The New Pollution Nitemare Hippy Girl No Money No Honey Nobody's Fault But My Own Novacane |
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Keep on truckin' like a novacane hurricane Low static on the paranoid shortwave Short fuse, got to dismantle Code-red: what's your handle? Mission incredible undercover convoy Full-tilt chromosome cowboy X-ray search and destroy Smoke stack black top novacane boy Got some rum, long horn drum Detonate with the suicide gate Test-tube, still-born and dazed Chump scum plays in the razor's haze Got the momentum radioactive Meltdown! Circumsized with the operation full spectrum generation Cyanide ride down the turnpike After hours on the miracle mic Grinding the gears eighteen wheels Rigs and robots riding on their heels (?) roadblock making a cell block Heats and infernos burning like drano Down the horizon purple gasses Semi-trucks hauling them asses Novacane, hit the road express mode Explode! Novacane! Novacane!top
No money, no honey [x16] One more time Keep goin' One more time No money, no honey [x6] What's your name? My name's Ken.top
when they catch all they wanted from you and they find that's all you knew pack your bags from another town it's time to move I bet you were far to find electrified in all this life now you find that you're almost dying and all alone how could they be so cruel pointing a finger, throw the book at you and who would want to dance with you say it's true, I know it's true I know it's true tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own it's nobody's fault, nobody's fault but my own when the moon is a counterfeit better find the one that fits, better find the one that lights the way for you when the road is full of nails darkened jails and garbage pails and the paper's full of heartless tales of faceless clowns who would ever be so cruel fall into the residue who would ever dance with you say it's true, I know it's true I know it's true tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my own tell me that it's nobody's fault nobody's fault but my owntop
she took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment she's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin a beaded necklace and a bottle of gin she's a nightmare hippy girl with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world she's a whimsical, tragical beauty self-conscious and a little bit moody it's a new age let-down in my face she's so spaced out and there ain't no space she's got marijuana on the bathroom tile I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style she's a nightmare hippy girl with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world she's a whimsical, tragical beauty uptight and a little bit snooty oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh she's a magical, sparklin' tease she's a rainbow chokin'' the breeze yo, she's bustin' out onto the scene with nightmare bogus poetry she's a melted avocado on the shelf she's the science of herself she's spazzing out on a cosmic level and she's meditating with the devil she's cooking salad for breakfast she's got tofu the size of Texas she's a witness to her own glory she's a never-ending story she's a frolicking depression she's a self-inflicted obsession she's got a thousand lonely husbands she's playin' footsie in another dimension she's a goddess milking her time for all that it's worthtop
She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburator tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling strangers She can sleep in a fiery bog Throwing troubles to the dying embers She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollution She's got a paradise camoflauge Like a whip-crack sending me shivers She's the boat in a strip mine ocean Riding low on the drunken rivers She's alone in the new pollution She's alone in the new pollutiontop