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Lights Out
Well I'm listening to the same old crap tonight
And I got my ass glued to the same old seat at the 8 Ball
The opening band is punching me in the face
Why don't we pack our bags and head on out today
Nobody's playing ball and the wolves are at my door
There's beer in the fridge and the cat's gone
I wanna turn the lights out and dance with you
Turn the lights out it's gonna see me through
Turn the lights out and I can almost see it all
Well I'm sitting on cement step with a tear in my eye
Thinking about the time Bobby Smith
and the girls that we let slip us by
I wonder what would happen if I'd a turned out differently
And the opening band is playing this just for me
Simply put I need affection and a little resurrection
If it doesn't cost too much
So many times I find myself down at the deepest part of the pool
I got a cup of something and it's green and it tastes so wonderful
I want to share it with the birds
and the bees and the trees and everyone
Henry #83
Retro me back to the pink tape sessions and the N bomb lessons
Retro me back to the Flock of Seagulls and the adolescent pressures
Video was bringing up a new generation
and ATM was gonna be my salvation
Rob says he's either gonna laugh or puke
He's dancing around with Henry
And the new generation walking in the video
We saw it all and who could believe
Dancing with the statue in the front yard
Everyone was doing what they thought they should be
I think we'd better take the HBO down and watch it in the closet
I think you better get your hands out of Johnny's doghouse
So he and she and he can sell their magazines
And I can get her to lie down on the couch
That's why I'm
Interviewing Henry #83
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Always revives me
Scratching with my finger stuck up
Way inside of me
I'm interviewing Henry #83
Afternoon Delight
(Carroll/Danoff)
Irene's Kiss
What a lovely time we had at your party
Fred he ate the Barbie head out of the toilet
Tyche wasn't even there
but she danced and danced without a care
The telephone kept ringing but no one was there
Larry Larry he got so scary
Smoked a hundred packs of cigarettes
Then he plopped his face in the frosted cake
I own the record but I seldom play it
And the voice is always talking to the back of my mind
I can't believe it oh no
The ground is shaking and I'm on the telephone
Didn't you feel it didn't you need it
late night radio
Lipstick on a can of beer in the bathroom cupboard
With a white and chalky substance in a bowl by the fire
Irene she kissed me she kissed me on the cheek
Irene she kissed me she kissed me like she kissed her brother
I got into my car I'm all crammed into the back
got a suitcase on my lap a million needles in my side
The speakers on the left of me don't even work
Infatuated plastic statues tell me that I ain't no good
Clementine
I took the car keys
and drove off into the night
Headed out for Vacaville
and cut back on 505
Pushed the Fury III
as fast as that bitch could fly
Bob Dylan's on AM radio
keeping me alive
It wasn't my fault
the television is broken
it wasn't my fault
cosmopolitan has spoken
I dyed my hair black
but I know it's only pretend
I'm not that stupid
yeah I rode it out until the end
It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault
No it wasn't no it wasn't
It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault
Back in college
I used to write songs in my classes
I'd sit way in the back
and wear my Ray Ban glasses
Little itty bitty stories
about pain and misery and misfortune
I need some good material
for our next album
I liked Madonna
back when she was singing Borderline
I'd like to think that if she knew me
she would be a friend of mine
I saw an interview with Tom
and he looked so weak and thin
Like Vincent Van Gough
before he went and cut off his ear
It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault
I just want my albums back
I never really loved you
I just want my albums back
I never really loved you
I just needed some lyrics to a song
I washed the car
but the soap's still on my hands
I can't believe his girlfriend
still smokes the same brand
She used to tell me she could die
for a piece of gum to chew
Like a bird on a telephone wire
I'm still talking to you
Seattle '76
He didn't understand it at the time
When his mom told him about the accident she was crying
He look the elevator down a long long way
Then he pet his cat I guess he dealt with it his own way
The school yard it looks so small
and his bicycle is shiny and new
He heard a voice coming through the fog
I want to ask the boy I knew why did you move
Why did you move to Seattle
It's always dark and it's always cold
Why did you move to Seattle
You didn't see the headlights coming through
On his bedroom wall there was a postcard from Seattle
But Billy and Scott moved out of the neighborhood
He wanted to show them the postcard from Seattle
With the Space Needle and the restaurant
and the bright lights coming through
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Randy
Big Pauline's on the washing machine
She's been there all night because her daddy can't satisfy her
Can't satisfy her
Toadus Morodus wants to be a rock and roller
So he got a day job at a music store oh no
And the world's in my hands it's calling me it's calling me
The world's in my hands it's calling me
The world's in my hands it's calling me it's calling me
The world's in my hands it's calling
Randy You know I like his older sister
Randy She's sneaking out the bathroom window
Randy You know she's always on the TV
And she's always on my mind Randy
No dough Joe he's always on the blow
So he stole his mama's china and his daddy's radio oh no
He's got a little sister in an upstate prison
She's doing big time
because she couldn't stand the hitting no more no more
Mama
Mama told me never look to deep
into the eyes of blue
Mama told me never look to deep
you're gonna see right through
Mama told me never look to deep
you're gonna see right through to tomorrow
Mama told me never look to deep
you're gonna see nothing but sorrow
That's the way it goes
Downstairs before my brothers and my sisters
rub the sleep out of their eyes
A red fire engine and a bike
I like the funky sensation inside
Calling up my friend later on my CB radio
10-4 good buddy tell me do you copy
but he's already gone
That's the way it goes
Mama told me never look to deep now
Mama told me never look to deep now
Mama told me never look to deep
Because the things you can hold
you can never keep
My dog died on Halloween
So I blamed it on the trick or treat
Me and my brother got a drum set
It said out of this world on it
My little green and yellow shoe box
Is stuck up somewhere in the rafters
Santa was a bad man
but he never knew my mama
Red Thing
I think I'll sleep on the back porch tonight
And count the stars way up in the sky
I can't think in words and notes anymore
My life's been written down so many times before
With a red thing
The song was played over and over
No need to turn the album over
Riding the rays right down in to the morning
Burning up the novel and the little little red thing
The red thing's turning tuning in on me
Like a valentine card that never ever came
The red thing is turning tuning in on me
If you didn't sing it you wouldn't have to dream it
If you didn't sing it just might come true
I'm staring right into the musical selection
Better check my pulse and my respiration
Because the 8 Ball's lost it's only jukebox
The ball game's over and all I really got is just a red thing
I'm parking outside with all my dirty laundry
The streets are clean but it isn't even morning
Tuesday's they seem to be so forgotten
Unless you got a cup of coffee and a little red thing
Shawnee
Shawnee is a prostitute Shawnee is a prostitute
Shawnee is a prostitute tonight
Back in High School Shawnee joined the Key Club
She went down to San Jose for the weekend
She got busted she was drinking Bacardi and wine
Yeah she got busted all the boys were feeling fine
Shawnee stuck a safety pin right through her face
She wore her British flag t-shirt all over the fucking place
Her mama told her Shawnee what you wanna do that for
Her daddy told her Shawnee don't come around here no more
Cuz Shawnee doesn't live here anymore
Back in Junior High School Shawnee joined the cheerleading squad
She went home with her girl friends and she practiced a lot
She got busted she's been staying out all night
She got busted all the girls were feeling fine
Half A Mile
Study lands far away
Two A.M.I'm wandering
The wicked witch is folding her umbrella
Wet crotch everything's gone
All alone
The cars have all gone home to work construction
Reckless nights of wandering
Half a mile
Stepping over enemies
Half a mile
Stepping over what I lost
Half a mile
Till you wake up in the morning and you do it all over again
Night owls and lonely girls
Are walking on my window sill
The ghost and taxis blind the unexpecting
Italian phrases local mazes
Connie says she's gonna make it
In New York and be a big success
Right bitch
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