Cure Me... Or Kill Me...
When the first car hit the wall
Was the gulit still in or head?
In your magic crystal ball
Is the poweer that made you mad
You can't save yourself,
it's a pleasure cruise
You're damned for a million years
There's a viper in your bedroom
Under the sheets is tarantula fuzz
When she bites, she bites for murder
I bleed the Addams Family blood
There's a spell on me that I can't reverse
It's a sympathy cross you burn
Cure me or kill me..
But don't leave me here for dead again
Cure me or kill me..
But don't leave me here for dead again
This is your last happy Christmas
Your worst Birthday party
The cyanide in your poison ring
Wouldn't cure my misery
Don't bury me when I'm history
I think you'll find an easy way out
Black
Not Avaliabe Right Now
Tijuana Jail
Welcome to salvation, my Tequila's my companion
for this evening of oblivion
Everyone around me, kinda bores me, it makes me
lonely with the friends I never had
Packing up my Mustang cuz' this city has no heart,
it sucks you in and spits you out
Patiently I'm seeking my destination is unknown,
I followed the road down to Mexico
Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong,
I'm just a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get
on home
He smiled and said "senor you're not in Texas
anymore"
Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Tijuana
Jail
Staring at the ceiling of my jail cell it's my
home,
at least for now, it seems like forever
Sleeping on the floor with the rats, crawling up
my ass,
I'm gonna kill that officer
Sorry Mr. Officer but I'm gonna get revenge,
on this side of the border 20 pesos get you dead
He smiled and said "senor I think I'll drink
to your threats"
Send my love to my home, but sent my mail to a Tijuana
Jail
In my destitution suicides a solution, but
I'm a gambler, and I'm not cashed in
The sun is going down and my problems will be solved
by dawn,
but not by justice
I smelled liquor on his breath, I knew this is my
last chance,
I begged give a dying man his last drink
He handed me a glass with just the worm and he laughed
I pulled a
switchblade from my boot and shoved it in his throat
Sorry Mr. Officer I think you got it wrong,
I'm a lonely ol' Texas boy and I wanna get on home
He smiled and said "senor you're not in Texas
anymore"
Send my love to my home but send my mail to a Texas
Jail.
Skin & Bones
The last time I fell I left a piece of myself
I was so broken up, I should've stayed down
Heaven can't you help me I'm losing this war
I don't wanna die young from with just battle scars
Keep the devil out of my soul; c'mon and save me
From a heart of stone
Tell the Lord he can take me now, I'm a shell of
a man
Just skin and bones
I had a little sister who could drink up a storm
If the liquor didn't kill her she'd be twenty-one
The good times, bad times can't remember them all
Must have been the thunder and alcohol
The skeletons in the closet keep me awake at night
The thing that really scares me are the monsters
I live with everyday
Johanna's Chopper
N/A
Let's Get Lost
Lost in time no time in space
Never thought wed ever fade
This ain't the blues
This ain't nothin new
Are we fallin off again
Someone pushed us from the ledge
No crime no sin
We just don't fit in
Lets get lost
Lost in space
Just two people a little out of place
Nothing's wrong
Everything's fine
Just lost in time
Woke up in a lost and found
Don't understand the here and now
This aint my world
Glad you're in my world
Lets get lost
Lost in space
Just two people a little out of place
Nothing's wrong
Everything's fine
Just lost in time
Sorry it don't get better
Lets burn all the bridges we cross
Sorry it don't get better
Lets burn all the people we know
This ain't the blues
This ain't nothing new
Lets get lost
This ain't the blues
Lets get Lost
This ain't the blues
Lets get lost
This ain't the blues
Lets get lost
Lets get lost
Lets get lost
Lets get lost
Lets get lost
Lets get lost
lets get lost
Lets get lost
Lets get lost
This ain't the blues
Pawn Shop Guitars
N/A
Dead Flowers
When you're sitting there in your silk upholstered
chair
Talking to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down little Suzie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah
yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh
yeah
When you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
Well I'll be in my basement room with a needle and
a spoon
And another heart to take my pain away, eh yeah
Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh
yeah yeah
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah
yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh
yeah
When you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
Well I'll be in my basement room with a needle and
a spoon
And another heart to take my pain away, eh yeah
Take me down little Suzie, take me down, eh eh
yeah yeah
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by the mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah
yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh
yeah
Take me down little Suzie, take me down,
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
oh yeah yeah
Send me dead flowers by the U. S. mail,
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding, oh yeah
yeah
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh
eah
I won't forget to put roses on your grave, eh eh
eh eh eh yeah
Jail Guitar Doors
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne
and his deals of cocaine
a little more every day
holding for a friend till the band do well
then the D.E.A. locked him away
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete,
didn't want no fame
gave all his money away
"Well there's something wrong, it'll be good
for you, son"
and so they certified him insane
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
And then there's Keith,
waiting for trial twenty-five thousand bail
if he goes down you won't hear his sound
but his friends carry on anyway, fuck 'em!
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Hunting Dogs
N/A
Shut Up
Sorry, it doesn't mean you understand
Show me and I'll forgive
Someday you'll find happiness
And maybe, you won't be such a drag
And no one really knows why it's so hard to laugh
I said a won't be cruel, but it's so hard to be
your man
Oh baby, won't you shut up (shut up)
You already got me hooked
Honey, won't you shut up (shut up)
You read like a storybook
Baby, won't you shut up (shut up)
You got a fascination with love
Sometimes love's not enough
Funny how everything you want you always get
You're so charming and so desperate
One day I knelt beside the bed you were sleeping
in
And I remember, why I'm so ashamed
Oh baby, won't you shut up (shut up)
You already got me hooked
Honey, won't you shut up (shut up)
You read like a storybook
Baby, won't you shut up (shut up)
You got a fascination with love
Sometimes love's not enough
Kilroy Was Here
Kilroy was here, he cashed a check and checked out
his asphyxilation was such a mess when he was found
Did I do you wrong
I did you no wrong
chorus
I'm selling you what you sold me
Suffocate in the air you breathe
I'm selling you what you sold me
Suffocate in the air you breathe
I wish you were here to tell everyone
I can have your car
In all his doom, is the guilt in satire
Did I do you wrong
I did you no wrong
chorus
bridge
Falling off the world
It's the last thing I would do
I'd do the same if I was you
you used to be so cruel
It's the last thing that you'll do
chorus
The Haunting
Never wanted to frighten you
Never wanted to frighten you
I could never harm you
I'm aware of your fear
Distorting the truth
Won't change that you're weird
chorus
This is your Haunting
It's everything you wanted
This is your Haunting
It's everything you wanted
Never wanted to frighten you
Never wanted to frighten you
Is this the day
Your nightmare's gone
Woke up in a daze
Tomorrow you’re strong
chorus
Is this it all, is this it all
It's terrifying, this is you're Haunting
Something's Wrong With You
Can I breathe you and be inside your world
If I could be you, I wouldn't be so cruel
Wouldn't be so cruel, wouldn't be so cruel
chorus
It's all or nothing
There's Something Wrong With You now
Something Wrong With You now
I ain't that strong a beaten' dog
You really can't do nothing
You really can't do nothing
So young and numb, slower than you need
Am I the ugly one, I bruise but never bleed
Bruise but never bleed, bruise but never bleed
chorus
bridge
Broken and busted up the pressured hurts,
nobody's loss
Last of the ugly ones, it's all or nothing,
it really doesn't mean anything
Sorry I Can't Write a Song About You
I was listening to our records
But I never played our song
The Underground sang "Sunday Morning"
Lou Reed was never wrong
I wanna write you something
Sing it from my heart
Stole the words from a Hallmark card
I never used, but they're so true
chorus
Sorry I Can't Write A Song About You
Sorry I Can't Write A Song About You
I was watching some old movie
It really wasn't that good
It wasn't "Inside Daisy Clover"
There was no Natalie Wood
I wanna tell you something
Say it from my soul
The words got stuck in my throat
Nothing came out, but I meant it loud
Mercedez Benz
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porches, I must make amends
I've worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my
friends
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV
Dialing for dollars is trying to find me
I'll wait for delivery each day until 3
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town
I'm counting on you Lord, please don't let me down
Prove that you love me and buy the next round
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town
The Hell's Angels
I beg your heart of chrome
An it really don't matter
You're the dog and I'm the bone
An it really don't matter
Are you the muscle on the machine
An it really don't matter
Anonymous ain't so easy
An it really don't matter
chorus
I'm the devil on the big red machine
Tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, no misery
Tell the Hell's Angels, the Hell's Angels
The time you stole was borrowed
An it really don't matter
The road you chose is narrow
An it really don't matter
chorus
bridge
Begging for tomorrow, living for today
Never getting out, buried yesterday
Saturday Disaster
Was it the morning after
Or the night before
Potions, pills, powders n' booze
Invisable, but not bullet-proof
X-rays of the beautiful
chorus
Saturday Disaster
Someone just got murdered
Saturday disaster
Weekends never over
Was it the hair of the dog
Or the fall of the whore?
Pocketfull of fireworks
Smart bomb didn't hurt
Used rubbers in the dirt
chorus
I worship the quicksand you walk on…
Trash
Trash won’t pick it up Don’t take your life away
Trash won’t pick it up Don’t take your life away
Trash won’t pick it up Don’t try and take my knife
away
Please don’t you ask me if I love you
If you don’t know what you’re doin’
Trash won’t pick it up Don’t take your life away
Trash can’t get it up Don’t throw your love away
Trash won’t pick it up Don’t try and take my knife
away
Please don’t you ask me if I love you
If you don’t know what I’ll do, up my nose
Trash won’t pick it up Don’t take your life away
Trash can’t get it up Don’t try and take my knife
away
Trash won’t pick it up Forget to take it all away
Please don’t you ask me if I love you
‘Cuz I don’t know if I do
Out here with you
‘Cuz I don’t know if I do
Out here with you
Technicolor Stars
You got lost in a Hollywood star map
On the wrong side of Cocaine Blvd.
Too many demons got you in bed
Too much for a high school mess
chorus
She hangs out cuz' she wants in
A bored teenager virgin
She's the porno dream 97-SEX
She'll blow you for your last cigarette
She's so cool, so cool, so cool
chorus
A walking time bomb
In her Melrose Ave. boots
A hitchhiking whore from the valley
Born in a muscle car backseat
She's so cool, so cool
Superstar
chorus
Superstar
It's so hard to hang with you
Superstar
No one loves you like you do
If your gonna die, I'll kill you
A silver glitter sword and heavy metal boots
Dropping out in style like a celebrity
Mind your vanity
chorus
Coming up for air with a cigarette
Cold sweats, the shakes and vodka sex
Warming up to people, you used to hate
Work your poverty
bridge
When ya' come around
I ain't gonna be there
Bourbon Street Blues
This poorboy was searching for an easy way out
He stole some poison from the voodoo house
Locked up in his bedroom 'cause he felt so ashamed
He couldn't take away his pain
chorus
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the Bourbon Street Blues
He's just a slave to his heart, a broken down car
He's got the poorboy blues
A Bourbon Street whore was his lover that night
He couldn't make love to his wife
Now he's the victim of her pleasure curse
She burned the bed they slept in
chorus
bridge
May you never die till' I kill you
May you never live as long as I stand on your grave
Frankie's Planet
Send us away
On a cartoon space train
Rocket to the stars
Goodbye cruel world
Our children want truth
So young, to be so far
chorus
Radio Flyer jets
Satellite dreams again
Frankie's Planet is a gas
Plastic ray-guns
For me & your mom
We had you, now you have us
Whatever you want
Magic or love
Our silver comet's lost
chorus
