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DRIVINí BY BRAILLE

lying in dark
ready for a spark
two of us all alone
weíre driving by braille
bank shot on the rail
know i love to hear you moan

thatís love on the skids
find the lowest bid
whoís got the right of way
cruise on your back street
you in my love seat
workiní it for the pay

does anybody know
which way you wanna go
do you wanna feel me

my heartís just a wheel
letís play make a deal
iíll be your special friend
someone to get you hot
leave you in a sticky spot
who loves to play letís pretend

one thing you will see
when you super size me
we can play hide and seek
down on your dance floor
begginí you for some more
tangled up arms and feet


JOHN BURROWS DIED FOR OUR SINS

johnny was a rock kid, had a twin brother
always talked to jessie one way or the other
graduated early eating pie in the sky
took life for granted never asking why

johnny did good, johnny did good, johnny did,
johnny did good and we knew that he would

with long, cool stares and plenty of cash
johnny was a ladyís man, got plenty of ass
the life of a party in a social whirl
then he got married to a beautiful girl

johnny did good, johnny did good, johnny did,
johnny did good and we knew that he would yeah
johnny liked the fast lane with bennies and speed
racing through the wilderness no pause and no heed
just a lonely king waiting on his throne
when he got to thinking, sitting all alone

johnny did bad, johnny did bad, johnny did,
johnny did bad and weíre feeling so sad yeah

fried banana sandwiches, sing a lonely song
he was gaining lots of weight, ham on the bone
then one day when he answered the door
it was death that was a knock, knock, knockiní some more

johnny did bad, johnny did bad, johnny did,
johnny did bad and weíre feeling so sad yeah

OIL MAN

iím an oil man living in a big white house
iím an oil man living in a big white house
got myself twin daughters, got myself a spouse
iím an oil man living in a big white house

gonna pump it, gonna pump it good
iím gonna pump it like a white boy should
gonna pump it, gonna pump it good
gonna pump it like you know that i would

martha stir it up in the real big house
martha stir it up in the real big house
i know your stock has fallen, youíre feeling like a mouse
martha stir it up in the real big house

i wanna pump it, wanna pump it good
let me pump your stock up like a white boy should
come on pump it gonna pump it good
iíll pump your stock up like you know that i would

iím kenny boy, your new cell buddy
iím kenny boy, your new cell buddy
i used to be on top but you can call me honey
iím kenny boy, your new cell buddy

iíll let you pump it, let you pump it good
iíll let you pump it, like a white boy should
come on and pump it, let you pump it good
iíll let you pump it like you know that i would

iím gonna pump it, pump it dry...
whereís that extra virgin oil?


BOOMER

used to be a street fightiní man
but now i do the best that i can
no sympathy for the devil
now iím singing just as i am

i used to toke smoke on the water
loved mississippi queen and her daughter
showed empathy for bowieís rebels
now i sit at home and donít bother

boomer boom boom
boomer boom boom
we were gonna change the world
but now we find
itís hard just to change our minds
boomer boom boom

i once went all the way to memphis
stopped wars while taking care of business
magic fingers danced to the music
now itís just dilbert and guinness

when rappers rap and we holler
donít touch my car or my daughter
what happened to the soul kitchen?
now my generationís a martyr

SWAG

sell me something, something today
make me buy it, tell me what to pay
gotta use more, more than i need,
keep me working Ďtil my fingers bleed

itís swag
living in the space age
scientific wild ass guess
itís all just swag
living in the space age
scientific wild ass guess

got a bracelet says what to do,
in an emergency i turn blue
like water coming out of the sink
your hype is brown and has a strange stink

roses for my poses limes for beers
second mortgages hair in my ears
a booger of hype stuck up in my nose
from smog in the air and damn if it glows


FINGER PUPPETS

itís one step to the center
two steps to the right
three steps to the left lord
four steps to the fight
weíre coming on, marching full of hope and glory
coming on, itís the same damn story

finger puppets
for a new revolution
whatís the problem
we got the solution
no need to ask
weíre full of confusion
weíre finger puppets
for a new revolution

we donít need no name tags
to show up for this fight
we donít need to understand
or even know whatís right
weíre coming on, marching full of hope and glory
coming on, itís the same damn story

DOGMA

donít want your dog-ma
donít need your dog-pa
you can have your kitty kat too

saints, sinners, condiments
those kind of arguments
it donít matter what you choose

the world keeps turning
love keeps burning
the sky is clear and blue

life keeps bopping
we keep rocking
no matter what you do

some like to rumble
some like to tumble
or to have a misspent youth

you can read any book
play doctor dre or captain hook
looking for the lost chord truth
the world keeps turning
love keeps burning
your eyes are clear and blue

we keep bopping
life keeps rocking
itís all up to you
 


   
 

 

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