The tortures, the torment Pink noise, delicious The danger, the victims Demeaning religion She rides, she rolls Olympic control Her bricks assaultin' The wrestlers are rotten

Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me up, gimme some food to eat In your truck, goin' no place I'll be home, talkin' to nobody You'll be strange, you'll be far away Big fat moon And my body's out of tune With the burnin' waves She's a billion years away Dog food on the floor And I been like this before She is all And everything else is small Pick me up, gimme some alcohol In your truck, playin' the radio I'll be home with the gasoline You'll be stoned, you'll be far away Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She is all and everything else is small

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting On the wonder wheel, let me thunder peel Made an effort to get just what I deserve I got all maxed out, gotta fax some doubt She was jumping around, she's probably never coming down In the thick and thin, I couldn't find it again ??? ??? Now I'm rolling in sweat With a cold cigarette And a nickel in my jeans On the levee she glides She's got such hairy thighs I got taken by surprise By the shifting moon, yeah! It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting On the wonder wheel, let me thunder peel I made an effort to get just what I deserve Yeah!

I'm an alien from another sphere. The thing I like about the earth is the range of colors.Fantastic to mundane. Brilliant to dull. As I was penetrating the ozone, I perchanced to notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the... the ocean. I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me in my spaceship. All around a water tank Just a-waitin' for a train A thousand miles away from home Just a-waitin' for'n the rain I walked up to a breakman Just to give him a line of talk He said, If you got money, I'll see that you don't walk. I haven't got a nickel; Not a penny for to show. Get off, get off, you railroad bum! And he slammed the boxcar door They let me off in Texas A state I dearly love The moon, the stars above me... and what else?

Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse And the kids drinkin' in the park Late at night and the spirit moves me And I don't mind bein' afraid Old man with no clothes Leanin' on my fence Tell me where the money goes And the food don't taste the same I'm gettin' fast at being the last To know I don't need to waste no time You can call me once a week Tell me where I been Phony lady layin' flat on the road And the helicopter goin' by And I'm down to the sound Of the sky turned brown And I'm lovin' everything you say I don't think it's funny When you shave both of my arms Lately I been spittin' out things That I didn't mean to say But that's alright, now You don't listen to me anyway

Plastic donut, can of spam There's no kindness in this land Better not let my good girl catch you here She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer Coffee clothing pasted on Clean my gravestone when I'm gone And you better not let my good girl catch you here She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear Hitch my horse up to the town Got my toenails painted brown And you better not let my good girl catch you here She'll cut you down and put the blame on me Just a muscle in a bag Throw my baby, don't let her sag But you better not let my good girl catch you here She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer

No money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyAin't no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo honey, no honeyNo honey, no moneyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honey One more timeKeep goin'One more time No money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honeyNo money, no honey What's your name?

It's August 6th, 1982.And uh, we were jammin' over at the house.My pants caught on fire.We were smokin' a lotta... whiskey, and uh, chicken.And uh, got some food and...I got some food and came home and got a call, uh...No wait, I got some calls then, uh, came home, then I got somefood.Came home, got some food and then:::cough::: got some calls, uh...Couldn't find the fridge for a while and...Wait, first we couldn't...we got the food and then...No wait, first we had the fridge.

She got some soul Yeah she got some soul She got some soul Yeah she got some soul She got finger snap She put the lit cigarette On my birthday cake Oh, yeah She rock and roll She got the soul She rock and roll She got the soul She rock and roll She got some soul She rock and roll She got the soul Oh yeah bring it on down

There's s dead hobo on the patio And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long 'cause the troubles in my head Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steakSatan came down dressed like a snakeWell, he called my name as I turned up the flames And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise Well, you been livin' one foot in the grave Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone