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Clock

Odelay import

Corvette Bummer

Loser

Crystal Clear (beer)

Stereopathetic Soulmanure

Cut 1/2 Blues

Stereopathetic Soulmanure

Cyanide Breath Mint

One Foot In The grave

Clock

has it come and gone? is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?

is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank?

is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires?

is it sped up, spun around, brown and yellow in the fires?

what is this town? they said I got no place to be

the money meter's taking everything I see

is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice?

is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice?

is it normal, born-again? let the vultures drink and drown

is it's force from weathers, birds of feathers never found?

what is this town? they said I got no place to be

the money meter's taking everything I see

has it come and gone? is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?

what is this town? they said I got no place to be

the money need is taking everything I see

Corvette Bummer

all my days I had moldy bread,

robot brains and the flyin airplanes,

hollowed out and filled with dust,

rockin like a hurricane, under the rug,

bored to the core, on a sunken boat,

a worn out candle and a plastic coat,

a ziploc bag, a pelican bone,

a perfect shape, a cardboard reject

overfed, electric comatose,

riding in the air, invisible socks

a broken blanket, flamin sawdust

wakin up in the shadow of a piece of dirt,

gonna fly like a dog,

gonna leap right out the wall,

gonna walk around this town with a can of whiskey

gonna run like a bird,

gonna roll out in the dirt,

gonna run around this town with a phone machine

yellow cat layin flat on the road,

moldy flesh shootin out the ground,

tinfoil witch burnin under the bridge,

flap your wings and leap out the window,

put a glass eye in the eyes of god,

nuke the kiss,

Polaroid cupcake,

take it to the limit, new wave biscuit,

camouflage gimmick, whip out like never before

gonna jump like a flag,

gonna burn like a pig,

gonna flap around, and pass out on the kitchen floor,

gonna crawl like a rock,

gonna dance like a worm,

gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks.

Fly like a squirrel,

swim like a chicken,

gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon,

gonna melt like a weasel,

gonna fry like a kid,

gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard and some mayonnaise, and a mermaid, and some macaroni,

bricks, and some telephone wires, and phone machines, and a fax machine, and a...(laughing)

Crystal Clear (beer)

plastic donut, can of spam

there's no kindness in this land

but you better not let my good girl catch you here

she's getting all juiced up on a bottle of plain glass beer

coffee clothing pasted on

clean my gravestone when i'm gone

and you better not let my good girl catch you here

she's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear

hitch my horse up to the town

got my toenails painted brown

and you better not let my good girl catch you here

she'll cut you down and put the blame on me

just a muscle in a bag

throw my baby don't let her sag

but you better not let my good girl catch you here

she's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer

Cut 1/2 Blues

I thought I heard a chainsaw

rather late last night

I woke this mornin' and I knew I was right

I got the cut-in-half blues

well the last thing I saw was the big long saw

I got the cut-in-half blues

I knew we were in trouble

I knew she lost her head

when she started bringin' all those power tools to bed

I got the cut-in-half blues

well the last thing I saw was the big long saw

I got the cut-in-half blues

(little beck skat riff)

I'm layin' in my grave

all I do is grunt

cause the undertaker got all mixed up

and put my ass in the front

I got the cut-in-half blues

well the last thing I saw was the big long saw

I got the cut-in-half blues (achoo!)

Cyanide Breathmint

Definitely this is the wrong place to be

There's blood on the futon

There's a kid drinking fire

Going down to the sea

They got people to meet

Shaking hands with themselves

Looking out for themselves

When they ask you for credit

Give them a branch

When they want you to get it

Chew on the grass

I know I know 'cause they told me to tell you

There's nothing to sell you

In the afternoon

Riding the scapegoat

Burning equipment

Decomposing

Cool off your jets

Take off your sweats

I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife

When they want you to cry

Leap into the sky

When they suck your mind

Like a pigeon you'll fly

I know I know

It's the positive people

Running from their time

Looking for some feeling