I REMEMBER DIRT

lord bless my soul, when there's no remote control
and the pavement is spreading , out of control
the sidewalks are sprouting, nervous telephone poles
and i remember dirt, and i remember trees

cars strung out like rabbits, as they multiply
faster in red traffic, the future passes by
we're running out of airholes, in that paper plate sky
and i remember dirt, and i remember trees

your mother is a hornpout, and they slowly reeled her in
with tootie on the cell phone, tv drooling down her chin
the lottery never shows us, the billions that don't win
and i remember dirt, and i remember trees

walking to school barefoot, 20 miles in the snow
before they invented the breeze, you did what you were told
you respect your elders, they paved the world for you to go
and i remember dirt, and i remember trees

i've been there i've done that, and i still flossed in between
the world is like a bathtub, with a liquid history
dog paddling away, on the crayola sea
and i remember dirt, and i remember trees

keep on moving westward, but there's no west left to go
tomorrow and the bus left us, a long long time ago
you're only as smart, as the things that you don't know
and i remember dirt, and i remember trees

WHEN YOU GET IN YOUR WAY

they stockmarket's falling, the greyhound is calling
but somehow the sky looks ok,
the curtain is closing, the factory's frozen
the sun it came up anyway.
and it's so hard, when you get in your way.

the wait in line chatter, it don't seem to matter
the buses just go, round and round.
roadmaps on faces, of ambulance chasers
they never lost, what you've found.
and it's so hard, when you get in your way

the houses are grown up, the kids are all sewn up
growing back into the ground.
the railroad is rotten, the empire's forgotten,
to make the stop in this town
and it's so hard, when you get in your way

you feel so empty, that the wind it could take you,
up if it blew the right way.
snowballing rabbits, it's just a habit,
that met you for coffee one day
and it's so hard, when you get in your way

I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT THAN HAPPY

1. i would rather be right than happy
i would rather be me than wrong
i would rather take a severe beating
than admit that i am wrong

and if anything's not important
it's to prove a point for me
i would rather just fight about it
than let it go and be free

2. i would rather be right than happy
i'm holding my point of view
and no matter how bad it hurts me
i will try to prove it to you

if my arguments prove to be faulty
i will never let them go
my brain is bigger than yours is
i'll find a way of letting you know

3. i would rather be right than happy
you can tell me my choices all day
no matter how simple or easy
i will only choose the most difficult way

and if anyone tries to choose for me
i will go the opposite way
you can tell me what's right, but just out of spite
i'll shoot myself in the foot all day

4. i would rather be right than happy
i would rather take me along
i would rather take a severe beating
than admit that i am wrong

so please do not try and cross me
or show me the way to go
i just won't admit, when i'm full of shit
i'm too proud for your help you know

BOREDOM

elmer he got french fried out on fridays
singing to the showers in the hardware store
the silly things you find, when you got too much liesure time
and too much money, and no one listens to you anyway

and i said what's so scary about boredom any way?
what's so scary about boredom anyway?

blue haired old ladies ride the bus for free on fridays
rainbow colored wigs and dried out perms
it's funny how they stare, at punk rock kids who got blue hair
and everybody's wearing, orthopedic shoes

and i said what's so scary about boredom any way?
what's so scary about boredom anyway?

perhaps i'll go to sleep again on friday
or learn a foriegn language in a traffic jam
in cars i pick my nose, just to keep from being alone
i know that you have never done the same

and i said what's so scary about boredom any way?
what's so scary about boredom anyway?

WRITING ON THE WALL

fantastic dollar bill elastic, it's a welfare millionaire
as they starve to death in traffic, hey what's that over there
i have a right to drive a car, i have a right to pick and choose
i have a right to change the channel, when they start the evening news

black baby, crack baby, gang thug terrorize
pagan animal have instincts, to kill you to survive
gang baby, bang baby, hype in over driveby
army forcefeed them democracy, only foriegn enemy dies

you can scrub it, you can clean it, you can paint over it all
is it art, is it graffitti, or the writing on the wall

the rush to injustice, situation is resolved
i did not see the riots, on my way out to the mall
got a title i'm entitled, what i own man i deserve
climb the back of the bootstrap, baby watch that sucker burn

treat the symptom of the system, and the cause remains ignored
eat your tail, build more jails, lock it up and it is cured
solitary rehab, numbered animals in cage
you don't need a mystic to see a tidal wave of rage

you can scrub it, you can clean it, you can paint over it all
is it art, is it graffitti or the writing on the wall

the system sells a story, they make up behind closed doors
the people march like sheeple, and unwittingly conform
in your fear, bash a queer, in the name of snow white christ
look for saftey in the old ways, cirlce the wagons get inside

the tv picks the pace up, cuts the facts in loose and fast
swirling instant gratification, with no attention span
the lesson of the sixties, martin malcom and on down
if you try to speak the truth, baby they will cut you down

you can scrub it, you can clean it, you can paint over it all
is it art, is it graffitti, or just the writing on the wall

ALREADY HOME

let them run from the city
let them run where they may
let them wait at the airport
home for the, holidays

i got no destination, got nowhere to go
i ain't going nowhere, cause man i'm already home

i got no phone calls to answer
got no one to meet
i don't look outside myself
to find the answers i need

you can say what you want to, but i'm never alone
where ever i'm at, i'm already home

someday you'll do what you want to
someday you'll speak your mind
you'll take mommy and daddy
and leave them, far behind.

but you be careful about someday, man that shit never comes
i ain't going nowhere, cause man i'm already home

i'll stay put in the city
i'll stay right where i am
you know where you can find me
being all the way that i am

don't need no destination, don't need nowhere to go
where ever i'm at, i'm already home
i ain't going nowhere, cause man i'm already home

LIFE'S LIKE A RAILWAY STATION

well it's a beautiful morning to wake up inside a railway station again
god sure blessed america boy, and on that you can depend
but i just lost my job, and i can't even buy a friend

back on the pavement and i'm , i'm heading up those subway stairs
my clothes were dirty you know, i was drawing some glares
went down to church but they charged, 50 bucks to say a prayer

life's like a railway station, and the train is always on the way
tomorrow will be perfect but it's, just a day away
always on the way, but just a day away

there's a million pushers they're selling, a million different kinds of dope
there's vendors in the vatican smiling, they're selling pope soap on a rope
there's wheelchairs in the whitehouse, and they're looking through their rose colored, telescopes

they're building buildings towers, they're babbling up into the sky
politicians are smiling but there's, more to the mouth than meets the eye
they're bored to tears but they don't stop and ask themselves why

life's like a railway station, we're watching the trains as they fly
standing on the platform and we're, we're watching ourselves go by
we wonder why, life's passing us by

so i'll pick up my bag and i will, head for that railroad again
don't know what i'm running from, but i been doing it since i don't know when
try to fit in the real world but i, just can't make myself pretend

life's like a railway station, we're running down a one way track
we miss the moment cause we're, we're always looking back
but you can never go back, life's a one way track
life's a one way track........

RESENTMENT

there's nothing like a good resentment
come on we're marching off to war
always fighting with a vengence
can't remember just what for

there's nothing like a good resentment
anger seething deep within
every day's another scorecard
for her and them and her and him

girls on the island of resentment
all have the seven deadly implants
they're a bunch of slutty bitches
doing all the things you can't

there's nothing like, a good resentment

and on the good ship of resentment
all the men are millionaires
they're all cheating on their taxes
and doing things that you don't dare

there's nothing like a good resentment
hey i' m burning up inside
grudges covering my fear
blinded by my sense of pride

my best friend doesn't get resentment
and i resent that don't you know
she says that i can do it too
i just have to let it go

there's nothing like, a good resentment

i've got to let go of resentment
there's gotta be a better way
cause i simply can't afford it
no one really wins it any way



HOLLYWOOD HILLS

there's something in the air, that don't feel quite right
like a bad hairpiece, under real bright light
the glitter, and the paint, and the rosin glue
the papers and the rapers and the tv crews

the csars and the cars, and the latex nose
the bars and the vipers and the ro-day-yo's
everyone keeps coming back, again and again
like a cucumber sandwhich that repeats to no end

well, there's one thing for certain, in them hollywood hills
if the smog doesn't get you, then the silicone will

got a mind like a humming bird, dartin in a funk
like being at the dance, when the drummer's drunk
wish i could sit here and meditate like a rock
like a cross between a buddha, and a cement block

run the spinning wheel, into a rut
everyone's a hamster, when the sun comes up
bumper to bumper, and you're marching in line
shackles on your tailpipe, rolaids on your mind

well, there's one thing for certain, in them hollywood hills
if the smog doesn't get you, then the silicone will

madder than a bladder, about to burst
climbing up the standings, going from last to worst
the baby carriage passing, like a runaway train
got credit cards going, for your jugular vein

faster than the herpes, greedy hurricane
the earth is just a marble, going down, god's drain
you know i've been running, as fast as i can
but you never stay ahead, of the garbage man

well, there's one thing for certain, in them hollywood hills
if the smog doesn't get you, then the silicone will

RELATIVES

my aunt bev, she smokes and listens to the po lice scanner
twenty four hours a day
she brought it wherever she goed, and she taught me about squelch control
and she had a nervous twitch up in her eye

my cousin jackie had a shotgun wedding
to the man who ran the roller coaster ride
but after the baby came, no one ever mentioned his name
and she had her fifteenth birthday all alone

and the scary thing is, about my relatives,
yes the scary thing is, about my relatives ,
is that some of them know, they found out
where i live

my uncle herbie drove a semi trailer
he drank schlitz beer every single day
he was a legend at bumper pool, and he was really good with tools,
the kind or guy who could take anything apart and put it back together without extra pieces left over

my aunt judy was an insomniac
and she kept a kosher home
when she bought paper plates on sale, she counted every one to make sure they were all there
and she was one of the only people i ever knew, who didn't have a drinking problem...

and the scary thing is, about my relatives,
yes the scary thing is, about my relatives ,
is that some of them know, they found out
where i live

my grandpa turned 87 recently
he is on his sixth or seventh wife
well the first five up and died
and i never seen him cry
and he had a belt buckle as big as a serving tray

the only time i see my relatives, these days
is at a funeral when somebody dies
it's always open casket, you just gotta suck it up and walk on past it
and afterwards at the vfw hall everyone always whispers how good the body looked

and the scary thing is, about my relatives,
yes the scary thing is, about my relatives ,
is that some of them know, they found out
where i live

EMOTIONAL PAIN

I'm hitting my head
on the rack overhead
That's used to store
emotional baggage

The pain makes me move,
the pain makes me change
It's not that bad after all,
smells like luggage

It's my old friend,
He's here again,
My old friend pain.

Out on the beach,
the sand in my diaper
Starting to chafe
rubs me awake

Makes me take the diaper off,
cleans me up with a shower
Head back to the beach,
now where's that diaper

It's my old friend,
He's here again,
My old friend pain

You've heard no pain, no gain,
well it's not quite that way
When I only learn, when I get burned
And it's not so bad

The shit is starting to fly
I try to watch it go by
I try to learn, but it would be better
If it was you that was burning

It's my old friend,
He's here again,
My old friend pain

PANGS

1.flesh blanket ego safety, jesus bingo
rolling over neighbors like a new mowed lawn
breastfood, testtube, tear gas town
to hold onto the second one, you got put the first one down
cut off the head whack
two or three new ones grow back
i got pangs baby

2.formal, normal, soulless shoes
astroturf hairpiece, empty through and through
braindead, retread, chainlink cage
ferriswheel freedom, turn the page
buried in a thunderbird,
fireproofed and life insured
i got pangs baby

3.hyper diaper dictator in a ostrich peel suit
alligator wallpaper, you can see right through
ostrich in the sandbox, high chair king
icicle recycle, people, places, things
steamrollin the joneses
keep n up with the loanses
i got pangs baby

4.chewing pursuing, swallow it all whole
confession, indegestion, down it go
neuralgia, nostalgia, warm and fuzzy inside,
regret it on credit, swallowing your pride
stimulated gold plated
way over rated
i got pangs baby

5.ice cream, wetdream, selfesteem stew
cigarette, paycheck, BMW
deadline, headline, magazine queen
shameless, famous, stretch your fifteen
it's no crime,
to take one day at a time
i got pangs baby

HORSE/SMELLS

chinups on your coffee cup
pushups on the seat
don't you know an empty puppy
will lick everything

everybody smells
but some people they stink
you can lead a horse to water,
but you cannot make him think

the mountain's always moving
the waves don't know the tide
no one knows the difference
but you on the inside

everybody smells
but some people they stink
you can lead a horse to water,
but you cannot make him think

forcing a square peg
in a hole in the ozone layer
umbrellas, headaches
swallowing yr prayers

everybody smells
but some people they stink
you can lead a horse to water,
but you cannot make him think

it was the hardest thing
that i've never done
to let go of my scorecard
and let myself have fun

everybody smells
but some people they stink
you can lead a horse to water,
but you cannot make him think

no more competition
learning how to walk
the ocean swallows the mountain
every time i talk

everybody smells
but some people they stink
you can lead a horse to water,
but you cannot make him think

eat when you are hungry
sleep when you are tired
try and keep it simple
doing one thing at a time

everybody smells
but some people they stink
you can lead a horse to water,
but you cannot make him think

I COULD BE A MORON

i saw you in the grocery store
you were whiter than you used to be
i was buying freeze dried playdough
and my shopping cart, had one, bum, wheel

i hadn't seen you since high school
when i was a little skinny guy
when i ran cross country
and you , gave the blowjob, to the foot, ball team

that was 20 years ago
that was many socks ago
everyone traded hairspray
perhaps i'll let it go someday, then again, maybe not

you could buy and sell me now
but i don't need a hair transplant
and i don't need new furniture
and i don't need new snow tires, for the wash , ing machine

perhaps i am an eggshell
perhaps i am a canopener
perhaps i'm out of luck here
and i'm running, on the fumes, of the bad, old days

and i could be a moron
i could be a moron
yes i could be a moron
and you, probably, wouldn't, even notice

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