| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 5:25 | 
|
|||
|
sugar daddy take me away
from this bad bad place I'm sick and tired of trying and I wanna fly away I guess we got our wires crossed he's thinking driftwood I think twigs nothing nothing's gonna save us now and I wanna fly away |
||||||
| 2. |
| 5:15 |
|
|||
|
oh the moon is giving sunshine
sky's full of wine big ol' bear prickly pear I wanna live in your fuzzy bits an' kissin' lips curly hair and squeezy hips places where I just fit in you never had the luck to see god's hands not even his fingernails but if he has a voice it's just like yours butter and honey and milk and water milk and water milk and water moon is giving sunshine sky's full of wine clouds are pouring red stars are pouring white so much raining down on me I just lose my... moon is giving sunshine sky's full of wine big ol' bear prickly pear I wanna live in your... night and day day and night night and day day and night moon is giving sunshine sky's full of wine big ol' bear prickly pear I wanna live in your flutter-bys and butterflies that frame your big round eyes an' make lightning strike twice inside make lightning strike twice inside so much light sky's so bright so much light sky's so bright clouds are pouring red an' the stars are pouring white clouds are pouring red an' the stars are pouring white lightning strike twice inside night and day day and night lightning strike twice inside moon is giving sunshine sky's full of wine clouds are pouring red stars are pouring white |
||||||
| 3. |
| 4:23 |
|
|||
|
let me sleep I'm through now
I'll just close my eyes I know I didn't do it it's too late to explain I'm tired - he's screaming he knows where I've been I was gonna say something maybe he says I taste like rubber I can't change his mind he thinks he's right he thinks I'm lying I've heard stories like this but not about me I'm tired - he's screaming he knows where I've been |
||||||
| 4. |
| 0:58 | 
|
|||
| 5. |
| 4:57 |
|
|||
|
them trashy types just outta milk teeth
keep bluffin' me with their big girly eyes them trashy types them college girls don't know squat 'bout guys like me she don't do nothin' but flirt an' lie she don't do nothin' but wink an' smile too tight in the crotch too proud for daddy's little girl too good for who's that knocking who who's that knocking he's coming down glass he's coming down glass who's that knocking who who's that knocking he's coming down glass he's coming down glass play with a puppy an' he'll lick your mouth mockingbirds makin' light of me those pussywillows just break my heart sweeter than syrup in pinching high heels who's that knocking who who's that knocking he's coming down glass he's coming down glass who's that knocking who who's that knocking he's coming down glass he's coming down glass them trashy types just outta milk teeth keep bluffin' me with their big girly eyes them trashy types them college girls don't know squat 'bout guys like me who's that knocking who who's that knocking he's coming down glass he's coming down glass who's that knocking who who's that knocking he's coming down glass he's coming down glass I'm going down that long lonesome road I'm going where cold winds blow I'm going where I've got no name I'm going down and have no shame I'm going down and have no shame I'm going down and have no shame I'm going down and have no |
||||||
| 6. |
| 5:20 |
|
|||
|
Jump at the sun
And if you miss You can't help but grab some stars [repeated] Don't give me an answer I'll wish I never asked [repeated] |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:16 |
|
|||
| 8. |
| 3:57 |
|
|||
|
tell me where the blood red river runs
from my back door to the rising sun on again away till dawn never straight and way too long I weighed the trees and hills on scales the zig-zag lightning and killer whales silver clouds reflected in deep I don't measure up I don't measure up red water's boiling the wind will blow it halfway 'cross the ocean the wind will blow it red water's boiling the wind will blow it halfway 'cross the ocean the wind will blow it I am a liar I rage on paper a piece of string could only do better been talking for years it's hard to remember a piece of string could only do better tell me where the blood red river runs from my back door to the rising sun on again away till dawn never straight and way too long way too long way too long way too long red water's boiling the wind will blow it red water's boiling the wind will blow it red water's boiling the wind will blow it red water's boiling the wind will blow |
||||||
| 9. |
| 4:24 |
|
|||
|
menfolks just don't understand
sympathy for a wretch like me I'm a handle to wind the tongue just a bitch in heat menfolks just can't even see my fifty puppies and tits to my knees stretch marks - hair like grease just a bitch in heat yeah I want it bad so bad I'm howlin' and all you dogs sniffin' butts outside don't need it half as much as me... dachshunds and st. bernards going mad in my front yard big and small - I'll have 'em all just a bitch in heat menfolks just can't conceive I'm at the mercy of chemistry every spring you get itchy feet ain't nothin' compared to this heat I'm honey in heat with nothin' to do 'cept wait around for mutts like you I guess I'm just an easy lay until they day they get me... yeah I want it bad so bad I'm howlin' and all you dogs sniffin' butts outside don't need it half as much as need it half as much as yeah I want it bad so bad I'm howlin' and all you dogs swingin' cats outside don't need it half as much as me |
||||||
| 10. |
| 3:26 |
|
|||
|
sittin' in the corner
eye-in' little Jella her head all clink-clank scary box of knick-knacks she's always in a scurry-scurry shakin' with her worry-worry kickin' up a sandstorm runnin' up the slide-down bee buzz buzzing hummin' bird a hummin' heart beatin' clip-clop burstin' like a pea pod sparky little milk pup rippin' up the hearthrug kickin' up a sandstorm runnin' up the slide-down kickin' up a sandstorm runnin' up the slide-down |
||||||
| 11. |
| 1:40 |
|
|||
|
