Vota Asi
 
So you're too cool for romance
just get some on the side
I'm a peace loving man but you made the wrong woman cry
 
Think you can just walk in walk out
Snakes in the house snakes in the grass
And you thought I was joking when I said I'd kick your ass
 
She ain't no toy she's family
you should have left her all alone
Well you're a bad mother fucker but you're a long way from home
 
So you're still looking in bushes
for what you got right in your hand
blowing at boulders kicking at quicksand
 
We'll you messed with the wrong tribe
when you said you had to go
Well this is her consolation prize sideshow romeo
 
 
Kids in the Street
 
Whe're all the kids in the street?
Ain't got no hip ain't got no beat
The diggers have died ran out of meat
For 30 years an empty seat
 
If it weren't for your mother you'd think you're crazy
at least now you know
If it weren't for your mother you'd think you're crazy
at least now you know, least now you know
 
The collective insanity of our peers
could fuel a thousand poets for a thousand years
The collective insanity of our peers
could fuel a thousand poets for a thousand years
 
Right on
 
we were all so pretty at the end of the century
we were all so pretty at the end of the century
some of us mentioned oh so gently
some of you bought it now you can't leave
 
are you too busy with your anti-image these days
falling over every retro x craze
you take you nose ring road trips jeans down to your hips
and suck on other cliches
 
It's been done before be done forever
It's been done before be done forever
plastic will not replace leather
good will never conquer better
 
 
Kentucky
 
Weird ponies graze on funky grass
I read the words as headlights pass
I wrote them there an hour ago
On the way back from the light show
 
In Kentucky where I lost my brain
and didn't make the football game
There's too much traffic on the river
to make it back to Cincinnati
 
Coagulate and congeal
the metaphor of banana peals
Is old and tired and cliche
but I wrote too much the other day
 
but you....
 
The barges linger for an hour
the moment fades the cargo sours
the people sit on flood control
and watch the nervous boat patrol
 
instruct the drunkards how to swim
and stretch from deck to catch a limb
as the smoke an fire fill the sky
but for the grace of god go I
 
Thanksgiving comes thanksgiving gives
another chance to raid the fridge
a resurrect old skeletons
and reposition living ones
 
Blessedly Sin
 
Out in the courtyard a pebble is thrown
Never to question the intent of this stone
Up in the window a candle is lit
The message is sent an advance to permit
She's one to remember the weight of this rock
And one to relinquish the keys to the lock
And one to invite me respectfully in
And under the covers we blessedly sin
 
Over the mountains through rain and through clouds
A body rolls over and whispers aloud
If there is no hand guiding this rain
And there is no purpose for pleasure and pain
Then how did I get here a rest next to her
And who do I thank every time that she stirs
The thought is forgotten, another begins
And over the mountains we blessedly sin
 
And losings a long way from throwing
And what's lost now will always go wrong
But the stars have a strange way of knowing
How it would be all along
 
The sun rises up and gets out of bed
And finds its way back to the place it was led
Taking a note of the way that it feels
Plucking the pedals from the flowers it steals
She's one to remember the length of this walk
And one to remind me I don't have to talk
And one to replace all the places I've been
And out in the meadows we blessedly sin.
 
A Little Alcohol
 
Don't understand honey
Well let me make it clear
I ain't spending money
On nothing but beer
You may make me happy
Big you can't get me high
If you don't like that honey
You can kiss my ass good-bye
 
Chorus:
Because a little alcohol
Is worth all the loving you can give
A little alcohol
Is worth all the loving you can give
If that don't [???] you honey
We'll that's just the way that I live
 
I once had a woman
Said drinkings a sin
So I hid my liquor
And she took me in
But she found my mad dog
and she took all my wine
So I took back my ring boy
Cause she's not what makes me feel fine
 
(chorus)
 
I drink at home
And I drink at work
I drink on Saturday nights
And I drink in church
Folks say boy you're a sinner
How low have you sunk
I don't care what they say
As long as I'm still stinking drunk.
 
Obligatory Train Song
 
If I have a train
I mean a really big train
If I have a train
I mean a really big train
I would drive it all the way to Saskatchewan
 
If I have a train
I mean a really big train
If I have a train
I mean a really big train
I'd make sure it had the best cowcather on
 
If I have a butt
I mean a really big butt
If I have a butt
I mean a really big butt
I would use it to save you a seat on my train
 
If I have a train
I mean a really big train
If I have a train
I mean a really big train
And if you should happen to be tied to the tracks
I would run to the caboose and drag my big butt out the back
Run to the front and scrape you off of my cowcather
and we'd get married and live happily ever after
If I had a train.
 
 
 
Gay & Mexican
 
I really love you
I love you a bunch
come over for dinner
and stay until lunch
touch my burrito
or my libido
my boyfriend Tony
makes a mean guacamole
 
Chorus:
Oh and it's fun to be gay and Mexican
I like to fry beans again and again
who do you love, man
will you be my boyfriend
and together we'll be gay and Mexican
 
I once had a boyfriend
he wore really tight jeans
but I had to dump him
cause he ate too much beans
when the kissing was starting
he was always farting
I like how his ass felt
and not how his gas smelt
 
(chorus x 2)
 
I go out shopping
I go to the store
I run out of tortillas
and I have to buy more
so I take a number
just to buy a cucumber
and more guacamole
for my boyfriend Tony
 
(chorus)
 
 
 
I Wish She'd Die (so I didn't have to dump her)
 
I wish she'd die so I didn't have to dump her
I wish she'd die so I didn't have to break her heart
I wish she'd die so I didn't have to leave her
and worry bout mistakes
I worry bout mistakes
 
Cause if she died I cry for hours
and if she died I'd dress in black
I'd wear sunglasses to her funereal
and I'd never look back
 
And if she died I'd do her sister
and if she died I'd do her best friend too
and if she died I'd burn her pictures
just like I done with you
 
And if she died I'd call my ex's
and they'd tell me it's all right
and if I ever got lonely
I'd still have memories to get me through the night
 
I wish she'd die so I didn't have to dump her
I wish she'd die so I didn't have to break her heart
I wish she'd die so I didn't have to leave her
and worry bout mistakes
I worry bout mistakes
 
And she says, I can never tell when you're joking
or when you're just being sarcastic
but the thing is, I have learned to ignore
every word you say
 
 
 
Dharmabub
 
I finally know what it means
to live life vicariously
like I weigh a buck eighty five
like I'm living more than just one life
 
My Thoreau to your Kerouac
your parasite to my asthma attack
my Shenadoahs to your Himalayas
you know I don't get around with too many bass players
 
Would you believe if I told you
I don't want to fall in love
What was that shit that they sold you
You know you can't fly free when you're stapled to the dove
And the artist on Valencia
well he wishes you good luck
and Little Lonely Lawyer Len half way west
well he probably don't even give a fuck
 
But the jester here on Euclid
well he wish you all the best
be it Bhudda or Cupid
aw hell, or any of the rest
 
Just remember, in Nirvana,
or heaven or hell
there ain't no choices, there ain't no choices
on a baggage carousel, Uh, come on.
 
You know that you ain't no unfortunate whale
and you know you ain't no guy-4-boobs
you know you ain't no spjorty hunior
you and me and double O gonna slip on some shades and cruise
 
Uh, come on, it's summertime
it's summertime, it's summertime, summertime
 
I'll take it second hand, I'll take it second hand
I'll take it second hand, I'll take it second hand
 
You don't need no piece of paper, I don't need no lame excuse
We don't need no invitation, get up get out get loose
I'll take it second hand, I'll take it second hand
I'll take it second hand, I'll take it second hand
 
It's another situation, you are barking up dead trees
you are flipping through the whirlpools, you are living on your knees
I'll take it second hand, I'll take it second hand
I'll take it second hand, I'll take it second hand
 
 
 
ButterPump
 
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
Stay unpregnant, don't smoke drugs
stay in school so you can learn stuff
so you can learn
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
 
Days are hours, years are weeks
my heart pumps blood my heart pumps butter
yeah my heart pumps
 
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
 
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
 
Chicka-boo-hoo-hoo-hoom
Chicka-boo-hoo-hoo-hoom
 
Hello central, good-bye gal
everybody gonna want another butterpump sometime
yeah sometimes you
 
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
 
Stay unpregnant, don't smoke drugs
stay in school so you can learn stuff
so you can learn
 
Chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
chicka-chicka-boom-boom, chicka-boom-boom, chicka-chicka-boom-boom,
chicka-boom-boom
 
 
 
Talkin' 'bout Oysters
 
I live in a shotgun shack
with my old friend Chiang Kai-chek
we talk about Chinese politics
and eat unsalted pretzel sticks
and I drink my liquor
and he eats his rice
and I fish for dinner
and he checks me for lice
and when we're talkin' bout oysters, we're not talkin' bout pearls
we're talkin' bout taking over the world
 
When you come to Vancouver
bring a raincoat, cause it's rainy
and when you bake me cookies
don't use milk, cause it gives me diarrhea
 
I live in an old root cellar
with my friend John D. Rockefeller
he listens to my CDs
complains about venereal disease
we go out riding
in his iron horse
we drink orange soda
and bust unions by force
and when we're talkin' bout oysters, we're not talkin' bout pearls
we're talkin' bout taking over the world
 
do you ever wonder
what I'm thinking about when I laugh at you
it seems like such a long time
since we've lost our teeth together
 
When you come to Vancouver
bring a raincoat, cause it's rainy
and when you bake me cookies
don't use milk, cause it gives me diarrhea
 
I live in a wet waterfall
with the second Pope John Paul
he plays with my neutered cat
and lets me wear his funny hat
and I play a good tune
and he plays a mean drum
and we drive down main street
and we yell at all the bums
and when we're talkin' bout oysters, we're not talkin' bout pearls
we're talkin' bout taking over the world
yes, when we're talkin' bout oysters, we're not talkin' bout pearls
we're talkin' bout taking over the world
 
 
 
The Mountain Cry
 
Three lucky sailors
made it all the way home
practiced their speeches
& polished their chrome
& told us of their riches
Get in the boat
& shuffle around
build all your churches
& burn them all down
while you're out chasing witches
The old are wise
the teacher lies
who denies
when the mountain cries
tears fall in the ditches
Chorus:
But if my memory
serves me correct
this is just what the old man said
step into my big big head
I'm blue as the eyes of a choir
I'm black like a coal miner's asshole
& I'm cold
I'm so cold
I am cold
Ship in the bodies
from the hull of a boat
stock up the mansion
with cotton and oats
and hide from all your nightmares
The fools
broke the rules
with big spools
& death tools
but always for your welfare
I'm naked and crazy
I live in the trees
I'm a buck-a-minute hooker
I'm a carnival geek
& I know that you don't care
(Chorus)
Move west
no land
babies
in hand
don't stop, build higher
locked up
at home
tv
and phone
till natives clip the wires
my trees know it well
the weight of the sky
when stones rain down
from the mountain cry
and cities feed the fire
(Chorus x 4)

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