1. Soul Doubt
2. Stickin' In My Eye
3. Bob
4. You're Bleeding
5. Straight Edge (Minor Threat cover song)
6. Liza And Louise
7. The Bag
8. Please Play This Song On The Radio
9. Warm
10. I Wanna Be Your Baby
11. Johnny Appleseed
12. She's Gone
13. Buggley Eyes
Soul Doubt
Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles
Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk
to Nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt I stick My head out of
the window, it's closed Instead of air, I get glass stuck in to my head
The city's sounding, and I can't seem to stop the pounding Can't keep my
thoughts from flying 'round Not sure what I am thinking about, I got soul
doubt A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain A frameless Erte,
a painting without a signature She's waiting for someone to save her As
I pass her I see Cinderella She doesn't fit into the slipper Like she fits
in a bottle of liquor There's no one to take her away Her eyes meet mine,
she sees right through me The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for
me? I don't want nothin', just a connection I gotta know what she's
all about Cause I know she's been there... Soul doubt I stick my head out
of the window once again This time I see a thousand faces all too clear
They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face So many times, I know
exactly how they feel I know exactly how they feel I know just what they
think about They've got soul doubt.
Stickin In My Eye
When I look 'round, I only see outta one eye As
the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna I hear the voices, but I can't make
out their words Saying things, saying things that I got something sticking
in my eye Got something sticking in my eye Got something sticking in my
eye I feel unusual from thinking About the underground decay, God help
me Kill beneath the camera, watch the world begin to cry It's not from
pity, it comes from What's been sticking in my eye Got something sticking
in my eye.
Bob
He spent fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years
'till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?" Bob said, "That's
just the point, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing Now I gotta do something
else to pass the time." Had someone shave his head Got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter to take
him out of town They would get away Riding around, as the trucks drive
by You could here the mother fuckers go... A couple of lines, an extra
thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's
the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
to do When the doctor tells him to "Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line To all my friends, I feel just fine But will
he ever walk the line Kickin' ass and bustin' heads Red suspenders Once
a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line?
You're Bleeding
You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing
A bland reciprocation, but that don't bother me You're happier with lights
on underneath a darkened sky Only in the spotlight can you tell me of your
crimes I understand the situation, but I can't Seem to understand the motivations
you once had I recall a message I once left behind a screen I was entranced,
when you were never there for me You're draining, you're draining me, I'm
not a tub What ever happened to the girl I used to hold? I held in
such a high regard Where is the girl who had it all? I used to think
I wasn't worthy of your cause I used to feel so lucky Until the day I felt
a weakness in my arms I knew from where it had been coming You're bleeding,
you're bleeding me, I can recall The passions you once had, where did they
go? I knew a girl who had it all. I knew a girl where did she
go?
Straight Edge (Minor Threat cover song)
I'm a person just like you But I've got better
things to do Than sit around and fuck my head Or hang out with the living
dead Snort white shit up my nose Or passing out in all the shows Cause
I got straight edge I laugh at the thoughts of dropping loose I laugh at
the thoughts of sniffing glue Cause I got straight edge I got straight
edge.
Liza And Louise
Liza's had enough of men She says, she won't get
burnt again She says, they don't know how to fuck Her last boyfriend, the
shmuck Shared with her a nice disease Kept her passive, on her knees 'Til
one day she took his car And drove it to the city Liza had put down a few
When she met this girl named Lou Who convinced her to go home with her
She said, "My name's Louise Now will you take off my clothes please?
I want to take you to the moon and back So get on your back." With
a flick of the tongue She made her scream She made her laugh She made her
dance She was happy for the first time And you know she wanted more Now
with her legs spread wider She needed to have Louise inside her She said,
"I'll never forget the first time You kissed me, now I want you to fist
me." Louise didn't need a second invitation She knew just what to
do Liza had cum a few times before But she had never even seen the door
Into the world of pleasures of the flesh She felt just like 16 And her
life before now was a dream Or even a nightmare that's over and done Just
like warm healing rays Shining from the sun They make her beam They make
her laugh They make her dance She was happy for the first time And you
know she wanted more.
The Bag
Endless evenings of non-exist Are getting shorter,
monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside Although I find myself right
back The same place I was before Saying things I'd say once more There's
no reason for me to be here, no I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends
Who are talking at me, saying things I could care less about This dialogue
is without Worth, content, significance Conversational ambivalence Hear
the same things every night, it just ain't right Who'll be left holding
the bag? Give me something I can't sink my teeth into Show me a time,
tell me a story I haven't heard a million times before I pass out from
boredom As I watch the people pass I see moments in their lives, nothing
fascinating Are we all living for the past, never realizing We're clinging
to an empty bag Lacking content, significance Conversational ambivalence
Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right We'll see who's left
holding the bag.
Please Play This Song On The Radio
We wrote this song, it's not too short, not too
long It's got back-up voc's in just the right places It's got a few oohs
and ahhs It takes a little pause Just before I sing the anthem Please play
this song on the radio Almost every line is sung on time Almost every verse
ends in a rhyme The only problem we had was writing enough words But that's
okay, because the chorus is Coming up again now Please play this song on
the radio Please play this song on the radio Right about this time Some
shithead will be drawin a fat fucking line Over the title on the back sleeve,
what an asshole So mr. DJ, i hope you already made your segway Or the FCC
is gonna take a shit right on your head Can't play this song on the radio.
Warm
One more time for Ho Jo, you know I can't wait
Another wasted line I'm sittin' in the corner, I can feel the weight Of
my head on top of my spine There's nothing to be scared of once you've
Seen the the light, reflecting through the screen A eudaemonistic life
composed of tar and nicotine You know it, You know it, You know it Cause
you've seen it, now you believe it You know it because it seems so real
You know it because you've seen it, now you believe it You know it because
it seems so real It seems so real, It seems so real, It seems so real Sit
back and relax and do nothin, na, na, na, na You'll laugh, then you'll
cry, then you'll feel nothin, na, na, na, na Implanted images of morality
Images of life, they seem so real One more time for Ho Jo, what does it
mean? I'm not sure I know, while looking for somebody Deep inside
a dream, my sunshine turns to snow Now it's blowin' inside, I don't feel
the cold Yet I'm frozen to my seat My eyes have seen the truth And still
my mind admits defeat.
I Wanna Be Your Baby
Open your self, let me inside Open your arms, I
have nowhere To go, so let me in to you I need to be where nothing can
hurt me Open your legs, to let me crawl Inside of you, I need to be Inside
your womb, So take me home Inside of you, envelope me, I'm home I wanna
be your baby Bringin' me down Bringin' me down Open your lips and take
me in I need to be inside within Let me become a part of you Let me inside
of you, swallow me whole I want to know the things you hide I want to feel
the things you feel I want to breathe the air you breathe I want to live
inside of you, take me Bringin' me down I wanna be your baby Let me live
inside.
Johnny Appleseed
Through word of mouth let it be known The man who
spends his life on a mission, he's legendary Travelling from coast to coast
He's the contemporary Johnny Appleseed He's making sure his garden grows
He'll plant a seed in every town he goes Fertilizing the country side Couldn't
stop him with insecticide Makin' sure that the garden grows, yeah, yeah,
yeah Groomin' the backyard, or whackin' a weed When diggin' holes, he'll
be wearing a glove He go into the shed, get out a shovel, and he shove
He'll plant the seed, makin' sure it's sown He go into the shed, and he
start hoein' with the hoe, ho, ho, ho Makin' sure that the garden grow,
yeah, yeah, yeah He'll water the yard with the garden hose Groomin' the
backyard, or whackin' a weed yeah, yeah, yeah The contemporary Johnny Appleseed.
She's Gone
A blackened wick is what remains The flame was
blown out just recently Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick
It won't be lit again, the day won't be so bright We don't know what she
may have been All we know is what she left behind An apartment cluttered
with children's toys, Photos of good times In the bedroom, there's sheets
on the windows There's a four poster bed for a reason There's a box on
the floor full of secrets It won't be opened Here older boys and girls
would play All inhibitions were left behind As the door would close, her
face began to shine This was her finest hour, this was her finest time
Now, she's gone, and it's not gonna be alright, not for me She's gone,
but not forgotten, she's still here In all those years she touched so many
lives Who's gonna watch the little girl she left behind? Carol Anne
stands alone in the school yard All the other children have gone After
waiting for hours, She can't understand why her mother left her sad In
the darkness she sees definition In the silence, she hears someone calling
After nightmares, she lies in bed screaming But there's no reaction There's
no one listening, there's no one Now, she's gone, and it's never gonna
be alright, not for me, She's gone.
Buggley Eyes
Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke
up with Bo Diddley? Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And
woke up with Bo Diddley? You got so loaded, you thought that she
Was the most beautiful gal that you ever did see Yeah, have you ever gone
to sleep with Bo derek And woke up with Bo Diddley? Woke up in the
morning, to your surprise A couple melons in tube socks, And buggley eyes
Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke up with Bo Diddley?