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The New Pollution

She's got a cigarette on each arm

She's got the lily-white cavity crazes

She's got a carborator tied to the moon

Pink gods looking to the fruit of the ages

She's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a hand on a wheel of pain

She can talk to the mangling strangers

She can sleep in a fiery barn

Throwing troubles to the dying embers

She's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a paradise camoflauge

Like a whip-crack sending me shivers

She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean

Riding low on the drunken rivers

She's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution

Nitemare Hippy Girl

She took me off my guard with disappointment

I got sucked inside of her apartment

She's got dried-up flowers, flakey skin

A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

She's a nightmare hippy girl

With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world

She's a whimsical, tragical beauty

Self-conscious and a little bit fruity

It's a new age let-down in my face

She's so spaced out and there ain't no space

She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile

I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style

[Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc.]

She's a nightmare hippy girl

With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world

She's a whimsical, tragical beauty

Uptight and a little bit snooty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Backing vocals:] Ooh, ooh... [etc.]

She's a magical, sparklin' tease

She's a rainbow chokin' the breeze

Yo, she's busting out onto the scene

With nightmare bogus poetry

She's a melted avocado on the shelf

She's the science of herself

She's spazing out on a cosmic level

And she's meditating with the devil

She's cooking salad for breakfast

She's got tofu the size of Texas

She's a witness to her own glory

She's a never-ending story

She's a frolicking depression

She's a self-inflicted obsession

She's got a thousand lonely husbands

She's playin' footsie in another dimension

She's a goddess milking the time for all that it's worth

No Money No Honey (Stereopathetic Soulmanure version)

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

Ain't no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No honey, no honey

No honey, no money

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

One more time

Keep goin'

One more time

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

What's your name?

My name's Ken.

No Money No Honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money

No money

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money, no honey

No money

No money

Novacane

Keep on truckin like a novacane hurricane

Blowin static on the poor man's short-wave

Stampede's got to dismantle

Code-red: what's your handle

Mission incredible undercover convoy

Full-tilt chromosome cowboy

X-ray search and destroy

Smoke stack black top novacane boy

Got so low your mom won't drum

Getting late with the suicide beat

Test-tube, still-born and dazed

Chump scum plays in the razor's haze

Got the momentum radioactive

Lowdown!

Step aside for the operation

Don't expect some generation

Cyanide ride down the turnpike

Hundred hours on the miracle mic

Grinding the gears eighteen wheels

Pigs and robots riding on their heels

Fine tune road block making a sand box

Diesel infernos burning like drano

Down the horizon purple gasses

Semi-trucks hauling their asses

Novacane, hit the road expressway

Explode!

Novacane! Novacane!