Hey

Well, I don't know,
and you can't say.
And even if you could,
you wouldn't anyway
Let's go to hell
Hey... Hey...
Now I'm in love,
not with he or she
it's burning hate
why don't they see?
Get your hands off me
Hey... Hey...

I'm burning now,
like a fallen dove
I'm not fit to fall in love.
LOVE?
Hey... Hey...

A broken dream(?) is but a swinging arc
A lover's kiss then I am gone.

Human Cannonball

Are you ready to rock?
Well, rock on!
Pardon me, I'm only bleeding
But you cut me to the bone
My imperfections have reduced you
To a lowly animal
Part of me
Was introduced to you
Then it walked right
Out the door
And tonight
You're probably feeling
Like a human cannonball
It used to be
That loving you
Was easy...unrestrained
But now
I'm only bleeding
But I'm loving
Only pain
Pardon me, I'm only bleeding
But you cut me to the bone
And tonight
You're probably feeling
Like a Human Cannonball

 John E. Smoke

Now, this here story is the story of John Exczeuter Muthor Smoke,
And its for his Mom, its about his Mom,
Its about the Chicken Ranch they had in Southern Utah,
Any they grown the fingernail of a nun, like I have spoken to you
before,
This song is with love, its for love, its about love, its a negating
love,
Its with hate,its not about hate, its love, love is love,
And its about John.E Smoke and his Mom and the baby they had.
Johnny was a little lesbian midget boy,
but he stood ten foot tall with a thermo-nuclear device.
Johnny left home before he was born.
A huge Indian teepee had appeared out of Johnnys earlobe,
He didnt know why.
It spoke French and half-Dutch,
Perhaps the teepee was from Belgium,
We dont know.
All of a sudden Johnny had no reasoning
His life was a tremglescwitch
What is a tremglescwitch?
A way of life that Johnny only knew
And there was no telling how much he knew or how little
Because Johnny was a lesbian,
A shoplifter,
A drag queen,
And a surgeon,
A heart surgeon of love.
Pretty soon Johnny was a Chinese Emporer
He owned seventeen 7-11s which were convenince stores,
Known only in the United States.
Johnny sold cocaine, marujuana and alcohol,
A lot of things Johnny said he didnt understand himself,
When a tattoo of Jesus on his chest would occaisionally rise three feet
above his body,
And play poker with him,
Not knowing what to do,
Johnny would bid high,
Jesus would raise him a little,
Johnny would come back and say,
"What have ya got Christ"
Christ would say
"The Ace of Spades"
Johnny was confused again
A lot of litagation went down
Johnny became a black person,
Then an Indian,
And wandered through California,
Got him a trip.............

Lady Sniff

Yeah, boy. Heh Heh Heh.
Let it walk and let it talk and stick it on the wall.
Lately when I say to you baby, don't know what I know.
Let it walk and let it talk and rooty tooty doo
Lately when I see you baby, don't know what I do.
When I say no, yeah, I mean no.
Take me back to Detroit, Pauuuuuuul!
Let it walk and let it talk and what the hell you say?
Lately when I see you baby, each and every day.
Let it walk and let it talk and rooty tooty doo.
Lately when I see you baby, don't know what I do.
When I say no, yeah, I mean no.
Pass me some of that dumbass over there, yeah boy.
Let it walk and put it down and walk it on the wall.
Lately when I see you baby, don't know what I know.
Let it walk and let it talk and what the hell you say?
Lately when I see you baby, each and every day.
When I say no, yeah, I mean no.
Bernie, Bring me my bacon! Bernie?

Let's Talk About Cars

[A man and woman speaking in French]

Goodbye benediction
Goodbye gasoline
Goodbye paranoia
Goodbye sleeze

[Again speaking in French]

Goodbye Hari Kirshna
It's been the best
Goodbye Earth
Goodbye Patricia Nixon's breasts

[Speaking in French]
[Laughing/crowd murmurs/talking]

Would you like to talk about cars?
Yeah
Let's talk about cars

Mexican Caravan

Take me
Mexican Caravan
South of
South of the Rio Grande
Take me to that amigo town
Where I can score some of that heroin brown
Take me
Mexican Caravan
South of
South of anywhere you can
Push me in through the garbage can
Teach this white boy to be Mexican
Take me
Mexican Caravan
Let's score some of that heroin
You know the way to make the white boy say
Make me Mexican
Take me
Mexican Caravan
Push me into the Rio Grande
You know the way to make the white boy say
Make me Mexican
Take me
Take me
Take me
Take me Mexican Caravan!

My Brother's Wife

I am not a priss, my brothers wife
There was a time when i thought that the longer
am I a slave to my mind oh. ahhhhhh
My brothers wife.
I know it's not right what Im thinking deniy me.
My brothers wife
I will always stay. My brother wife
I know. shh.
My brothers wife
I share the secret requests of the clown
there is no denying me.
I must have my brothers wifes breasts.
total babe. whats wrong?
My brothers wife and her car, her ass
I am in love with my brothers wife and her breasts
sadly i turn to the left and i see,
my brothers wifes breasts
I really must be off
Oh it hurts to laugh
my brothers wife, please help
no, no, no, not my brothers wifes breasts
oh god.

Negro Observer

Well, I don't know what.
Well, I don't know who.
Well, I don't know where or when.
Well, I don't know it.
Well, I don't know they.
Well, I don't know thick or thin.

Landing in empty parking lots
in deserted discount stores,
Negro observers are landing by the scores!
Dropping down in low-rider cars
from Pluto, Venus, and Mars.
Negro Observers are counting heads in singles bars!

ah hah hah ha hah

Walking up and down the empty boulevards...
Negro Observers with muscles that are very hard!

Walking up and down and falling everywhere,
Negro Observers flying through the air.
They don't know what goes on,
but the Negro Observers are big and strong.

hoo ha ha ha hah

P.s.y

Here we go
Here we go
All I see inside my head is gentle silent secret snow
With gentle walls of blinding light I'll have you know
Nicky was in the KKK and Lisa was a Nazi too
They both had half a brain so together they were sane
And looked about as smart as their shoe
Now Nicky got word through the underground that Mona was Lisa's real
name
She bled on his dagger when he shot her in the neck
And that's about all she could gain
I'm still sleepin' in the graveyard creepin'
and she catches angels as they fall
I know you don't believe it but I really should be leavin'
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall
No one would believe it she was running away
She packed up her belongings and she was gone
The very next day
Nicky never wanted any children at all
And Tammy was Nicki's little girl
She turned tricks in a white trash bar
And shot dope with six holding on
She wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun
She held it right up to his head
His glasses fell to dust but they were followed by a bust
Of fiery hot balls of lead
I'm still sleepin' in the graveyard creepin'
and she catches angels as they fall
I know you don't believe it but I really should be leavin'
She fell in love with Lauren Bacall
OHAAHOOHAAOHAOH

Pepper

Marky got with Sharon
Sharon got Cherice
She was sharin' Sharon's outlook on the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doin' it in Texas
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost his leg in Dallas
He was dancin' with a train
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and
Smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look
Through other people's eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and
Smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes

[Chorus Backwards]

Another Mikey caught a knife
While arguing in traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then there was the ever present
Football player-rapist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doin' it in Texas
Holly caught a bullet
But it only hit his leg
Well, it should have been a better shot
He got it in the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinkin' from a fountain
That was pourin' like an avalanche comin' down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and
Smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes