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It's 99 degrees on christmas eve
People in the heat just drop on the street
She said, "lets get away from this concrete scene"
Jumped a turnstile and walked into a dream
And the trees are playing chess with a chainsaw child
I saw a checkmate sign in the super mall style
Hey baby don't ya feel so bad, you got head full of grass
I got a hand full of cash
And what was said is done
In the apocalypso sun
Now you've got love to kill
Oh you've got lungs to fill
So take your sunset pill
The banks are blowing up and the army is too
Everyone's looting from the factory tomb
And you take a chair on a rooftop up in the air
And its a christmas island holiday
They can hardly see you
From the window in the street
You clench ya margarita teeth
And what was said is done
In the armageddon son
Now you grit your teeth and smile
It's your time, to unwind

In a mushroom cloud of explosive proportion,
Mother earths Abortion of this helpless orphan that runs low on endorphins,
She needs a happy pill, so many sad ones running on the surface,
It amazes me it still turns, nihilist skies, wide junky eyes, junkies
Surprised its...
The winter time, in the summer time.
Its the summer time, in the winter time.
And I don't mind,
If you don't mind,

99 degrees on christmas eve, the trees are getting even with the slot machines,
And the cynics wave goodbye to the post modern sky. Goodbye.

Low

The hypocrite is getting back,
From his day job sitting on a crooked track,
She walks around with her head on the ground,
He says, "Babe I can buy you the town".
The so so city is oh so cold,
With feverish wrecks and weathered souls,
Come on babe, don't be afraid, make way for the glo brigade,
There ain't nothing in this world that's gonna be saved.
Everyone gets a little low sometimes,
Everyone must know it's time.
The magic man is doing tricks,
With a deck of cards and a crucifix,
Skinny girl in the Hollywood page,
Belly full of blow at a desk gets paid,
Does it pay to get away?
For a Coney Island holiday, the cyclone plays, the beach lies strange,
And as the morning day breaks in,
Sitting on a pier watching ships come in,
He nods out, cause he thinks they're coming for him.
Everyone gets a little low sometimes,
Everyone must know its time!

We Got The Days

(Is it your boredom?)
Well I've seen so many
And I've known so many
Ashtray sunshines, make you swallow up your mind
And when he hands you a party, tells ya not to move 'cause you're
Following somebody
But you've already got a quick look at the lovely, to the left of the stairs,
Losing all of his money, singing
Come on, come on tell me that you want it
Leave it, leave it if you want to leave it.
I got the days, you got the nights
We could turn the tide, its gonna be alright
Come On!
I got the days you got the nights
I got the days, its gonna be alright
And I was spinning, dancing around with women,
Talking loud into the crowd,
I can't remember what happened next then
Everybody has gone home from the plastic party
Your eyes don't seem so wide my babe and your hairs all messed
And your dress has been laid, your singing
Come on,
I got the days you got got the days, we got the days,
Its gonna be alright.
Shindig party,
Magazine beauty,
Bully McTV like the airbrushed movies,
Got Ritalin junkies,
And social butterflies,
Skinny jeans on the icicle thighs,
They got the big bad bouncers,
And little bony boys,
Billions of bucks,
And they ain't' never been employed,
Lets take a pen to the high class wall,
Stick the revolution to the bathroom stall.
(Come on, tell me that you want it, stick the revolution)

From Her Beacon Hand, Glos

Low? I don't know, sun coming 'round, outside the trees are falling
Dancing in the magazine blues, stars and stripes in your eyes, make ya
Feel crazy late at night
Oh no I fell down,
Somebody call the doctor,
I fell down and broke my crown, nothings gonna stop her.
She got a warm look in her eye,
Don't mean she ain't' got lies, tricks up her sleeve, she gonna
Trick you in your sleep boy!
Oh no, help me out,
I went walking in this sleepless place, I fell asleep in the city all night,
She left me standing in the welfare line.
She got a warm look in her eye
Don't mean she ain't got lies, tricks up her sleeve, they're gonna
Send you overseas boy!
Here they come,
Here she comes,
They're gonna get ya right now boy!
See them? They gonna make you buy these ridiculous things.
You got your fast food eyes and your cracker jack prize, your excited standing in line.

Black & Blue

The cops put a black boy in back of the car
The pretty people watching as they strut into the bar
They're saying "get away"
There ain't nothing here to see
"Stay away, you wanna join him in the seat?"
And all the children in the street with nothing to protest,
Ain't it funny? (they all say nothing)
They've all gone to bed with you my love,
What a fine way to spend your money.
Have you got it all figured out? or do you still doubt yourself?
When you're taking all your money, take it to the government.
Have you got it all figured out? or do you still doubt yourself?
When you're terrified of love, walk in to the gun shop.
The thief terrorize in disguise all the time,
Seven days a week in the cubicle confines,
And everyday, the kids crawl up and fall away,
They just say, "there ain't nothing we can change."
But six flights down and around the town,
Talking to a lady with a dreadlock baby,
(She just said something)
She said, "bring the war home, this is my great grandson and 'm alone,
You get why i'm angry?"
(She just said everything)
Have you got it all figured out? or do you still doubt yourself?
When you're taking all your money, prescription at the drugstore
Have you got it all figured out? or do you still doubt yourself
When you're alone?

Ruskie Kills Femme

Its not your time i want
Its not your time that i need
Its the way you look at me when im singing through my teeth
Well i don't feel the same since i forgot my name in the music
What it takes to be a hero is not the same when you're a zero
In the rock and roll
Run to the farthest hillside
Find a hand there that makes you happy
You won't find me sleeping in the city no more, thats for sure
Im bored of it
Its not your mind i want its not your thighs that i need
Its the way you look up
So shook up its shit
I just don't buy it girl
I don't feel the same since i forgot your name in the music
Run to the farthest hillside
Beach gulls attacking they're trying to get at my insides
Look for me in city grids or roots of a tree
You won't find me, im gone
And i won't see my shadow for a long time.

The Dead, The Gone, & The Cosmos

I bet you're feeling good about their remanence, with your feet on the ground,
And your head up in the sky.
And all you really need is something permanent,
But does a soul stay in hole in a box when we die?
They went and put a joker on the pedestal,
Now he's critically acclaimed for something that he's not,
And all of your idols are all dead and gone,
And your heroes all got shot. Oh Shoot em' down.
I could go anywhere just to find a soul,
Who thinks like me in America,
They think like sheep in America,
And cross the seas I hear them calling you.

Hurricane Heart Attack

Nice night for a homicide he wrote,
40oz later he's on top of the globe,
And I know he won't be coming home
She stays sitting on the top of the stairs,
Laughing at the sunshine sinking in her chair,
And I know there's nothing moving up there.
We're on the bottom, we're coming up, you give us one shot we'll show
You what you want, we're gonna show you what you got,
You got a heart attack baby.
Your baby's holding someone else's' hand, and New Orleans is under 
Water again
Well I know she wont be coming home.
And Che Guevaras’ on his tee shirt man, but New Orleans is under water again,
Well I know he won't be doing nothing.
We're on the bottom, we're coming up, you give us one shot we'll show
You what you want, we're gonna show you what you got,
You got a heart attack baby.
Your babys' gone on a plane somewhere else
You said, "if you go away, i'll fall in love with myself."
Baby you're gonna give yourself a heart attack ,
When it all crushes you now,
Baby you got a hurricane heart attack baby.

The Fisticuffs

Like Cain and Abel all twisted,
Beaten into one,
Like machine gun killing,
And mary's son
I go walking into the night,
I go looking for something to fight,
I get up and down,
I get all around,
She said, make heavy eyes and turn your hands low, let your fists take
It up with the radio,
You could knock em out,
Ought to watch your mouth,
'Cause talking too much ain't gonna get ya too far,
A bleeding hollow body and a broken jaw,
I get up and down,
I get all around
Be aware of the fisticuffs and the diamonds in your eyes,
They can shake you down to the bone and put a bullet in your side,
And in a broken womb we were fighting, dura cells dropping on skulls,
And in the courtroom we were smiling the stereo fills a cell, and the
Music makes us feel,
Like cain and abel
All twisted beaten into one, oh no
Like machine gun killing,
And mary's son.
I don't know why,
I have to grow so high,
Maybe there's something there I might find.
The blood stays pouring from a crack in my head,
Called up the ambulance, the pigs came instead,
Talking down, all blue and proud.
And the fists got cuffed and staggers went down, to the 51st precinct
And I bailed him out, I get up and down,
I get all around.
Beware the fisticuffs, they can take you by surprise,
When you're all cooped up in a room without a view, it won't keep you pacified.
We used to rendezvous at the bridge view and look at them parrots fly.
I took a walk in Bay Ridge I'm thinking, how did we grow so high?
We got our mother and fathers' eyes.
Cain and Abel twisting on the floor,
Cain and Abel just can't get along.

Junkie Story

I wonder what your story is?
Long hair, grey whiskers, tattered jeans, crooked pictures.
I wonder what your story is?
Long hair grey whiskers, trampled dreams, cracked pictures.
No one listens to a dying man,
Maybe listen to a broken man and learn something,
Down and out, out and down.
So the needle took you by the hand,
Kept you warm, made you feel like a man
So you bought your leather case,
And the music fades away,
And the train picks up speed,
You wish you played it safe,
Why didn't you play it cool? Now you’re a fool.
I wonder what your story is?
Long hair, grey Whiskers, shattered dreams, crooked pictures.
When I see that ring on your hand,
O that life must have been grand,
Did you have kids and a wife of your own?
Did you have dreams of making a home?
Now you're a gutter prince on your own,
O you should have had a queen of your own,
Did you lose your mind in the street?
Did traffic stop, did they stare at your feet?
Were you sick of the days and nights?
Did the sun come up and frighten your eyes?
Did it take all of your pride?
Did it turn out your insides?
You wish you played it safe,
O why didn't you play it cool, Now you’re a fool.
Here's a smoke for your dying wish,
Here's a dime for that habit you just couldn't kick,
I'm sure nothing else will do.
Laying on that cardboard bed of yours,
Wish you had a bed of roses too, Yea that would do.
Now your time has come and passed,
Smoke that smoke, tell a joke, remember the good times last.

He don't know no better way out, he sits and dreams all day, He's bought a gun now, Enough to shoot em' down,
He's on the corner of the church,
With the change falling out,
Of his pocket,
He's gotta stop it.
He keeps on circling the block with his 8 track soul, all alone on the
Coal. Every Friday night,
He godda’ so so glo,
Every Saturday night,
He gotta 8 track soul.
Come on and tell me, your junkie story
Come on and tell me bout' your dead end glory.

Seventeen

Seventeen and closet queen,
Flashing purple on the screen,
Showing pictures of rotten ladies tainted green.
She recommends to live and die,
You've become a victim of dim lit lights,
And in doing so, you're just immortal in your own eyes.
Twenty-four and losing control,
Speeding past and taking its toll,
And for what?
Somebody told you, "it's gonna be better, man."
You'd rather bite the bullet than kick the can,
You'd rather be a mouse than be a man,
And all those big blank thoughts are making you sick again.
She hails a cab and gestures to him,
He's wearing a suicidal grin,
All full of broken thoughts and crumbled ideologies,
Stylish tee to match his eye,
Cocaine buzz, with a cocaine design,
Consisting of utopian worlds where the policeman jumps for the gun in the sky,
Hanging by a rope and always slightly out of reach,
He tries to grab the trigger but can't seem,
To get his hands on his heart,
On his authority,
You'd rather bite the bullet than kick the can,
You'd rather be a mouse than be a man
And all those big blank thoughts are making you sick again.

Irish Rose

There you go running around downtown,
There you go losing your mind yet again,
And you’re gone, gone and gone,
And you're never coming home,
And you’re gone, gone darling gone,
And you’re never coming home.
Why don't you just get on your way.
With those eyes, you look good to me,
With those switchblade eyes, you're gonna' cut me deep.
You're a lonely Irish rose and it's a big ol' world,
You’re a lonely Irish rose and it's a big ol' world,
Why don't you lay right down, and call it your home?
There you go,
You got a one track mind and an eight track soul,
Don't cut too deep, you're gonna' take everything this world has given me,
Come with me babe, to New York, we'll walk on water.
Gone and gone, aint' never coming home cause' the pipes are calling...
Why don't you just get on your way?
With those blitzkrieg eyes, you look good to me,
With those switchblade eyes, you’re gonna' cut me deep.

Broken Mirror Baby

Know you better than you know you
Wake up late but you got no date,
You got mirrors hanging all over your walls.
Now its time for your no show date,
You and your mirror gotta meditate
Well I know, you should feel bad,
But it feels so good looking at you.
And I know you’re hot,
Even though you’re not,
Don't it kill you that they don't feel your so so glo?
You’re just another pretty socialite in the crowd,
Hanging out on the lower east side of town,
Don't know who you are,
Never mind who you are.
But you think you're a star.
Same walk to the subway at night,
So you're the scene and you feel alright,
At the bar you're looking down,
Junkie fag for the look, you think you got it now.
You think you got it?
Everybody's going down town tonight,
Dance, dance to artificial light
Feels fine when you ain't got a mind
Downtown, you're wasted your time.
You're just another pretty socialite in the crowd,
Hanging out on the lower east side of town
You don't know who you are,
Never mind who you are.
But you think your a star.

Mold Baby (& The Queen Midas)

Oh my baby, its' been a lonely time my lady,
You've climbed a ridiculous mountain top lately,
At the top I was talking crazy.
You see, they came and placed me, in this old town where everyone's lazy,
There aint' nothing moving around here lately,
I got my heart attack vision so shaky,
And it's a so so city, I'm just standing by the edge of the river,
You could hear that skyline shiver and shake,
You could hear her give up,
Pushing me away.
And your friends are all burning,
Wasting away in country clubs of higher learning.
They all decay and the world keeps turning, to my dismay, they all say.
I'm on the borderline baby, taxi cabs'
Waiting outside it feels frightening, How the time goes by so quick,
It's like lightning,
And I don't know which way I'm facing.
Everything I touch will turn old, and everything you touch will turn
To gold and everything I touch will turn old and grow mold my baby.
(It's a so so city/ they sold our city )