Lyrics

DRIVIN’ BY BRAILLE

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

that’s love on the skids
find the lowest bid
who’s got the right of way
cruise on your back street
you in my love seat
workin’ it for the pay

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

my heart’s just a wheel
let’s play make a deal
i’ll be your special friend
someone to get you hot
leave you in a sticky spot
who loves to play let’s pretend

one thing you will see
when you super size me
we can play hide and seek
down on your dance floor
beggin’ 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 lady’s 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 we’re 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, knockin’ some more

johnny did bad, johnny did bad, johnny did,
johnny did bad and we’re feeling so sad yeah

OIL MAN

i’m an oil man living in a big white house
i’m an oil man living in a big white house
got myself twin daughters, got myself a spouse
i’m an oil man living in a big white house

gonna pump it, gonna pump it good
i’m 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, you’re 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
i’ll pump your stock up like you know that i would

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

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

i’m gonna pump it, pump it dry...
where’s that extra virgin oil?

BOOMER

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

i used to toke smoke on the water
loved mississippi queen and her daughter
showed empathy for bowie’s rebels
now i sit at home and don’t bother

boomer boom boom
boomer boom boom
we were gonna change the world
but now we find
it’s 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 it’s just dilbert and guinness

when rappers rap and we holler
don’t touch my car or my daughter
what happened to the soul kitchen?
now my generation’s 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 ‘til my fingers bleed

it’s swag
living in the space age
scientific wild ass guess
it’s 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

it’s one step to the center
two steps to the right
three steps to the left lord
four steps to the fight
we’re coming on, marching full of hope and glory
coming on, it’s the same damn story

finger puppets
for a new revolution
what’s the problem
we got the solution
no need to ask
we’re full of confusion
we’re finger puppets
for a new revolution

we don’t need no name tags
to show up for this fight
we don’t need to understand
or even know what’s right
we’re coming on, marching full of hope and glory
coming on, it’s the same damn story

DOGMA

don’t want your dog-ma
don’t need your dog-pa
you can have your kitty kat too

saints, sinners, condiments
those kind of arguments
it don’t 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
it’s all up to you
 

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