MY WINDOW 

Steven said little Ted was dead
I read in a letter today
The same for Monica's monkey he said
Quietly it passed away
Mister Coo Coo has fallen asleep
His eyes were black and his beak was brown
Mister Coo Coo has fallen asleep
But soon his home will be underground
The wind was cold and the world was old
When I went to my window today
The sky was dark as a hopeless heart
When I went to my window today

MY WORK IS SO BEHIND 

Smoke was feeling up the house
A burning yearning heat
The cats were watching through the haze
And licking at their feet
They were licking at their feet

A caller came and looked at me
And asked me if I'd mind
I said I would not normally
My work is so behind
I'm just way behind

The fire it sparkled in his smile
And then beneath his skin
And so he jumped right in right in
And so he jumped right in

N-ER-GEE (CRISIS BLUES) 

Uh, uhh it's Christmas
But, but there ain't nobody
Raisin' much of a fuss.
Christmas Christmas Christmas
Ain't nobody
Raisin' no fuss
Nobody but me.

I got the n-er-gee (Crisis Blues)

The, the,
The end of the rainbow
Is a speedin' up news
But the, the,
The knot in the,
The fuse
Is the speed that,
That you lose?
Go home America
Fifty-five'll do
Go home America

NEEDINESS 

Please, please, oh please
Won't you help me?
Please help me
Won't you help me?
There's something that I need

I once made friends
With an other
A brother and a rudder
A lover of my needs

We found the beauty
Of darkness, apartness
And the heartless
Arabesque of need

I know nothing
Is ever lying or crying
Or denying
If its needs are pleased

Please, please, oh please
Let me help you, I'll help you
Can I help you?
I know just what you need

NICE OLD MAN 

Something smiling sweetly
Something tall and thin
Something deep within my heart
Reminded me of him

He was not my lover
He was not my friend
He was just a nice old man
That played the violin

NOBODY LAUGHS WHEN THEY LEAVE 

Everyone comes to the Freak Show
To laugh at the Freaks and the Geeks
Everyone comes to the Freak Show
But nobody laughs when they leave.
We are only equal in the grave and in the dark
Said a man whose head was halfway eaten by a shark
Now if you ask me why I would continue on like this
I doubt that I would know so I could only make a guess
Half a mouth may not be much but it's still half a kiss.
Everyone comes to the Freak Show
To laugh at the Freaks and the Geeks
Life is a lot like the Freak Show
Nobody laughs when they leave.

ON THE WAY (TO OKLAHOMA) 

On the way to Oklahoma, I turned into a cat
My true love was a Tiger, I'm sure you can see that
I called the tiger Dolly, it was my mother's name
On the way to Oklahoma you finally became sane

On the way to Oklahoma, a voice inside my mind
Demanding that my senses expanded space and time
The voice revealed a feeling of heated ecstasy
On the way to Oklahoma, I peed upon a tree

On the way to Oklahoma, I needed to eat meat
So i attacked a dog who was sleeping in the heat
While eating in the sunshine a pleasant thing occured
On the way to Oklahoma i licked myself and purred

(chorus)

On the way to Oklahoma, his split became complete
Reality had faded, his fantasy complete
The world he had constructed, from felines and despair
On the way to Oklahoma, became as clear as air

PAIN AND PLEASURE tekst

And so my story winds on down toward an ending that's been found to come
whenever all is said and done. I've lived my life and taken chances and if
some were strange by standards that were less important than my needs,
then I guess I could be crooked, evil, bent and twisted, looking down upon
the strings I tried to pull. But I see the strings extending up and down
and never ending as we dance around our selves and jerk to all the tunes
that only we hear and the voices only we fear each inside an island all
alone. But the contact that we do make, as we give and take abuse, stays
and its value only multiplies. Yes I'm alone, but not forgotten, for each
comes and sees me often, sitting on a seat beside my bed, and we laugh and
reminisce about a life that once was bliss before an act of passion made
us part. Of course they'll always be together, but their bond is made of
leather not the flesh and blood it used to be. They're still full of life
and healing, but it has a different feeling and only for the few that seek
their sort of pain and pleasure when they merge and give into insistent
urgency that lives for seconds at a time. For pain and pleasure are the
twins that slightly out of focus spin around us till we finally understand
that everything that gives us pleasure also gives us pain to measure it
by, and I also realize...that all our lives we love illusion, neatly
caught between confusion and the need to know we are alive.

PICNIC BOY 

She called my friend a picnic boy
I never could stand that
Oh she called my friend a picnic boy
And said he was too fat

I left her in the early morning
Looking at the rain
I found I could not take the pressure
So I took the train

PICNIC IN THE JUNGLE 

Afterwards, it's like a dream
You can't remember but it seems
To stay alive inside your mind
And prey upon your leisure time
It happens in an open spot
The air is sticky and it's hot
First they take away our clothes
Then they lay us down in rows
A cloud appears and melts away
The flesh of some while others stay
Machines that look like little cars
Consume the bones and count the scars
In a place that no one knows
We are prisoners of those
That no one sees and no one hears
But everybody hates and fears
Every day they leave a tray
And take an empty one away
On the tray are chicken legs
Potato salad and some eggs