The New Pollution
Nitemare Hippy Girl
No Money No Honey
Nobody's Fault But My Own
Novacane

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Novacane / Odelay 1996

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!
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No Money No Honey / Stereopathetic Soul Manure 1994

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.
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Nobody's Fault But My Own / live El Rey Theatre, 12/16/97


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 own
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Nitemare Hippy Girl / Mellow Gold 1994

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 worth
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The New Pollution / Odelay 1996

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 pollution
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