eminence is gay.") I get down, I get down, I get down all the way yeah yeah yeah yeah ooohhhhhh I get down, I get down, I get down all the way, etc. Hanukkah pimp [x20] Pimpin'!!!! (assorted noises, "menorah, menorah, menorah.......and my book (??)")top
I don't want no cryin' all upon my sleeve I just want somebody who got no place to be you call me up on tuesday I'll be stuck on Sunday night lookin' for some good things to make me feel alright when I snap my fingers when I walk the line when I get my money I'll be killin' time time is killin' something it's just to small to care runnin' through the jungle lookin' for your hair someone's talkin' backwards lookin' for a fight puttin' on a lampshade cuz you're shinin' way too bright I don't want no cryin I don't want no pain I don't want no lonesome life on a broken traintop
[scream] Ahhhhhhhhhh!! [spoken in background:] "pull out the big one, too.....nice." You only got one finger left And it's pointing at the door And you're taking for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor So I'm picking up the pieces And I'm putting them up for sale Throw your meal ticket out the window Put your skeletons in jail 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate To give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall Throwing your two bit cares down the drain Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man You'll do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can Titantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink 'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate Move on up the hill, there's nothing dead left to kill Throwing your two bit cares down the drain odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay odelay, odelay Just passing through odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay Going back to Houston Do the hotdog dance Going back to Houston To get me some PANTS.....top
