White Trash, Two Heebs and a Been
1) INTRO
2) STICKIN' IN MY EYE
3) BOB
4) YOU'RE BLEEDING
5) STRAIGHT EDGE
6) LIZA AND LOUISE
7) THE BAG
8) PLEASE PLAY THIS SONG ON THE RADIO
9) WARM
10) WANNA BE YOUR
BABY
11) JOHNNY APPLESEED
12) SHE'S GONE
13) BUGGLEY EYES
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 ( X 2 )
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 dosen'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
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 ( X 2 )
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
Fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The Doc 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 conditioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town
They could 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 great
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've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing
A bland reciprocation, but that dosen'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?
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about Speed
That's something I just don't need
I've got straight edge
I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a crutch
I've got the straight edge
(Lyrics by Ian McKaye of Minor Threat )
Liza's had enough of men
She says, she won't get buried 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 ( X 2 )
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 thats over and done
Just like warm healing rays
Shining from the sun
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 about 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
I'm not the one to hold the bag
Give me something I can sink my teeth into
Show me a time, tell me a story
That 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
Say the same thing 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 the second chorus
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 shit will be drawing a fat fucking line
Over the title on the backsleeve. WHAT AN ASSHOLE!
So mr. DJ, I hope you already made your stegway
Or the FCC is gonna take a shit right on your head.
You can't play this song on the radio
You can't play this song on the radio
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 its because you've seen it, now you believe it
You know its 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
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 breath 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
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
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
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?