The Painful End
Everybody has a painful end
It doesn’t matter how you go,
In a barrel flash or crying and pleading
Everybody has a painful end
For What It’s Worth
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Tellin’ me I got to beware
Take Your Life Seriously
You can build a big stone boat
Cover it with the sex organs of plants
and call it a float
Or you could take your own life seriously
Violence
I don’t know why you’re lying down there
Another sunny day ends in despair
It’s not fair and never justified
Just another pile of pain to be brushed aside
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
Blue Camaro
Black lips
Red bolero
White lies in my
Blue Camaro
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
Teardrops Waiting
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
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
Wrong Star
She followed the wrong star
Doesn’t understand
What she’s doing in Marina Del Mar
With this kind of man
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
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
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
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
Beautiful Love
You could be a sinner
You keep getting thinner
Went swimming after dinner
Sank like a beginner
Man In Traction
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
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