|
Well it makes no difference what God you pray
All hell’s gonna come to call on that judgment
day
And I hope you don’t bust your ass running for
the door
I plan to spend the apocalypse drunk and passed out
on the floor
Well I ain’t no asshole I just got forgotten
That’s why I do the things I do - I live so
goddamned hard
But it seems I’m bigger than you ever were
Well I stay innocent, keep my evil streak pure
I always heard those hundred dollar words come out
your fifty-cent hole
And I am older now and time do take it’s toll
and I’m gonna keep myself totally void of love
Alone I stay and fresh is the grave and sorry is never
enough
Try, try, try, try, try
Ya’ll can never win
I hate to bust your bubble, but we’re all dead
in the end
So I’m gonna throw out my chest and lead with
my chin
You can’t break me, baby, cause I will never
bend.
dear mr. Heston
if you ever saw a 12 year old boys brains splattered
on a kitchen wall
well you’d hang your head in shame
you rifle totin’ whore
cold blooded old blooded sick ass man
well i’d like to send you back to them damn
dirty apes
no more hollywood, out your mouth I’d slap the
taste
blood is on your fuckin hands and mine is in my veins
cold blooded old blooded sick ass man
dear mr. Nugent
did it give you a thrill
first the hunt and chase then your sportsman like
kill
well i’m talking shit to you punk
come on fire at will
cold blooded old blooded sick ass man
josh said I know where mama keeps the gun
she won’t even know that it’s gone
I took a class and I got my license
now my little brother will never know the love of
a girl
and he’ll never drink a cold one
and he’ll never see another sunrise
and he’ll never damn sure damn sure fire that
gun
dirty chicken shit
ceremony
unspeakable nightmare
like a freight train low moans
the mighty fist of the holy catholic church
nobody moves man, nobody gets hurt
I am an american
a real life barbie and ken
a yankee doodle and a born again
well I am american
love it or leave it
that’s what I got told
I live in my mind not on the ground that got stole
and your diggin me in to a dark hole
run them stars and stripes up the totem pole
and tell it to geronimo
I am an american
a real life barbie and ken
a yankee doodle and a born again
well I am american
lies are getting told over and over again
i’ll just pray to the white god on my tv
and I won’t say a word or think for myself
hell gets rationed out to unclean things like me
I hate everything
kings and bein poor
guns and burnin crosses and evils knockin at my door
I can only fix what I can see
but I got blinders on nothing left to believe
la, la, la
I threw up my hands flew a white flag
and prayed for all this to end
but the war machine and her big sharp teeth
had the best of bad intentions
la, la, la
if we blow it up that’d be a shame
looks like all gods work was in vain
I hope we’re angels
not just put on earth to bleed
not just a cancer
not just disease
not just anger
not just pain
goddamn war can’t explain it away
la, la, la
battle weary battle torn
lost and confused from the day we get born
i’ll just sleep i’ll rest well
come out fightin for my life
the final bell
my granddaddy was born in kellyville, oklahoma
and he died in a psych ward all alone
me I stare at the stars from down in the gutter
sure is pretty down here don’t ya know
my daddy was born in pike county kentucky
he had hatfield in his blood
he lived hard he drank hard
that’s why my daddy took a trip to the mud
in the mud
in the mud
going back to the mud
all of our lives going back to the mud
heaven ain’t up there in those blue skies above
it’s down here ‘neath my feet, ‘tween
my toes
in the mud
grandma worked at society cleaners
yeah she gave ‘em damn near most of her life
i’d ride my bike up on Saturday afternoon’s
circus room, me and granny eatin’ hot french
fries
never know’d a woman gonna work so hard
making sure all them white shirts got starch
oral roberts broke ol’ grannys’ heart
he promised her streets of gold
they all turned brown
let me tell you ‘bout my friend, mr. Jimmy
waldbilig
yeah that boy sure could pick a mean guitar
yeah my friend had a way with the ladies
jimmy my friend you were a rock ‘n roll star
but jimmy had a problem most of his life
he sure did love that tar
well yeah man this ol’ world is just la brea
you and me my friend we are all just dinosaurs
in the mud
you posed the question if you can’t eat it
or fuck it
well lord than how can it exist
and all that I hold dear is in the cab of this pickup
and phatasmagoric reality between my ears
well I don’t know where life is going
but I sure know where I been
and I done broke my rearview mirror
life i’m gonna suck it dry and then
I move on
Sure can learn a lot about life driving to hayward
california in a ‘56 chevy
singing with your papa
i’m so lonesome I could cry
and yes I do believe in honky tonk angels and will
continue to do so, man, until the day I die
well I don’t know where life is going
but I sure know where I been
and I done broke my rearview mirror
life i’m gonna suck it dry and then
I move on
mama sunset tucked me in
lord she was orange and red
driving down on the ‘58 outside of bakersfield
made it all the way to the frisco bay in second gear
life ain’t nothing man
looks like it’s all down here from here
she’s as gone as they go
how much I loved her
she will never know
hurtin’ bad’s what I do best so I better
walk alone
she’s as gone as they go
and it comes as no surprise
she packed up the car and kids and headed out for
bluer skies
never saw one teardrop you know I never cried
she’s as gone as they go
and let the rain fall down
straight outta my heart
and wash it all away
anyway
she’s as gone as they go
how much I loved her,
now her momma and daddy’s gonna know
in her head i’m gonna put one bullet hole
she’ll go to heaven cause that’s where
all good lovers go
baby doll tell jesus I said hello
she’s as gone as they go
Well there’s my liver and my first marriage
and the spector of god
and a man with a bomb strapped to his chest
there’s my hope and my inspiration
momma and daddy and damn near every politican
dubya dubya three is a man on a mission
he’s got a war to sell
these are things that fail
transmissions and brakes and nuclear weapons with
failsafes
gutter punk kids shootin’ heroin
old bastards with a pro-war attitude and them same
ol’ bastard on viagra
these are things that fail
things that fail
things that fail
we’re headed straight for hell we got things
that fail
convicts picking up cigarette butts in the yard
punk ass white boys drinking OE and acting hard
stains on my sleeve where there once was a heart
and me
there’s the twin towers and the powers that
be
there’s the fbi, cia, dea and cdc
enron and dick cheney would you please use vasoline
when you bust my tail
these are things that fail
can you understand why I can’t understand
is there something wrong with me?
Folks all tripping in a serious world we all leave
eventually
mother fuck pigs in the power gonna lead us around
me, I got a dog in me
gotta live love and think for yourself
and dance to a different beat
I dance to the drum that tells me to love each and
every living thing
the children, the trees, the grass and the sky
it’s all in the words that we sing
love is the key
love it failed
hey man now look at me i’m a rockstar on the
scene
it’s rock and roll and it’s good to go
as long as the money’s green
hey you mr. A & r would you buy my lunch for me
i’m gonna cake on some makeup then i’ll
pass for 23
cause i’m a rockstar
i’m a rockstar
watch me go
all you pretty women, best do what I say
if I see one green m&m there’s gonna be
hell to pay
what’s that shit some salami on my deli tray?
I’m gonna leak it to the willamette week that
i’m bisexual or gay
cause i’m a rockstar
i’m a rockstar
watch me go
ain’t no way around it i’ll sell out
night and day
to the god of celebrity I hit my knees and pray
I just need an eight ball of cocaine to get me through
another day
if I just do some speed, i’ll never get anymore
speed
cause i’m a rockstar
i’m a rockstar
watch me go
taking my grammy home
I feel you in me
in the dark sticky places where god dwells
I hear your voice inside my head
your minor chords fit in well with the rest of the
voices
catch me now i’m falling
hold on if you would
belief fades but i’m trying
to be good
mr. T where are you now
you seem to be the perfect metaphor for everything
big and good in this world
catch me now i’m falling
hold on if you would
belief fades but i’m trying
to be good
as the cancer approaches and the pain increases
i’ll just pretend i’m billy the kid
got an outlaw heart and a taste for hell
catch me now i’m falling
hold on if you would
belief fades but i’m trying
to be good
Well I’ve tasted the highest highs
and i’ve felt the lowest lows
I’ve let the devil up in my chest
and I let God up in me
where I don’t let no one else go
Tell me who’s the blackest heart?
Is heaven where we go?
Close your eyes it’ll all be over soon
Hope I die half as well as you
You think by now I’d haveknown
You think by now I ‘d have learned
Twenty years come
Twenty years go
Now I start my slow burn
And as it comes down to the end
I stay 665
I stay one away from the devil
That’s the one that keeps my hope and love alive
As a child I never cired
Spill my guts out on the floor
Close your eyes it’ll all be over soon
Hope I die half as well as you
I hate from where I come
Mama, are you listening?
Yes I hate from where I came
I come from killers and whores, West Virginia coal
mines
Devil Anse, brimstone, flame
|
