Amos Moses was a Cajun. And lived by himself in the swamp Hunting alligator for a living. Knock 'em on the head with a stump The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy
Now everybody blamed his old man for raising him mean as a snake When Amos Moses was a boy, his Daddy would use him as alligator bait Tie a rope around his waist, throw him in the swamp Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou
Just about 45 minutes southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses
Now folks in South Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator. He only had to use one hand That's all he got left 'cause the alligator bit him. Ha ha! Left arm gone clean up to the elbow
Just about 45 minutes southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses
Here comes Amos And you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah
Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin So he hid in the swamp, "I'm gonna get you boy." He never did come out again.
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to? Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou (3X)
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark. Too many puppies are trained not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that we may maintain Our oil fields. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies are taught to heal. Too many puppies are trained to kill. On the command of men wearing money belts that buy mistresses Sleek animal pelts. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Skinny was born in a bathtub And he grew so incredibly thin Even the tide from the eyedropper sucked him in Skinny never knew any questions Skinny never looked alike Skinny sold somethin' every single night Skinny sold a soldier to me Skinny sold the wife Skinny sold a suction cup and a knife Skinny found a hello dolly record in the house. Sold it to a truck driver in the night. Too many puppies with guns in their hands. Too many puppies in foreign lands. Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and placed upon the war machine. Too many puppies are just like me. Too many puppies are afraid to see. The visions of the past brought to life again, Too many puppies, too many dead men.
Messenger of Fear in sight Dark deception kills the light
Hybrid children watch the sea Pray for Father, roaming free
fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea great Old One forbidden site He searches Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell
Crawling Chaos, underground cult has summoned, twisted sound
Out from ruins once possessed fallen city, living death
fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea timeless sleep has been upset He awakens Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell Not dead which eternal lie stranger eons Death may die
drain you of your sanity face The Thing That Should Not Be
fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea timeless sleep has been upset He awakens Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell
Tommy The Cat 작곡:B. Mantia,Larry Lalonde,Les Claypool,Primus,The Reddings,Tim Alexander
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... And that was O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended), But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alleyway. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee... Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby?...Say baby
Glad you came, glad you're here. Have some champagne, imported beer. Dig down in your dirt bag and roll us out a spleef. Been erect here now for thirteen days and I came to get relief at Bob's Party Time. Pack my nose with cocaine feed my filthy hole. Bust out the dancin' women I'm prone to lose control. And if by chance I fall down and bust my head on the floor, just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak and point me towards the shore. At Bob's Party Time.
I am the plan, I am the man who tells you what and when you can. I'm the old one that torments you. I am the voice that tells you to:
"Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie. Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die. If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am. I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere. I am your Uncle Sam."
Electric Uncle Sam
You beg me please on bended knees not to sit among these enemies. If you feel like you wanna dance then step aside and take a chance.
"Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie. Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die. If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am. I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere. I am your Uncle Sam."
Electric Uncle Sam
Natural Joe 작곡:B. Mantia,Larry Lalonde,Les Claypool,Tim Alexander
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams Her honey belly pulls the seams Curves are still upon the hinge Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night The sponge is full, well out of sight All around the conversations Icing on the warm flesh cake
Light creeps through her secret tunnels Sucked into the open spaces Burning out in sudden flashes Draining blood from well-fed faces
Desires form in subtle whispers Flex the muscles in denial Up and down its pristine cage So the music, so the trial
Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens Dance in circles, they the blessed Man and wife, undressed by all Their grafted trunks in heat possessed
Even as the soft skins tingle They mingle with the homeless mother Who loves the day but lives another That once was hers
The worried father, long lost lover Brushes ashes with his broom Rehearses jokes to fly and hover Bursting over the bride and groom
And the talk goes on
Memories crash on tireless waves The lifeguards whom the winter saves
Silence falls the guillotine All the doors are shut Nervous hands grip tight the knife In the darkness, till the cake is cut Passed around, in little pieces The body and the flesh The family and the fishing-net And another in the mesh
The body and the flesh
The Antipop 작곡:B. Mantia,Larry Lalonde,Les Claypool,Tim Alexander
Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. Someone reel me in, I'm drifting ever farther from my home.
I remember when I was a baby gazing in amazement at the sky. Sing it twinkle twinkle little baby daddy's gonna learn you to fly...
high...
like a coment through the sky.
Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. I'm drifting with the wind, trying to hold the course that I've been shown.
I remember when I was a baby staring in amazement at the sun. Better shield your eyes now little baby no one ever said you were the one; no one ever said you were the one who can't be blinded by the sun. I think I'm blinded by the sun.
Part II - Sanity is Coming to Town
I like to taunt, I like to tease. I'll bring your psyche to its knees. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town.
Who gives a damn what you say, you're pissing all your dreams away. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town.
Part III - Pressing Onward Towards the Light
Pressing onward through the night. Pressing onward towards the light.
I'm a dog, a dirty flying dog. I drink Campari with marinated wild hog. I've no sense, I like electric fence. I put barbed wire in my pants and do a celtic dance.
But when I can, I'm a giving man. I'll flip you out the fire and back up into the frying pan.
And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown. Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around.
I'm a drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this dirty drowning man.
You're so fine, so bright and shiney fine. And I'm so proud to say that you in fact are a friend of mine. And doubly pleased with crooked wobbly knees. I dive on in and backstroke right across these seas of cheese.
But on the times when I'm not such a giving man. Please flip me out of the fire and backup into the frying pan.
And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown. Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around.
I'm a drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this dirty drowning man.
Military show is Blastin' off to Kosovo. Military show with lightning speed. Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show. How many stabs before we bleed?
Those Pinocchios chattering out in stereo, boy Pinnocchio and his golden deed. Masculinity? Oh, galvanized in the world wide show as we fertilise the seed.
Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down dad I only try to do what's right. Power man, the best friend that you ever had unless of course you choose to fight.
Power mad, driving out of the shadows, he never tires when he plays. Power mad, he's a streak in the night time speculating how he'll take on the world some day.
Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a Broadway show how many stabs before we succeed.
Power mad, I didn't drop my pants down dad, I know my left hand from my right. Power man, the best friend that you ever had unless of course you lose the fight.
