45 Revolutions
It was a revolution
A global manifesto with local distribution
Fuzzbox needle drop, you could spin it
At 45 revolutions every minute
New Clear Vision
There’s a new bomb neutron particle collision
And we all stand waitin’ for a new clear vision
The blast is faster
Words are cool but the blast is faster
Fight War
I’m not mad and I’m not mean
But look at all these human beings
Splattered on my TV screen
I got to fight war
Park Ave. Toll booth
You pay to get in and you pay to get out
Might be a sin but there ain’t no doubt in my mind
I’ve got this sinking feeling
It’s what I call my point of view
Time To Forget
It’s time
To forget
That old clock upon the wall
It’ll get you yet
Cat School
My baby wants to go to cat school
I guess she’s gonna get her way
My baby digs those cool cool cats
Down Greenwich Village way
We’ve Got A Beautiful Love
You could be a sinner
You keep getting thinner
Went swimming after dinner
Sank like a beginner
Weeping Dry
You and I had a love for the ages
I can’t believe we let it slip away in stages
I’ve had it up to here
I will be really clear
This time goodbye is really here
Dissolve In The Rain
Sat on a bee when I sat on the swing
Gave me a big sting right on my little ding-a-ling
Oh man I screamed and I cried
Mama said “you’ll live” but the bee died
Doublesleep
I was asleep, I had a dream
In my dream I was asleep inside another dream
I dreamed it was a peaceful world
I was sharing my life with a beautiful girl
Both of Me
There was a girl in the corner, she looked confused
I was in the other corner looking at the news
She was peeling her fruit from both ends
One eye lookin’ at me
Blue Camaro
Black lips
Red bolero
White lies in my
Blue Camaro
Wrong Star
She followed the wrong star
Doesn’t understand
What she’s doing in Marina Del Mar
With this kind of man
Wack Synapse
When a wack synapse hits your brain
You get a big idea and they tell you it’s insane
But then a black black day begins to look OK
More Push Than Pull
You got no manners, got no sense
Got no good excuse for your ignorance
You got no honey ’cause you want a slave
Got no money ’cause you refuse to save
Abaddon Rodeo
Last night I got indicted by the thought police
’bout a nineteenth century Crapper in the foyer
A terrible idea but I got released
By a twenty-first century Twitter finger lawyer
When Is Now
You swore one day you would kiss me
And we would trade our vows
If not now, when will you love me?
…when is now
Catfish Road
Gonna use my final hour to see if I can reconcile
Searching for a higher power
I might start looking for a holy sign or praying to god
Saving my soul saying lord I been working overtime
Take Your Life Seriously
You might want to call your kids Flotsam and Jetsam
Maybe you aspire to be the world’s biggest slob
Maybe you’re a go-getter, better go out and get some
Get a wife and have a dog named Bob
The Painful End
Everybody has a painful end
It doesn’t matter how you go,
Quick by the guillotine or bleeding
Everybody has a painful end
Man In Traction
Goin’ down to the Sweet Spot lookin’ for a cheap shot
Find a redhead and take her for a twirl
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And a man in traction is gettin’ all the girls
I’m Not Country
I’m not country
I never owned a pickup truck
Don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck
Personality Skips A Generation
I saw a square cloud
It was a perfect square
I never mentioned it out loud
Maybe I wasn’t even really there
I Never Cheated On You
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you I ain’t that dumb
But the night’s still young
Teens In The Suburbs
It’s hot downtown tonight
Cool in the North and West
Teens in the suburbs
I’m living under house arrest
Teardrops Waiting
There are rainbows and antennas that whisper in the night
With silence in my heart I recognize
The morning is not far I see the fading of the stars
Memory of the day precedes the light
Stripmine
The hill is gone and a hole remains
On the outskirts of the town
And a man is what that boy became
Now I’m gonna shut it down
Sugar and Oil
She’s a vegetarian, she is in PETA
Concerned about the ethical treatment of animals
I wear leather and I’m a meat eater
But we both love to dance to Fine Young Cannibals
Crushed Velvet Man
The Motor City rocks like a head full of granite
We were diggin’ heavy metal before the whole planet
Got the Iggy Pop punk rock crash boom rattle
Too much grunge, we had to ship it to Seattle
No Gasoline
Who needs this continental overkill?
We got trains that are rusting on the tracks
Who cares if you build a better oil drill
It’s too late the knife is hanging in our backs