drinkin beers in the pouring rain Dupont circle summer again jackin' wheels just for fun i was only 13 watch your step but it's always the same your always
Five lovely lessons learned today Coating my throat with the dust of a new day As the saints pray their lonely way And their deadweight lays the passion
The fascists and their many guises Anarchists and their fantasizing It seems sometimes they're sailing the same boat Politicians mesmerizing throngs of
You're saying to me what you hear from all the people cursing in your ear trying out the possibilities of finding in me my worst sense of fear now you
Metal guitars in every town White rap and DJ's, hard and loud You slice through strange air The new icon in eden Clueless and arrogant A beast of no
Did you ask that man On the corner for the time of day Did he shrug and glance at his wrist and say "Dunno, here you go" And hand you a fool's gold watch
I'm flying off the handle again, i tried to keep in touch but my grip had loosened. The saints need a second look. I'm at the boreal banquet keeping warm
Some sang their songs They're flying on uppers So sweet and smug That I lose my supper Some mumble psalms Of solace and virtue Hang by their palms Choke
There ain't nothing good about saying goodbye There ain't nothing fair about saying farewell There ain't nothing better than my baby So go to hell There
Hello Charlatan, you must have been gone a long time what with the t.v. on I lost track of the days gone by I don't think that I owe you anything, and
My bastard brother's hopeless vow of leaving off to another town Has once again soaked deep into the cold and rotting ground He never shares his lovesick
Here's one for the tamed Runners-up and losers of the game The tried and true, the tragic and the shamed The broken hearted, sad eyed, and unnamed
well, i've fallen from the grace of a dog whatcha gonna do? I'll scribble it down in my log i don't believe you! It wouldn't hurt to believe me well maybe
"Hello again," you say to the folks at the E.D.D. you've been dire and disgusted and come in most every day to keep yourself alive you heave insults and
You reached for heaven at seventeen And caught the clap from some teenage queen Took some tablets, hit it again and that's all right Sometimes you took
My Accordion is shining in the light of the moon from the sky And I sit here alone and drinking with the windows and doors open wide My hand got tired
You're selfishness is horrid And you're beauty is queen Puts the pain gut-wrenching And the grass a sickly green The troubles of youth Have got your hair
Jackie Jab is looking fab. He's got a treble and a bass and a big tab. He's got oil in his hair from an arab and when he falls down, he falls smack dab