Hobophobic

Hobo - I'm hobophobic So what AH AH AH
Scared of bums
Not just because they stink bad
Not just because they're crackers
From drinking too much lysol
Let them be
Just don't get fuckin' near me
Scared of bums AH AH
Infested with microscopic bugs
Endocrine systematic Doo Doo
Why don't they get a job

Philthy Phil Philantropist

There's something wrong with mass consumption
Why do we want what we don't need
Alcohol burnt clean asphalt methampphetamin
Will make it seem alright It's gonna make it seem alright
Living in the hunger underground
Some people say I got a problem with authority so
what if I do man it beats relinquished control
Philthy Phil Philantropist
You were take when you should be given away
More than we cannot repay
There's something grand about being nothing
There's something lame about being grand
Alcohol squirtin gun don't want no holidays in these
That's me not bein you, that's just me not bein you
Either part of the solution or the problem
Can there not be a middle ground for just the anybody
Replace superman with joe the ordinary
Philthy Phil Philanderer
You've takedn when you shoulda give away
Filthy Phil you gave to us
More than we cannot repay

Freedom Lika Shopping Cart

A christian an anarchist slash prostitute figures out the true meaning of freedom
Not freedom like america freedom like a shopping cart
Kick back no tense you got a bag of grub cost you about 50 cents
No fear no fuckin feat malt liquor tastes much better on the street
Crustin, a way of life for heroines and heroes had hitchike the rorad to eden
Not eden like the garden state eden like the state of mind
Kick back cheap thrills you'll do anything for a lugh even if it kills you
The bridge you took it out the ticket takers suddenly lost count
Sleeping under rays your teeth crumbling away say goodbye
To all responsibility you never wanted it man
Wasting time whenever you get the chance     
Which happens to be all the time             
Kick back free meals                         
A couple of times a day you make a coupe if shady deals
No work no fuckin pay                                  
Cardboard condiminium by the bay                       
You're between the red i black and you're never goin' back
To all responsibilty cause                                
You never wanted it man                            

Bleeding Heart Disease

How many polluted my mind    
Dough what our lives are lived for
Rae just a crazy aussie           
Me the generation forges on       
Fodder for corporations           
Sewwing our lips together         
LA such a nice plact to get shot  

But don't forget the T it                
Follows liber in the the constitution    
Following the part about pursuit         
of happiness the bi product              
of colonial precious metal               
mine extracts which                      
brings us back                           
to dough                          
Do do do do do do                        
Do do do do do do                        
Do do do do do do                        
Today I saw a kid                        
torture a cat                            
Too much leisure                         
Teenage Norman Rockwell                  
paints it black!                  

How did the chain get started
More is what everyone wants 
Neydy is what none of us are
Co-operation died last night
Me, I'm just a loo           
                               
So don't expect the best you won't be disapointed when you take
A bite and watch the worm crawl back inside. Listen to the     
fairy tales of million dollar happiness, Los Angeles lifestyles
drinking chardanay over a lobster salad brunch                 
The pursuit of million dollar happiness                 
Happiness was killed we watched it bleed, some say it died from hate
Some say from bleeding heart disease                                

Hotdog In A Hallway

She'll have another piece of pie
She'll have a double reuben rye
She kicks hard at eating well
That's why I love her

She's got a couple of pony kegs
Her arms are bigger than my legs
And when she holds me I can't breathe
That's why I love her

I'm her butter she' my bread
She's like a mobile waterbed
And hwen I got on top of her
I can't touch the mattress

And when her flesh begins to sag
She's like a human sleeping bag
I feel so cozy safe and warm
She's my insulation

I always know where she sat
And when she's on me I get flat
Some broken ribs a punctured gut
That's why I love her

She's my phillie I'm her stud
Her bean is bigger than my pud
It's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale
That's why I love her

Release The Hostages

Stop have a beer it's on me has
anyone ever told you that you  
Look like a hollywood star     
Oh you've heard it said many times
Before right here at this bar     
I'm lame                          
So I drink cause it makes me      
Happier than being alone. My      
good friend MR. Johnie walked red 
Keeps my insides warm like a cunt 
Seems like evrybody's got         
Something I have not, a reason    
not to die so I say death to      
Mr. Right cause that will never   
be me yeah yeah yeah              

Liza

She's been around a couple years
Tasted 31 flavors there's only one
She really hates that would be you
The blandest one don't make her fold
And that's what she likes to hear the noise
                                           
Liza's been around the block               
She's currently a femme bitch top          
A giant step from old Louise               
Now she's the one who's on the prey        
                                           
She used to wear her hair short low        
Determing her preference                   
She didn't like that dynamic               
Trading in her flannel shirts              
She even bought herself some boots         
                                           
Miss Terrence sellers any                  
She's got more power feminine              
She knows the power incites fear           
And it's that fear                         
Which makes her wet                        
She's goin to the Tribe 8 show             
Plenty of boychicks to choose from         
It's the calyx of isis                     
She'll find a bottom young + butch         
She'll tell her                            
"i won't hurt you much                     
unless of course                           
you want me to."                           

What's The Matter With Kids Today ?

There's something wrong
with the kids in my neighborhood
They always listen to music     
They disregard civil disobedience
They'd rather do what they're told
They don't drink or fuck off      
They sit home, and read, expand their minds
                                           
There's something wrong with               
the kinds in my cul de sac                 
Their always goin to church                
They dress well and they're                
Speaking articulate                        
They show eachother respect                
They're never late, don't joke             
or break rules                             
They eat right, study hard                 
They like school                           
                                           
There's something wrong                    

Love Story

Partly owned to her house
Wooden white picket fence
Mother waits for father  
In a backless dress      
Hardly used a diaphram   
Put back into the case   
A one way trip down memory lane
As she awaits                  
I don't wanna know             
Cheat me                       
I don't wanna know             
Children play in the yard      
Mother stares at a wall        
Father says he's gonna be back late
So don't wait up                   
About a quarter to 3               
Father stares at a wall            
Stained thicker than water         
Who's gonna clean it up            

The Black And White

Mr. McCarthy killed the light he didn't wake his lovely wife
He left the key inside the door, woke up on the wrong side of the bed
She can't remember what he said but she sure knew what he had done   
Little choices in a, a little town maybe a, little man is right to be afraid
Biblic moralization, identity frustration, confused man cannot know his heart
So he may be fucking her, but he's thinking about him                        
Catherine McKinnon does exist, she likes to call herself a feminist          
A crusader who fights the patriarch. But what she really hates is sex        
Simple solutions created by black+white thinking. Too bad the world not work that way.
Catherine should be busy porkin, that dolt Andrea Dworkin
I think they need a good hard fuck                       
Cause she may be off her back now she needs to get off ours
The little man sits all alone, his sexuality's been cut in stone
He doesn't love her, she really don't care                      
Two victims of the black and white                              

Whatever Didi Wants

I wouldn't walk 500 miles when I could fly coach
but almost anything                             
I wouldn't swim across the nile                 
Cause I could get a moeisic disentary           
                                                
Cause if there's anything you want              
I'll probly get it                              
You tell me what you need                       
I'll try not to forget it                       
You need someone to blame                       
I'll ay I said it                               
Bause whatever Didi wants she's gonna get it    
                                                
I wouldn't climb the highest mountain           
Could get a blister, but almost anything        
I wouldn't throw coins in a fountain            
I might be needing to make a phone call         
                                                
I doesn't seem like you're a million            
miles away, no. But maybe one or two            
That doesn't mean, I never loved you            
Me love you long time, when you're on top of me 

August 8th

Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August 8th
I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly everything is ok    
The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah August 8th is a beautiful day
What's goin on what's goin on is something bummin your scene              
There's something wrong there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean 
The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin nowhere in that is anything grey
Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day                   
Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everythings looking good     
There's been no permanent damage done
Yeah August 8th came right when it should
Poor Jeff                                
Poor little                              
Timmy turtle                             
Staying home on such a beautiful day     

Drop The World

He won the race the judges concluded
He was the better man he had the will to win
A hesitation a one time show or place       
His self would not allow he had to be the best
                                              
He had denied his urges cause they would of   
drained his strength that battle had been one 
with side effects a few                       
He may have dropped the world                 
He could not have let us down                 
Dana has gone away                            
I hope she's in a better place                
                                              
She aced the test a grade above the rest      
of the class the class felt the curve a 93%   
was not enough to feed her fix                
She needs that perfect score                  
The endorphin rush she loved                  
It would opiate her                           
                                              
She had denied all allgations of her loneliness
That battle had been won with scars still under wraps
She may have dropped the world                       
She would not let us down                            
Endorphin rush she loved
She may have dropped the world