ACT OF BEING POLITE 

I found her crying in the morning
Sitting in a chair
She was wrapping something up
And wrapping it with care

I did not mean to hurt her
When I fell asleep last night
I was just exhausted
From the act of being polite

Yes, I was just exhausted
From the act of being polite

AIRCRAFT DAMAGE 

Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
He has no presence
In the future

Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
He has no presence
In the future

A fleeting and a sleeting scene of snowness and of
sleeves
A fleeting and a greeting scene of effervescent eaves
A greeting and a meeting team of elves and frosty words
A greeting and a cheating team and other noxious herbs

Bing Bing Bing! Bong Bong Bong!
Bing Bing Bing! Bong Bong Bong!
Bing Bing Bing! Bong Bong Bong!
Bing Bing Bing! Bong Bong Bong!

Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog! Santa Dog!
Santa Dog! Santa Dog!
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus Fetus
Santa Dog! Santa Dog!
Santa Dog! Santa Dog!
Santa! Santa!
Santa! Santa!
Woof! Woof!

ALMOST PERFECT 

In her favorite dream
Every cunt's a queen
In his favorite dream
Every cock's a king

I live a life of solitary sweetness
It's a life that's simple and clean
All I really want to do is please them
All I ask is stay in the dream
All I ask is stay in the dream
All I ask is stay inside my dream

What's your favorite dream?

I live a life of solitary sweetness
It's a life that's simple and clean
All I really want to do is please them
All I ask is stay in the dream
All I ask is stay in the dream
All I ask is stay inside my dream

But they never stay inside the dream

Text:
It's almost like I have this power ...the power of
dreams. I see people, it really doesn't matter if it's
a man or a woman ...and I can just feel their dreams,
and then I become their dream. I guess it's kind of
like hypnotism.
...I make them see me the way they want me to be. Some
people like cruel lovers, some like giving lovers, some
like submissive, some like strong.
The diversity of desire is endless.
But the beauty of it ...the exquisite beauty, is the
world I create ...it's a perfect thing ...that world
...a magic place, a special place, a just-the-two-of-us
place. Sometimes, it feels like it could go on forever,
but it never does. No matter what they say in the
beginning, no matter how much they love their husbands,
or their boyfriends or their wives or kids or whatever
...they eventually want more ...more than I can give
...more than they should have ...and it's over ...it's
over ...over

AMBER 

Life is just a situation
Life is just a game
Life is just a whirlpool
And it's calling out my name

Amber were the autumn leaves
And amber was her skin
Amber was the evening
When the whirlpool pulled her in

It was irresistible
Was what she used to say
Like the sound of running horses
Early in the day

BACH IS DEAD 

Bach is dead
Bach is dead
Bach is dead
Bach is dead
Walking women want to see
The Southern Cross at night
And so they set aside a sock
And tie their laces tight
Yes mournful is the melody
That echoes in their heads
Without a beat they march along
Believing Bach is dead
Bach is dead

BATHSHEBA BATHES 

2 Samuel 11
Out in the openness of night
She bathes before my sucking sight
Fingers of fire so soft and slow
Make her amber body glow
He takes what he wants
With smiling lies
He takes what he wants
And someone dies
Like caution to the newly blind
Her image never leaves my mind
I have to hear her as she cries
Underneath my buning eyes
Her husband is fighting far away
In my army so they'll say
I took his honor with his wife
So he must lose it with his life
A king is noble, strong and right
With appetites to match his might
With gore and glory in his bed
His penis rules a rancid head

BEEKEEPER'S DAUGHTER 

Leave me alone

I'm on the phone

I wish you'd only

Leave me alone



Tripping over Rover, he landed in clover

With bees stinging his face and his hands

Running back inside, he attempted to hide

But they saw the direction he ran



Alone in a closet he noticed some droplets

That were begining to cover his clothes

Worse than the bleeding, he started beating

Bees that were stinging his eyes and his nose



Running outside he tripped as he tried

To lure the bees back into the hive

His leg was broken but he started hoping

Bees would respond to a melody so

He started whistling a tune making mistle-

toe reminisce in the back in his mind

Then suddenly there was nothing to see

The bees had blended into summertime



Jingle Bells made a minute from hell

Dissipate as my daddy cried

BIRDS IN THE TREES 

Birds in the trees
Shook dust from their wings
I thought of the heartaches
That shattered our love not long ago

Birds in the trees
Now asleep

BIRTHDAY BOY 

Bulging eyes abound about
The birthday boy today;
Screaming, "Creaming eyes!"
Screamed he,
His mother looked away.

"Creaming eyes explode upon
An apple pirate toad
And if an injun ate a plate
I'd laugh and live abode."

Nervousness itself was shifting
Guests against the door,
"Forgive us dear, but, uh, baking beer
It what we should be near."

"Bye," the bothered birthday boy said,
"Bye," the bothered birthday boy said,
"Bye or sell or bye,
Bye or sell or bye."

"Happy, happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me he-he-hee,
Happy birthday to me...

BLUE ROSEBUDS 

I love you and 'cause I do
My sky has changed
>From grey to blue
But blue's not just
A color of the rainbow
It's shade is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard
My blue sky blue
It's like a Roman candle
Coming rosebuds
"Your words are empty hollow bleatings
Of a mental crutch
They're open-festered indigestion
With a velvet touch
An ether-eating Eskimo
Would gag upon your sight
Convulsed into oblivion
>From laughter or from fright
A coma with a swee t aroma
Is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception
That a grunt can gleam
Your lichen-covered corpuscles
Are filthy to my fist
Infection is your finest flower
Mildewed in the mist."
I love you and 'cause I do
My skies have changed
>From grey to blue
But blue's not just a color
Of the rainbow
It's shade is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard
My blue sky blue
It's like a Roman candle
Coming rosebuds
Blue rosebuds