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(1983)
1. Da DaDa Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da I don't know what you mean about nasty feelings, it's Let me help you out of this, you were starting to feel a certain way, violence, resentful. How do you know that? I told you? I told you that? That's right, remember yesterday? I don't want to talk about that, I don't want to talk about it. Let's talk about, uh, talk about something else. Ok? What would you like to talk about? Uh Tell me about your son. My son, yeah well, he took care of me. He's took care of me for a long, he still takes care of me. And she takes good, and she takes care of me. She takes, she takes good care of me. He takes care of me, Do you believe it I have a daughter too. You don't have a daughter. Yeah, I have a dauther, yeah. A son - you have a son, a son. No I, no I, all I have, I have I have a son, I have a son and a daughter, and a daughter. No, I have a son, daughter, daughter too, and a boy, and a boy Da Da Da Da I'm a little tired now Well that's alright, I think that's enough for today. I'm feeling rough and kinda hungry too. Da Da Who's my boy?2. Enough's EnoughEnough's enough's enough's enoughThis year's been really really roughHey Dad... What'd you do with motherHey Dad... Why'd you hide your brotherI just want to tell you that I'm really feeling badI tell youEnough enough's enough's enoughEnough enough's enough's enoughI'm up to here with all your stuffHey Dad... What'll happen now sir?Hey Dad... Can we live without her?I don't need your money, your position or your caddy, DaddyEnough enough's enough's enoughWhen my mother died, she laid in bed and cried:"I'm going to miss you, my brave little cowboy"I saw my father smile (a smile he tried to hide)He told me "Son, I've really got you now, boy."So, come on, little cowboyGo buck and fuck and make a buckGonna show me how, boy?I wish you lots and lots of luckAre you leavin' now, boy?Hey, Dad... try and keep this sacredHey, Dad... how'd you hide the hatredI just want to tell you you're a lousy Dad to hell with youEnough's enough's enough's enoughWhen my mother died, she layed in bed and cried:"I'm going to miss you, my brave little cowboy"I saw my father smile (a smile he tried to hide)He told me "Son, I've really got you now, boy."So, come on, little cowboyEnough!Eeeeeenough!Go fuck and fuck and make a buckCome and show me how, boy.You're going to need a lot of luckMommy's little cowboyHey, Dad... try and keep this sacredHey, Dad... how'd you hide the hatredI just want to tell you you're a lousy Dad to hell with youEnough's enough's enough's enoughEnough's enough's enough's enoughEnough's enough's enough's enoughOh enough!3. Former Lee WarmerIn an upstairs room, under lock and keyIt's my brother, Former LeeAll the mops and brooms keep him companyMisconceived of the familyFormer Lee Warmer pulls up the covers to hide in his wrinkled bedNo dreams go in, no dreams go out of the hole in his wrinkled headFormer Lee WarmerWhen I hear him play in his twisted keyThat's the way he calls to meOn a silver tray, I keep the master keyIn every way, he depends on meFormer Lee Warmer, an old smoking jacket - holes in his satin sleevesCandle lit puddles, arthritic fingers, yellow stained ivory keysIn an upstairs room under lock and keyIt's my brother, Former LeeAnd after all these years, I've never heard him speakI wonder what he thinks of meFormer Lee Warmer peeks out the windowWhen he feels really braveFormer Lee Warmer waves at his fatherOut in the family graveHe's flesh and blood to meI love him brotherlyBut, I don't want to be Former Lee4. No Man's LandI got a job in Atlanta in a mall playing SantaNot because of any talent but because I was theonly one the suit would fitEverybody shopping, little sticky kids were hoppingon my lap with their fingers in my beard,I guess they thought that I was really itShe sat down on my lap and said to me"I'm twenty three and I need someoneYou look like someone who could play with meStay with me, all day with me"'Cause I'm in no man's landCan't seem to find a real manYou know I'm lookin' for a steel manShe said I'm in no man's landI'm gonna show you a real good timeI'd gladly pay you double overtimeShe was beggin' to be mine, but my job was on the lineShould I say or should I go? I just didn't know...HmmmmI left fifty kids standin' in line, they were whining, they were cryingand their mothers they were screaming in hysterics and I swearI never heard such profanityI dropped my suit on the floor,they were trying to block the doorThey were calling her a whoreThey were driven to nativital insanityWe drove away in her Mercedes Benz,dirty blond split ends in the breezeShe said "I want to put you under my treeYou're just a little gift from me to me"'Cause I'm in no man's landCan't seem to find a real manYou know I'm lookin' for a steel manShe said I'm in no man's landYou know I'm ready for a real good timeI'd gladly pay you double overtimeShe had money all her lifeShe wasn't lookin' to become my wifeShe said, "I hope you understand,I just want a nightful of man, Sonny"She didn't notice I was thin with a delicate chinNor the softness of my skin, nor the scent of my other personalitiesShe didn't see through my disguise - didn't see it in my eyesShe was in for a surprise when she discovered my emotional pluralityShe said "Come and lay down on the floor with meIt's warmer here by the fire"She didn't know that there was more of meShe'd have to learn to love all four of me'Cause I'm in no man's landI'm lookin' for the real meIf only I could feel meYou know I'm in no man's landSometimes I gotta play meIt's really hard to stay meHey, I'm in no mans landI'm looking for the real meIf only I could feel meYou know I'm in no man's landSometimes I gotta play meIt's really hard to stay meOh, I'm in no man's landI'm looking for the real meIf only I could feel me5. DyslexiaSometimes my world goes upside downSometimes I see things backwardsWhen I go walking in town, can't get back homeSomeimes I see things right to leftAnd I know that's not right at allBut since I bumped into you, I bump into wallsAnd no one knows what's wrong with meThey think that I got dropsieIs dis love?Or is dyslexiaDyslexiaDyslexiaI've got these glasses real thick and greenJust like the bottoms of coke bottlesI stumble 'round my house, so strange to meSometimes my world goes upside downSometimes I see things backwardsBut since I bumped into you, I bump into wallsAnd no one knows what's wrong with meThey think that I got dropsieIs dis love?Or is dyslexiaDyslexiaDyslexiaI've got these glasses real thick and greenJust like the bottoms of coke bottlesI stumble 'round my house, so strange to meSometimes my world goes upside downSometimes I see things backwardsBut since I bumped into you, I bump into wallsAnd no one knows what's wrong with meThey think that I got dropsieIs dis love?Or is dyslexiaDyslexiaDyslexia, yeahDyslexiaDyslexia, noDyslexiayeah no yeah no yeah no yeah...6. Scarlet And ShebaScarlet wants to hold me, wearing just a red-veiled hatSheba's in the shadows waiting for her turn at batIn the parlour where the lights are lowA vulture sister act, I watch their showThey're trying to kill me, want to pick my bonesMethodically, eroticallyI just want your body, ShebaI don't want your brainScarlet gets what's left of my remainsI just want your body, ShebaYou lock me up in chainsScarlet, she can referee the gameScarlet likes to scold me, showers me with all her loveSheba's in a bad mood, sharpening her black fur gloveWith blood and honey attitudeThey'll never know my gratitudeI'm crossed with longitude and latitudeUpon my back... with a crackI just want your body, ShebaI don't want your brainScarlet gets what's left of my remainsI just want your body, ShebaYou lock me up in chainsScarlet, she can referee the gameI just want your body, ShebaI don't want your brainScarlet gets what's left of my remainsI just want your body, ShebaYou lock me up in chainsScarlet, she can referee the game7. I Love AmericaI love that mountain with those four big headsI love Velveeta slapped on Wonder BreadI love a commie... if'n he's good and dead, yupI love AmericaI love Old Glory and homemade pieI think them Ruskies should be sterilizedI love my chicken Kentucky Fried...Finger Lickin' Good!Hey there, this is A.B. Cooper fromCooper's Carnival of Clean and Classic CarsIt's our Fourth of July ... sale.Here at Cooper's Carnival of Clean and Classic CarsAt the corner of Collins and CommerceI've got lot full of the finest funny looking cars money can buyAt prices even you can affordSo come on down and say hello to me, and grannyAnd bring the kids to meet my snakeI say, "bye"Granny says, "bye"and the snake says, "sssssssssss"I love General Patton in World War IIMy Pocket Fisherman and my Crazy GlueI love the Beav and Wally too, yeahI love AmericaI love the bomb, hot dogs and mustardI love my girl, but I sure don't trust herI love what the Indians did to CusterI love AmericaHere they come!There they go!I love my jeans and I love my hairI love a real tight skirt and a real nice pairAnd on the fourth of July, I love the rockets' red glareI love AmericaI watch the A-Team every Tuesday nightI graduated, but I ain't to brightI love Detroit 'cause I was born to fightI love AmericaI love the Tigers but I hate the MetsI ride my Hog but I race my VetteI gotta job, but hell I'm still in debtI love AmericaI love my bar and I love my truckI'd do most anything to make a buckI love a waitress who loves to... flirt!They're the best kindI love AmericaTurn me onWell, I gotta go nowI love AmericaBye Bye, I tell you what though, I really do love itYou ain't going to catch me at no mayday rally8. Fresh BloodAll the neighbours never see meBut they wonder why I walk around at nighthe gets hungry - I go huntingIn the moonlit streetsFor somebody that's rightFresh blood, a sanguinary feastIs all he's living forAnd he craves it more and moreShowgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rainIf they walk alone are never seen againIn the paper, seems a floristFound in Lincoln Park, died of some anemiaNo one raped her, poor Doloris,Just detained her and drained her on the spotFresh blood, a sanguinary feastIs all he's living forAnd he craves it more and moreOld men, ladies of the night walking in the rainIf they walk alone are never seen againFresh blood it goes through me, flows through meFresh blood inside of me, cry to meFresh blood it goes through me, flows through meFresh blood inside of me, cry to meNo one calls and no one visitsWe're like a couplet out of Desolation RowWe don't want them to want to know us'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too closeFresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living forand I crave it more and moreBad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rainIf they're out alone, are never seen againFresh blood it goes through me, flows through meFresh blood inside of me, cry to meFresh blood it goes through me, flows through meFresh blood inside of me, cry to meFresh blood it goes through me, flows through meFresh blood inside of me, cry to meFresh blood it goes through me, flows through meFresh blood inside of me, cry to meFresh blood it goes through me, flows through meFresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to meFresh blood it goes through me, flows through meFresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me9. Pass The Gun AroundSonny wakes up in the morning feeling kinda sickNeeds a little Stoli Vadka, needs it really quickSees a little blood run from his eyesFeels a little hotel paralyzedPass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gottaPass the gun aroundAnd throw me in the local river, let me float awayI wake up watching cartoons... the television's onThere's a couple of party balloons and all my money's goneShe was just a reason to unwindAnd actually the last thing I could findWhy don't you, pass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you betterPass the gun aroundAnd dump me in the local river, let me float awayfloat away, ah float awayPass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, why don't youPass the gun aroundThrow me in the local river, let me float awaySonny wakes up in the morning, there's a stranger in his bedSomeone's pounding on the hotel door, he wishes he was deadI've had so many blackout nights beforeI don't think I can take this anymoreWhy don't you, pass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, why don't youPass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, we're gonnaPass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, we're gonnaPass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gottaPass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gottaPass the gun aroundGive everyone a shot... give everyone a shot, you gottaPass the gun aroundDa Da
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