BIlyrics

I Get Lonesome

One Foot In The Grave

In A Cold Ass Fashion

Jabberjaw comp

It's All Gonna Come To Be

KCRW Radio Session

I've Seen the Land Beyond

One Foot In The Grave

I Get Lonesome

Well there ain't nobody left to impress

And everyone's kissing their own ass

The 666 on the kitchen floor

Ain't no fire in the pan

I get lonesome...

So glad to be a slab

Stiff as a stick on the floor

I get thoughts and dirty socks

Out in the corner

I get lonesome...

Getting fat on your own fear

Bring that beer over here

I stomp on the floor

Just to make a sound

I get lonesome...

In A Cold Ass Fashion

Fly like the eagle

Fly

Squeegee

Ah, you got it

When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave

You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe

You get whiplash under the bridge

Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin

Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me

Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless

Your brother is deader than a phone machine

With a bucket of green piss

And I'm tryin' not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag

So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town

Do me a favor -- don't stick around

'Cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown

Let's be doin' it right

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

And the people don't breathe

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

Steppin' in the beefsteak

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

And the mayonnaise comes

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

Black Twinkie

Gettin' all caught up in a taste test

An' it all basically tastes like crap

I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin

I can pick my own nose and put it back in

I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice

Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ

I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous

And the sweat is Day-Glo

Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin

Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom

Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain

Gettin' savvy in the back of a train

Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' space

Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of the suitcase

And your mouth, smells like hair gel

I love you but you don't know how to spell

Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes?

And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial

OG -- original glue sniffer

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

And the people don't breathe

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

Aren't you fightin for some bitch(???)

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

Smeared with sauce

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion

Would you believe, but ya man(???)

Uh, wait...

Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]

[The following three lines are spoken at various times over the above:]

Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee

[Backwards:] [???] up your ass

[Backwards:] [???] hot dog

It's like forty pounds of avacado sauce

Smeared across your boss

You know what I'm sayin'?

You donno when it's comin'

You know, it's like forty-five horses

Runnin' through the graveyard

In yellow panties

That is cold

Fashion

It's All Gonna Come To Be (from KCRW)

(This is sort of a...a...I got these chords from Bob Seger...it's kind of a heartland feeling...sort of a proving)

When all is said and done

Wanna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down

And put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags

And take them down

Down to the town

In a Monte Carlo

With stevie Nicks

The interior, white leather

And you're the last thing on my list

But, you're the first thing I'm gonna remember

When I wake up

It's all gonna come to be

The same bad video for 20 years

It's all gonna come to be

Optimistic xerox of yourself

It's easier when you're self-made

You can pack it up and put it on the highway

You can fill up the air with bad breath

'Cause it's already polluted and reconstituted

And filtered back into the system

And packaged up

And the space age is running out of distance

You/It can leap out

And disconnect all the connections

Program the appliances to puke on the floor

'Cause it's all gonna come to be

Self-indulgent

Yeah, it's all gonna come to be

The same old noise you never wanted to see

Mexican speed-metals, things

Casserole fruit-salad hairgel

Self-inflicted life-affirming hell

Is that slack?

Is that crack?

Are those dogs or're those dogmas?

Are those clogs or platform shoes

On your feet

Take your Johnny Cashmachine

And your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night

Like a plane crash

Survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam

And the love that is breathin'

Is the love that is spraypainting

Vandalizing everything you own

'Cause it's all gonna come to be

The same bad scene for 20 years

Yeah, it's all gona come to be

Optimistic xerox of yourself

Predictions of debilitating health

Whining all night long

Wining and dining

Climbing into the rafters

Shredding your afro

Taking karate lessons

Sucking in the banges (?)

I've Seen The Land Beyond

From these shores where we belong

I have seen the land beyond.