Here we go.... Here we go.... All I see inside my head is (Gentle silent secret snow) with shifting walls of blinding light, I'll have you know.
No one would believe that she was running away she packed up her belongings and she was gone the very next day
Nikki was in the KKK and Lisa was a Nazi too they both had half a brain so together they were sane and looked about as smart as their shoes
Now Nikki got word through the underground that Mona was Lisa's real name She bled on his jacket when he shot her in the neck That's about all she could (gain)
I'm still sleepin' in The graveyard is weepin' They're catching angels as they fall I know you don't believe it but she really should believe it She fell in love with Lauren Bacall (I don't believe it. Somewhere, maybe out in East L.A.)
No one would believe that she was running away she packed up her belongings and she was gone the very next day
Nikki never wanted any children at all and Terry was Courtney's little girl she turned tricks in a white trash mall and shot dope with Cecil at home she wanted to have fun with her daddy's shotgun she held it right up to his head his glasses fell at first but they were followed by a burst of fiery hot balls of lead
Time's still sleepin' in The graveyard is weepin' they're catching angels as they fall I know you don't believe it but I really should be leaving she fell in love with Lauren Bacall (Maybe out (in Pleasant Grove))
No one would believe that she was running away she packed up her belongings and she was gone the very next day
Something she said to me last night Something she said to me I saw the sun rising up over my daddy's grave And I ate some cheese and rice today
Something she said to me last night Something she said to me She been talking, talking behind my back This time she's gonna bleed
You talking to me? x7
Something she said to me last night Something she said to me I saw the sun rising up over my daddy's grave And I ate some cheese and rice today
Something she said to me last night Something she said to me She been talking behind my back again This time she's going to bleed
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Something she said to me last night Something she said to me last night Cuz when I kicked her in the teeth she was out the door I just know she'll be back for more
Get along lonesome bulldog it's turning to spring Get along lonesome bulldog it's that time again Though it's raining, stop complaining There's a long road to bear Get along lonesome bulldog Get along over there Get along lonesome bulldog in spring (spoken)Well, Mohatma Ghandi was a little spindly-bottomed raggedy-headed boy that grew up In a Western-Kentucky village called Johnstonville, in Harrison county, and there he grew up. His mother was a white woman; His father was a rastafarian who refused to buy the family Seafood on their outings. And there he developed a taste for convertables, blonde-headed women, And he had a big old long Indian dick...So get along little Mohatma Ghandi, get along in the Spring. Well, pretty soon little Mohatma Ghandi was going three hundred miles an hour, and I'll Tell you what. He was going three hundred miles an hour because his strangely turbocharged Penis-head was making him do it that way. Just kidding. Mohatma Ghandi had a tremendous Career in high school, in college, and in law school, and in the House of Representatives.There he Found himself as a presidential candidate. He met up with Mary-Jo Kopechne and across the Chappaquadick bridge they did ride. So get along little Mohatma Ghandi, get along in the Spring.
Come on everybody now you got to understand, In these times of revolution now you gotta be a revolutionary man, Wait a second, people, now, you got to get a plan, We're gonna have a revolution and we don't even need to know why, Brothers (brothers), Sisters too (sisters too), Revolution...don't know what to do, yeah!
Come on everybody now, you got to get a life, ya, In these times of revolution, and you must be prepared to die, But wait a second people, don't you think its got a little out of hand, In these times of counter-revolution you're gonna encounter a counter-revolutionary man, oh
Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Shandling, Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary Gary ( etc... )
Ahhhh... The Lord is a monkey Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass Outside of Phoenix she was kinda broke down Burned a cracker-boy rig and she was out of that town. Ha Ha Ha!
Ahhhhh... Well she was a Hare Krishna in the Ashram Bed She was sellin' 'get sky' and had funky-ass hair She pooed in my mouth and she threw me on the bed Where she cut off my balls and she sewed them to my head Well she's heading back East in a 67 Caddy Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy
Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school Well I real did good but it's kickin' my ass I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass Well she's looking pretty good first week in July She's got her dope up her ass and a needle in her eye
Ahhhhh... Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye Well she come from out west on a nickel worth of gas Got her mind on her money and her dope up her ass
Hello Monday seems like Friday Happened just the other day Tuesday came for Friday morning Then it started up again What would I do Monday's through Nothing seems to change I guess I'll have for wait for Friday Turn into another day Turn into another day Turn into another day now (I'm not tired but I got it ready da da dao Get it out that little client da da dao) Hello no one how will I be Doing nothing till tomorrow Somethin' told me no one called to tell me Nothin' will be home Some how couldn't I find the words Can be used to tell my story Guess you'll have to take the risk Because it might be rather boring Yeah it might be rather boring Might be rather boring to you Could it be an atrophy Of memories or loss of vision Maybe it's I can't recall situations or the places Perhaps I should be happy with Many things I can't remember Battle through the solitude Get another lonely winter Get another lonely winter Get another lonely winter Half of time I got it right da da dao Get around without little Bryan da da dao Hold me stealin' liver garden da da dao Is it slippin' or am I dyin' ya da da
(Spoken) On behalf of Dr. Timothy Leary; in association with the legions of illuminated social rejects; and as an influential administrator and creator of musical chaos in these so called "United States" I stand as a messenger of strangeness this evening in order to impress upon or at least to instruct the honorable musicians as to the methods and motives of the truly bizarre reality - The Weird Revolution. Thomas Jefferson, cofounder and president of this normally corrupt nation said "If God is truly just I tremble for the fate of my country". Secondly, there are some dynamics at play which I must familiarize you with. The so-called weirdos in this country stand as completely freaked out by the normal man as the normal man is completely freaked out by the weird masses reaction to him. Which came first - you may ask - chicken or egg; you may ask. Well, the chicken of course; and it's time to break this weird-ass chain. The weird masses don't want to be normalized. Weirdos want to be abnormal. The freaks can't be formally normalized nor can we normally formalized. What we want is complete weirdification. Basically, we don't want weirdness from the normal man. We don't want to be freaked out by the normal man. We want to outfreak the normal man. The normal man entices and prostitutes and performs surgery on our weird women. Yes, even your brother could be a victim of his plastic fantasies. And if you weird out his daughter he'll plast your ass. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Are you freaking with me? What is good for the goose is good for the gander. So you can pluck out his feathers and smile because you are defending our weird women from the freaky-ass thoughts of the bug-eyed, bow-legged normal man.
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life There were girls in the front There were girls in the back And there were girls pettin' squirrels And there were squirrels smokin' crack With an old Navy Seal and the DEA And a loaded automatic just to blow me all away With a dog drinkin' liquor from a hole in the sky And a picture of a pitcher throwin' pitches at a guy He had a problem with his sister and her 3D cups And a brother with a shovel just to shake it all up
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life Hop down they're the people on the street Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life Get found at the level of the rest Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
Locomotive individual and a knuckle in a fight And I was hidin' in the bushes but I couldn't stand the light And he was highly indisputable the leader of the gang Like a bullet in the freezer - Bang Bang
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life Hop down they're the people on the street Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life Get found at the level of the rest Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
Get down - get down get get dow dow dow down Invisibility is a relative thing hah hah hah ha ha ha ha ha
I was all shaken up after I got shaken down I was shakin' in the air And I was shakin' on the ground I was taken by the shaker who was preachin' to the crew He was shakin' lots of bacon cookin' egg in his shoe And awaken all the stereos began to sing a tune Told us we were just a vision in a dream about a shoe That was walkin' through a store To find a needle for a soul That had lost a little reason Through a little tiny hole
I love the girls and the money and the shame of life Hop down they're the people on the street Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life Get found at the level of the rest Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test I love the girls and the money and the shame of life Hop down they're the people on the street Where the fuzz in the navel make the people want to eat My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life Get found at the level of the rest Where the people on the street put their mettle to the test
