END OF HOME 

Darkness fell upon the garden
As I sadly sat alone
Dreaming of the end of summer
And again the end of home
Our love was like a flowing river
Deeper still than what it seemed
It consumed my waking hours
Creeping deep into my dreams

EPILOGUE 

Chorus:
The son of the know thing flew into today.
He left in a hurry -- had little to say;
But fore the barking sub side in his wake,
He helped out with vestiges sweeter than cake:

The Son:
Opulent givings are seldom a dread.
They help you relieve all them lies in your head.
But for the giving begets a sure vain,
Leave open a window and let in some rain.

EVERYONE COMES TO THE FREAK SHOW 

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Step right up and you will see on display
a collection of some of the strangest specimens ever gathered
together - both LIVE and preserved.
You will see the incredible JELLO JACK - the boneless boy and
HERMAN - The Human Mole.
You'll see WANDA - The Worm Woman and MICKEY - The
Mumbling Midget with his secret from far beyond the realm of
human understanding.
There's also Benny - Bouncing Benny The Bump who can't wait to
show you the eerie and shapeless mass which he hides beneath his
shirt and shows only when he does his famous dance -
THE BOUNCING BUMP!
So - step this way, folks come on in, you know you can't resist.
Come in and make your mundane lives look like the kiss of bliss.
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.
Once a man exploded just before he went to sleep
When his wife awoke she found some fragments of his feet
She wondered what had happened but there was no mouth to say
Or lips to kiss or even any tears to wipe away.
She went to see a priest and asked if death could be much worse
Than knowing what was left of love would fit inside her purse.
Someone said that nothing hurts you
Like a vice without a virtue;
That may be but is it worse than
Life when it becomes so certain
That your eyes cannot be open
To the twisted and the broken?

FINGERTIPS 

Something faintly emanating
Perfume and decay
Whispered lightly in the wind
That she had got away

Longing for the touch of something
Soft upon my face
I thought about her fingertips
And not her lack of grace

FIRE FALL 

I'm just an old man
How could I understand
I'm just an old man
How could I understand

I remember danger when the strangers came
They, they knew my name
They seemed to know my, my neighbors
So I gave them safety in my home

Then there was a, a pounding sound
And screaming voices all around
I offered them my, my daughters
Then a light, a light came from the, the strangers' skin
They said we had to go away
My wife was worried they, they

I'm just an old man
How could I understand, yes

Fire fell from the sky
And tears fell from my eyes
Fire fell from the sky
Tears fell, fell from my eyes

Turned to stone like a bone
Or maybe salt had hardened on her
I was lonely for my wife, oh
It only ever happened once or twice, yes

I'm just an old man
How could I understand, yes
I'm just an old man
Who just can't stand his memories

FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLE ROACH 

She's a coon-ass cutie
With a brown-stained sole
From stompin' dem roaches
Flying by low low low

Low flying cockroaches three inches long,
Bare-footed coon-asses steppa dem on

Three inch cock --- roaches that fly
Bite bare-assed coon-feets
If they can get by

Low flying cockroaches three inches long,
Bare-footed coon-asses steppa dem on

GHOST CHILD 

We're comin', help me
We're comin', I'm alone
We're comin', it's dark
We're comin', so dark
We're comin', I'm alone
We're comin', help me

No blood is spilled in
The land of lost children
But it is friendless
Empty and endless

She was neglected
But no one expected
She'd hold her breath for
Ever and ever

We're comin', help me
We're comin', I'm alone
We're comin', it's dark
We're comin', so dark
We're comin', I'm alone
We're comin', I'm lost

GINGER'S LAMENT 

There once was a woman who once was a man
Who thought that he did but did not understand.
There once was a hermit who held in his hand
The heart of a lonely and unattached man.
There once was a soldier who stood in the sand
Saluting the sun when he wanted to dance.
There once was a butcher come back from the dead
He opened his mind and took poison instead.
There once was a weaver who wished for a fool
To live down below her and hand up her tools.
There once was a species who filled up the world
With lust, love, confusion, talk, tacos, and turds.

GIVE IT TO SOMEONE ELSE 

I wanted to give it to someone else
And hear what they would say
I wanted to give it to someone else
And watch them as they played

I left it helpless all alone
And waiting on the floor
Squirming just a little bit
And looking at the door

He would take it as he wished
And I would listen in
Documenting as I would
The sound of slapping skin

GOD'S MAGIC FINGER 

It was a finger instead of a singer
It was a finger instead of a song
It was a finger instead of a singer

It was a finger instead of a singer
It was a finger instead of a song
It was a finger instead of a singer
It didn't stay too long

When I was having a party and wanted to hear a song
A disconnected finger appeared where it didn't belong
It floated above the floor and wrote something on the wall
No one could read the writing so someone was called

It was a finger instead of a singer
It was a finger instead of a song
It was a finger instead of a singer
It didn't stay too long

He said, my father was crazy with fingernails like claws
And that he ate grass with asses, then he paused
Then when he continued, he mumbled about his God

He said my days were numbered, so I started to nod
It's late now, I'm alone, still thinking about what I saw
Something woke me up, a strange noise out in the hall
I hear it again

It was a finger instead of a singer
It was a finger instead of a song
It was a finger instead of a singer
It didn't stay too long

It was a finger instead of a singer
(Finger, it was a finger)
It was a finger instead of a song
(It was a finger, a magic finger)

It was a finger instead of a singer
(Magic finger, magic finger)
It was a finger instead of a song
(Magic finger, a magic finger)
It didn't stay too long