Two Ton Shoe

it's september
and she's not around.
i'm getting nothing down on paper.



i wait
for telltale signs and whispers.
but the last time that i kissed her
she didn't make a sound.


who counts the clouds in the sky?
who thinks of simple ways to die?
who flies too close to the sun?
only you, 'cause you knew it could be done.


so help me fight myself out of this paper bag.
i know i been left alone
if you don't come pull me through.
i always wish for something i could never have.
i need to get out of here
and fly just like you do.


i'll start it simple -
a paragraph.
just a few thoughts on who you once were.
i'll get to work on my own epitaph.
just in case you find me too late for words.


who counts the clouds in the sky . . .

this disease has wracked my body
since the day that we first met.
i reel in delirium.
it's no metaphor for love
when my pillow's soaked with sweat.
i wait for you to come and release me.
take it away.
it's the pain you can't imagine.
**
let me have some of your medicine.
let me have some of that serum
that is coursing through your veins.
let me have some of your medicine.
give me something cool to fight
this fever raging in my brain.
or i will never be the same.
never be the same
------
while i'm incapacitated
you're out there flying high.
immune to all infections.
share some of the antidote
while it's still in supply.
don't keep me hanging too long
for you to come and take it away.
'cause this patient's wearing thin.
let me have some of your medicine.
let me have some of that serum
that is coursing through your veins.
let me have some of your medicine.
give me something cool to fight
this fr medicine.
let me have some of that serum
that is coursing through your veins.
let me have some of your medicine.
give me something cool to fight
this fever raging in my brain.
or i will never be the same.
**guitar solo**
---wild johnny
let me have some of your medicine . . .

Keep the nighlite on
because my parents are gone
I think gonna cry
because I don't know why
I make alot of noise
when I play with my toys
I better try to settle down
That's what they always telling me
Something about this child
is coming undone
I bounce off the walls
And then I sit in the halls
It's looking pretty bleak Let's go
and play some hide and seek
Look's like we got a kid
who's a step behind

Gonna miss that kid yeah yeah
Gonna miss that kid
You are gonna miss that child
Gonna miss that kid
another friend is gone
Gonna miss that kid
I talk kind of fast
I swear I didn't mean it realy
I'll try not to do it I promise
I better go to my room
before they lower the boom
I hear the sounds of
dreams breaking down
and it's getting late
I hope this nightmare winding up
soon Gonna miss that kid oh
I gonna miss that child
Gonna miss that kid
another friend is gone
Gonna miss that kid yeah

Gonna miss that kid oh
Gonna miss that kid
another child is gone
Gonna miss that kid yes I'm
Gonna miss that kid
I gonna miss that kid
Gonna miss that kid ah yeah
Gonna miss that kid hey yeah
Gonna miss that kid en baby
Gonna miss that kid

never had a doubt
we would find ourselves alone again.
it always smells the same -
sickeningly sweet.
never selling out
even though you always told me to.
i'm stuck -
sippin' down and slippin' away.


sippin' down and slippin' away.
sippin' down and slippin' away.


if i had a clue
maybe i would tell you everything.
i always played the fool.
so don't believe my lies.
yes, i've had a few.
seems to me that maybe so have you.
we're stuck -
sippin' down and slippin' away.


sippin' down and slippin' away . . .

Don`t play that music
It reminds me of better days.
Before our love
Started to fade away.

I always wanted
To give you everything you need.
But it was never enough
To make you feel like I loved you. (like our love was real)

Get another man
To let you down.

You've got your roses.
And you've got your diamond rings.
But it's clear to me you're not satisfied
With anything.

So you'll find another interest.
He'll be cool like I used to be
And you'll cut him to size then apologize.
He'll be a fool, he'll be a fool like me.

Get another man??

You had a way of making me smile
With your words, your touch, and your style.
I can't believe it's come down to this
I'm going to miss you

So why don't you??

i feel like i don't know what's changed
all the feelings that are on my mind.
i feel like i don't know anymore
what's yours and what is mine.
i feel like i don't know where to go,
what to do or what i should say.
it's lookin' like i can't make it
so i'm gonna find me another way.


i'm looking for a lowdown, come around,
steppin' out of this dog pound.
i need to slow down, listen to the sound
of the outbound, goin' round and round.
i'm at the lowdown, come around.
am i losin' what i just found, out of bounds?
i'm at the touchdown, turnaround.
with my feet in the air and my ear to the ground.


i feel like i don't have what it takes
to be a full-fledged contender.
can i get a second chance
or will i be another great pretender?
and you're thinkin' i'm out of control.
and you're thinkin' i'm losin' my soul.
i gotta find another way.
and it's right next door.

must have been a plan
to drag me under.
seems they've pulled this stunt before.
each time i try to leave
this place they slam the door.
talk about a scam.
they promised heaven.
said i'd see my better days.
they call me an angel then they
damn me with faint praise.


so where is my valhalla?
and who's in charge here anyway?
they're out of my favorite flavor again.
so soon i'll pack my head and swing out west.


how can i
trust anybody
after what they've put me through?
looking for sympathy's like hammering a screw.
what about the urn
to hold my ashes?
isn't there some place i'd be at peace?
never believe it 'cause there's always something
up their sleeves.


so where is my valhalla . . .


yes it was a plan.
and now i'm under.
and they're dancing in the dirt.
look's like i'll never get my precious piece,
my just dessert.

It starts with a twitch and
works its way up to a smile
as the woman from the
magazine introduces you.

There's a long line of fools
just waiting to be told what to do
as the man of the cloth is
zipping up his fly.

The Reverend comes forth
and he takes your hand
and he blesses you
and you notice he
wears a rolex made of gold.

It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska

Backed into the corner,
suffocating in the scent
you swore you're never
wind up here again.
Your eyes are upon her,
as she's handing you
the telephone,
and you tell the wife
"I'll be working late tonight."
Lights go down.

As your eyes roll back
you think to yourself that

It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side of my smile

It starts with a twitch that you
can't quite work into a smile
As the woman from the
magazine can't recall your name.

The reverend's out cold
and the fools have
started throwing things
then the lights come up and you realize
it's people like these
that make me think that

It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's warm in the Hot Springs of Alaska
It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side of my smile

It's cold in the Highlands of Zambia
It's dark at the other side
of my smile Smile -

georgie in the morning
dreams that it's his birthday
gives himself another
gets up and drinks a beer
georgie in the pantry
feeling for his eyeballs
thinks about a shower
and sees these shapes appear
whatcha doin' here
i beg your pardon
whatcha doin'here
please let me through
whatcha doin' here
i beg your pardon
watcha doin' here
what should i do

georgie in the sunshine
brains are frying slowly
always window shopping
never buys a thing
watch another movie
skim another magazine
leering quiet monsters
peering from the cover
maybe it's a phase
it seems more like a lifetime
he needs a moral compass
the boy scouts never gave
georgie's got a few holes
leaking out his wisdom
a dumpy demonstration
across the finish line
whatcha doin' here
i beg your pardon
whatcha doin'here
please let me through
whatcha doin' here
i beg your pardon
watcha doin' here
what should i do
faces all around him
promise him a real life
reaching for his motivation
and the situation
he's tried to leave behind

and georgie sits slone
starts chattin' with his shadow
super hero questionnaires
ain't what they used to be
he leaves no certain trail
he's off to see the wizard
maybe if you're lucky
you'll see him pass your way
whatcha doin'here
i beg your pardon
whatcha doin'here
please let me through
whatcha doin' here
i beg your pardon
watcha doin' here
what should i do

Wish I could believe
that it’s you, you’re the right one.
Something’s up your sleeve
I don’t know and I’m not interested.

You think you’re a saint
you’re a snob and you’re fickle.
Seems to me that you are just a root for a pickle

I feel good and I know
I found another problem.
I tell you I feel good
and you know
I found another problem.
It’s my favorite drag.

I’d be tickled pink
to be the fool who gets taken.
Why put up a stink
when I know you’ll be fakin’ anyway?
I just want a piece of your fruit
‘cause I like it.
Baby take my flesh hold it high and just spike it

I feel good and I know
I found another problem.
I tell you I feel good
and you know
I found another problem.
It’s my favorite drag.

And now it’s dead, and something’s wrong
I can’t put my finger on it.
She’s ok, better than the one before . . .

Isn’t it all right?
Doesn’t it feel all right?
Isn’t it all right?
It’ll be all right.
Wasn’t it there, got your fair share?

Keep the nighlite on
because my parents are gone
I think gonna cry
because I don't know why
I make alot of noise
when I play with my toys
I better try to settle down
That's what they always telling me
Something about this child
is coming undone
I bounce off the walls
And then I sit in the halls
It's looking pretty bleak Let's go
and play some hide and seek
Look's like we got a kid
who's a step behind

Gonna miss that kid yeah yeah
Gonna miss that kid
You are gonna miss that child
Gonna miss that kid
another friend is gone
Gonna miss that kid
I talk kind of fast
I swear I didn't mean it realy
I'll try not to do it I promise
I better go to my room
before they lower the boom
I hear the sounds of
dreams breaking down
and it's getting late
I hope this nightmare winding up
soon Gonna miss that kid oh
I gonna miss that child
Gonna miss that kid
another friend is gone
Gonna miss that kid yeah

Gonna miss that kid oh
Gonna miss that kid
another child is gone
Gonna miss that kid yes I'm
Gonna miss that kid
I gonna miss that kid
Gonna miss that kid ah yeah
Gonna miss that kid hey yeah
Gonna miss that kid en baby
Gonna miss that kid

it's september
and she's not around.
i'm getting nothing down on paper.



i wait
for telltale signs and whispers.
but the last time that i kissed her
she didn't make a sound.


who counts the clouds in the sky?
who thinks of simple ways to die?
who flies too close to the sun?
only you, 'cause you knew it could be done.


so help me fight myself out of this paper bag.
i know i been left alone
if you don't come pull me through.
i always wish for something i could never have.
i need to get out of here
and fly just like you do.


i'll start it simple -
a paragraph.
just a few thoughts on who you once were.
i'll get to work on my own epitaph.
just in case you find me too late for words.


who counts the clouds in the sky . . .

this disease has wracked my body
since the day that we first met.
i reel in delirium.
it's no metaphor for love
when my pillow's soaked with sweat.
i wait for you to come and release me.
take it away.
it's the pain you can't imagine.
**
let me have some of your medicine.
let me have some of that serum
that is coursing through your veins.
let me have some of your medicine.
give me something cool to fight
this fever raging in my brain.
or i will never be the same.
never be the same
------
while i'm incapacitated
you're out there flying high.
immune to all infections.
share some of the antidote
while it's still in supply.
don't keep me hanging too long
for you to come and take it away.
'cause this patient's wearing thin.
let me have some of your medicine.
let me have some of that serum
that is coursing through your veins.
let me have some of your medicine.
give me something cool to fight
this fr medicine.
let me have some of that serum
that is coursing through your veins.
let me have some of your medicine.
give me something cool to fight
this fever raging in my brain.
or i will never be the same.
**guitar solo**
---wild johnny
let me have some of your medicine . . .

The tenth time the telephone has rung
And it’s the same place
The call is coming from
And I think I might just pull the plug

Cause I got no time
I got no money
And I know they know
So whats so funny

Why can’t we all let a little bit go
Take a little more time
Try and understand

Tough times and moneys runnin’ tight
You only want to do what you think is right
But they got you by the short hairs on this one

And you got no time
And you got no money
And you know they know
And they think that’s funny
Whats that you say?
You’ll take less pay
That’s the way they like it baby