Regular
John
Who are you girl?
Who are you boy?
Bet I know what you’re up to
Can I come along
Your home number’s on the wall
I just had to call, had to
I’m not the only one
Who will run with a knife
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Open up your arms
One six two seven eight
Two six three seven eight nine
Where’s your daddy now
I heard he ran away
Who are you girl?
Cause I’m so bored with myself
Anyway
Any time and any place
I’ll just hang around
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Open up your arms
One six two seven eight
Two six three seven eight nine
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Open up your arms
Open up your door
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Avon
I see you go
Through a park in a haze
I don’t listen
For traffic going the same way
A simple system
I string em up
I cut em down
Dare I say
A perfect vision
Some simple ways to let you know
Free range humans all cooped up
Naked clone is playing lame
I string em up
I cut em down
Dare I say
If
Only
If it gets you down well then I’ll take it
If it gets you up well I don’t want it
It let you down so broken hearted
If it gets you down well then I want it
If only we’re nothing at all
So blow our mind and make it lazy
Those long long days with no escaping
I hold the wheel to let it go
Don’t wanna stop, don’t wanna know
If it gets you down, well just don’t blame me
If only we’re nothing at all
Walkin
on the Sidewalks
Got some action on the other side
Loose teeth in my head
New programs are coming in
So rise and take your oath
I wish we could get away
Drink wine and screw
I knew someone else before
Looked alot like you
And they’re gone
I’m gone
In space
I been programed as I said before
Technology
Just rollin, wheezin and breathin
Eyeballs and teeth
Words are weightless here on earth
Because they’re free
You knew someone else before
Looked alot like me
And they’re gone
I’m gone
In space
You
Would Know
Me just happy robot
Live on hill of beans
You and I cut from same cloth
Rippin at the seams
Cut, snip, cut
Don’t forget to remember
The devil’s got pills in his eyes
Look, laugh, but don’t touch
Cut you down to size
Cut, up, cut (shut up)
Cut, up, cut
You would know
My girl’s all out of focus
It ain’t no big surprise
Daddy got his gun loaded
Got crosshairs in his eyes
Shut up, oh
Shut up, oh
You would know
How
to Handle a Rope
Too late to think or filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow
Maybe you’re in a blanket haze of ephedrine
I’m wonderin where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong the rope
You got it all right
You got a feeling
I’d rather open up my wrist
Let it go
You got it all right
You got a feeling
Cause devils and ropes
Around your neck
Cursing them all
And you can’t hear it
Can’t hear it
Ain’t got a mind to deal with anymore
Sabatuer, infiltrator, and maybe more
If you’re not blind and deaf
How can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong the rope
And I got it all right
I got a feeling
You’d rather open up your wrist
Let it go
I got it all right, yeah
I got a feeling
Cause devils and ropes
Around my neck can’t even know
Cause they can’t hear it
Mexicola
Setting sun deals hands of gold
There’s velvet eyes in Mexico
Just a fall away
And all she said was true
Speak in tongues, speak in lies
Drooling livers, born to die
It’s a wonder that those guns
Don’t point at you
Keep sayin, go on
Keep sayin, go on
Keep sayin, you won't live forever
Point and shoot
I know just what you mean
In a world that’s
Full of shit and gasoline, baby
One dog’s dead one’s on the phone
Just leave a lung or leave it alone
It’s that same on song again
I hate it cause it’s true
Keep sayin, go on
Keep sayin, go on
Keep sayin, you won't live forever
Hispanic
Impressions
[Instrumental]
You
Can't Quit Me Baby
It’s a mistake, but who knows
Followed you home
Crawled in your window
This life is a trip
When you’re psycho in love
And I know
Followed your friends
You were not there
Slashed and I cut
I bled in the sink
Heard what you said and
You’re laughing baby
Slashed and I cut
And I do it for you
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
Wherever you are
You’re solid gold
I’ll see you in hell
Give
the Mule What He Wants
The mule want it
The mule want it sunday
He’ll eat it
He’ll eat it one day
How long
Do I wait
Be the mule that you gotta be
Underwater, underwater one day
Gonna sink it
Make em think it’s too late
For your love
For your love
Be the mule that you gotta be
I
Was a Teenage Hand Model
One, two, five, nine
Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations that
I was tryin to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, what’s that like?
One hundred thousand million
But I hear
That’s what you like
So I was thinkin
So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isn’t waiting
It’s just passing me by
I just peak in the window
Lookin inside
The butcher’s got a fork in your face
I’m standing alive
And I was singin
