Loser
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying I'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding
And a stain on my shirt don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
Because one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob he hung himself with a guitar string
Slab of turkey-neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate trade the cash for the beat
For the body for the hate and my time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite who's choking on the splinters
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Devils Haircut
Something's wrong because my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces
Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash jukebox gasoline crystals are pointing
At a poor man's pockets smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets
Got a devil's haircut in my mind got a devil's haircut in my mind
Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the brief case blues
Got a devil's haircut in my mind got a devil's haircut in my mind
Something's wrong because my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying
And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting
Got a devil's haircut in my mind got a devil's haircut in my mind
Where It's At
There's a destination a little up the road from the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone
Pick yourself up off the side of the road with your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hyponotizers move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues hirsute with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast let my man Ken Wilson rock the most
Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone
There's a destination a little up the road from the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone
Ramona
There's nothing left to hide; you can see it in my eyes.
I've tried, to be who I thought you wanted.
And if it's all a lie, the truth's not far behind.
We could try to live right follow the moment.
Ramona Ramona Ramona.
If only I had known it's less than what I felt,
Why should I have nothing to fear for?
Ramona Ramona Ramona.
Garbage Truck
I'll take you for a ride on my garbage truck
I'll take you to the dump because you're my queen
Take you uptown I'll show you the sights
You know you want to ride on my garbage truck
We'll pass the mansions by drive right through the needle's eye
I got a stereo you just got to turn the knob
And we'll go as far as we can I'll be your garbage man
I'll take out your junk and I'll crush it down Jesus in my rearview
And the highway patrol is up ahead in my garbage truck
I'll never throw you away when you're old and grey just roll it away
Sexx Laws
Can't you hear those cavalry drums hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Cowloon night breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite till you thank them for the tea and sympathy
I want to defy the logic of all sex laws let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry
Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine who's mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends with Sports Illustrated moms
I want to defy the logic of all sex laws let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry
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