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.
Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull over nineteen hundred pounds. He's born in Galry, Oklahoma and he's the baddest sonsabitch around if a Burma bull ever were a super star then Bodacious just might be. He's a cream colored, beefy brawn, full-fledged, four footed bovine celebrity.
Who's gonna ride Bodacious? Who's gonna tame him down? Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground. Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside. Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride.
Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman at the start of his buckin' spree and Tuff became one of the few to make the whistle bkac in Nineteen Ninety Three.
Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals in Nineteen Ninety Five. Bodacious had got a little older and wiser Tuff barely came out alive.
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LeLonde Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich And I started to chew Pretty soon Ler's yellin Fish on. Fish on
I was just a little pup And it was derby day Was dad and me and Darrell Out in San Pablo bay Taco flavored Doritos And my orange life vest Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon On twenty-pound test Now he fought that fish for an hour And a half Darrell'd say Jump ya sons a bitch! And he grabbed for the gaff When we got him in the boat He measured six feet long I was so danged impressed I had To write a song called Fish on
T'was a bright and sunny day It was me and Todd Huth Fishin' shark Stingray Out of Bohuas Lagoon Well hey, hey, hey I'll be screwed, Blued and tatooed Looks like I got me one of them fish on Fish on.
To the carpenter and the dainty bride The grass appears greener on the other side So let's clarify before we unite That the grass in never greener on the other side
To the carpenter said the dainty bride I pledge to you my love tonight But I will not hesitate to euthanize If the grass becomes greener on the other side
Said the carpenter to the dainty bride I would never do a thing to jeopardize This union I consider prize Grass never will be greener on the other side
To the preacher man said the dainty wife He thought the grass was greener on the other side So I buried in his belly my butcher knife And ended these years of wretched strife
Said the preacher man to the guilty wife Though the law may give you twenty years to life Pray forgiveness in the Father's eyes And the grass just may be greener on the other side
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun I'm Rapscallion
When I was young and shiny boy, I tried to dig my way to China I met the Rapscallion, En route from South Carolina Then he told me: <i>[4x]</i> "I don't like, I don't like you"
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I'm Rapscallion
He said "I'm searching for a colored man" I said "what colors have you seen?" He said "I seen 'em black and brown and red But, but, but the one I seek is green" Then he told me: <i>[4x]</i> "I don't like, I don't like you"
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I'm Rapscallion
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz <i>[7x]</i> I'm Rapscallion
Fellow colleagues,distinguished members of the press,ladies and gentlemen. I would like to take this opportunity to personally and humbly thank each and every one of you for joining us at this particular event. It is my hope that we can utilize this meeting of the minds,to successfully convey the essence of our platform to you,and grand and noble audience.
As I look out among the faces,I reflect. Taking console in the words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt who said, "We have nothing to fear,but fear itself."
Paranoia is a disease unto itself,and may I add,the person standing next to you may not be who they appear to be,so take precautions.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste,this is true. Many a young person has fallen prey to the substances that alter the perspective of any right thinking individual. The problem with the youth today is because of their inexperience with the world. They cannot attempt to grasp the ideals set fourth by myself and those who proceded me. But,has history has shown,they will come around and embrace our philosophies and become model citizens in their own right,God bless this great nation
They found James Ambrose dead in his cell A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to Hell No one knew for sure in Ambrose was his name They called him Yankee Sullivan in early days of fame
He'd known the game of fisticuffs had always treated him right But no one knew the men who came and took his life that night
He'd spent some time in Botany Bay atoning for his sins He fought a bout with Hammer Lane and took a tainted win He was the hero of the Bowery, a prince of lawless times Then was battered by the "Butcherman" in 1849
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of might But no one knew the men who came and took his life one night
He knew the game of fisticuffs
Lilly and McCoy were shy of a hundred and forty pounds In 1842 they went a hundred and eighteen rounds They begged McCoy to cash it in, he said that he would not Got up and fought one more round then died right on the spot
He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of fight But no one knew the game would come and take his life that night
He was a might golden boy, as gold as ever seen But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean
His arms was made of nickel, and his forehead made of wood An affidavit from the principal says, "This boy just ain't no good"
He stood before the union, and he made a solemn oath Uphold the purity of his creed, the others he would toast He worked nights at the liquor mart, and he drank to pad his pay When caught him liftin' 40's, he shot a boy last May
His Momma asked why?
His lawyer in the courtroom, made a noble plea And the judge he gave him eighteen months, but he was out in three When asked if he ever felt remorse while sittin' up in that pen He said "Hell no, ya know a thief's a thief And I'd shoot the that fucker again"
They broke out in laughter again His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in And he stood by and waited to be called
The talk was of times that'd gone by And the quantity and quality of women they lie His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry
As he stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls
He got up and tried it again For lack of persistence is surely a sin As he stood by and waited to be called
He looked to the lightning with glee And admired his vessel for it's symmetry Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelor's degree
As he stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4 With the sharpness of a troubadour I dare you look him in the eye His stench would make a buzzard cry He likes Burt in White Lightning
Camelback Cinema
In the dark she sat and wait For her steady random date Reflecting back to a time When eager boys would stand in line She likes Burt in White Lightning
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4 Lurking in the corridor He came to buy his weekly whore At Camelback Cinema
When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles Smacked my red behind They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito Then marked the date and time
Hats off, to the ones that string the beads together And keep the ducks in line Hats off to all the ones that stood before me And taught a fool to rhyme
At thirteen, I made myself a motion picture Out of lumps of clay At fourteen, I pulled some weeds and bought a four string Taught myself to play At seventeen, I'd get naked with a beauty queen At the Hot Tub Zone At nineteen, she was livin' hard and snortin' drugs That decayed her bones
Hats off to the ones that put it all together And keep their ducks in line Hats off to all the ones that erred before me And taught me how to survive
Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song. Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong. Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak. 'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke.
Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapes shaped to please. And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung just above the knees.
You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.
Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals. Like the tallest hog on Wall street, I'm a wheelin' all the deals.
They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my name in stone. They'll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home.
You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine.
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.
