IRC-Galleria

All dressed in black
Eyes of attack
Coming with one hand in pocket
To take from me
Sin in the eyes I see
Sin is nice of me
Nothing left for me
Reality
Forget it

You have messed up
Can't do anything
And I have messed up
Can't do anything
You're just a fuckup
I'm just a fuckup
We're just two fuckups
At least we're fucked
Up together

So sad to see you go
I said to myself you
Know
So sad to see a mind
Disappear through
Time
Lunacy's an argued
Taste
I guess there's no time
To waste
Oh passing times it's a
Passing phase
Reality
Forget it

You have messed up
Can't do anything
And I have messed up
Can't do anything
You're just a fuckup
I'm just a fuckup
We're just two fuckups
At least we're fucked
Up together

We are two fuckups

You have messed up
Can't do anything
And I have messed up
Can't do anything
You're just a fuckup
I'm just a fuckup
We're just two fuckups
At least we're fucked
Up together

Together, together
Together, together...on
Paper

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Every time I set to write
Lyricals on the women
I always seem to end up
The victim of some terrible
ass kicking
So now I'm telling myself
Friend why you got the obsession?
Here it is now people
To the best of my recollection

It goes against my
Catholic upbringing
I admit it
I'm a sucker for The Witch
Sucker for The Witch

I can tell you precisely
Where this all began
Salem, Massachusetts
And I was hardly a man
I fell madly in love with
Some brand of Stevie Nicks
Oh, I begged and I pleaded
Like a fiend for a fix

I must unburden my
guilty conscience
I admit it
I'm a sucker for The Witch
May Gd have mercy on my
wicked soul
I can't help myself
I'm a sucker for The Witch
I might deny her
But my heart will never resist
I can't help myself
I'm a sucker

She's made her appearances
In many the rhyme
And that's my cross to bear
Until the end of time
Better call The Inquisition
Better put me to the test
Give me exorcism
For I am truly possessed

When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says "John this is not the way life's supposed to be."
"Don't you see the life that you are missing?"
And he says...
When I grow up I want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.

Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
"The starboard bow." "Oh my God we're going down!"
The do not hear his frantic mayday.
And he says
When I grow up I want to be,
one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
"I'll live and die a fisherman."
Calling John the Fisherman.

The experts agreed the condition was dire
By all indications the subject should have expired
You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool
Here you've been kicked in the neck by a three legged mule

Do you care to confess to traumatic abuse?
You have an advanced case of the decapitation blues

Upon my release I had my suspicions
That they were too liberal and skillful with all the incisions
Cool heads prevailed and now it's all too clear to me
That reanimation is not what it's all cracked up to be

Now a congress of corpses is always in session
Debating the wisdom of my current direction
You've been banging your head like a teenaged fool
Here you've been kicked in the neck by a three legged mule

Freezin', rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah
Oh, hand out, faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar, oh yeah
Oh, dark grin, he can't help, when he's happy looks insane, oh yeah

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Life again, life again...

Kneelin', looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read, ooh yeah
Oh, prayin', now to something that has never showed him anything
Oh, feelin', understands the weather of the winters on its way
Oh, ceilings, few and far between all the legal halls of shame, yeah

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away...
Yeah!
Woo...ah yeah...fuck it up...

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah
Oh, whispering hands, gently lead him away
Him away, him away...
Yeah!
Woo...uh huh...yeah, yeah, mommy, mommy...

Outside of Needles I nearly lost my mind
I pulled over on the shoulder
Yeah, and I was there some time
A young thing came walking
From out behind the trees
She gave me consolations
And this is what she said to me

"Firebirds! Energy Weapons!
Both of these things are interesting to me
I don't care how you get them
I need them both and I need them urgently"

Yeah, I said I can get with that
Oh, I like those things, too
But I don't own a Firebird
Perhaps this Datsun will do
Outside of the valley
Yeah, we got to overheating
She took off her sunglasses
And said I believe this bears repeating

Outside of Barstow
We got to living on the lam
Sometimes doing odd jobs
And sometimes living off the land
Yeah, things went sour
And the girl, she got to packing
When I asked her why
She said, "There are two things you are lacking."

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Please Allow Me To Adjust My Pants
So That I May Dance The Good Time Dance
And Put The Onlookers And Innocent Bystanders Into A Trance

Give Disease So The Swine Will Marry And Propagate Lies.
Tough Luck For Elected Officials. The Beast You See Got Fifty Eyes.
Bring It On Home, Spread The Wealth. Play It Cool, The Hand's Been Dealt.
Now, All The Odds Are In Our Favor. Save The Victory Speeches For Later.

Streets On Fire, The Mob Goes Wild.

21 Guns, Box Made Of Pine, Letter From The Government Sealed And Signed
Delivered Federal Express On Your Mother's Doorstep.

Condoleeza Rice Is Nice, But I Prefer A-Roni.
And That Man On The T.V. Who Speaks To The Dead, You Know That Man's A Phony.
Everybody Move To Canada And Smoke Lots Of Pot.
Everybody Move To Canada Right Now. Here's How We Do It:
Bum Rush The Border Guard Before He And His Dog Ever Knew It.

Streets On Fire, The Mob Goes Wild.

21 Guns, Box Made Of Pine, Letter From The Government Sealed And Signed
Delivered Federal Express On Your Mother's Doorstep.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6o1pPE6l0Vo

Every day I wake up we drink a lot of coffee and watch the CNN
Every day I wake up to a bowl of clover honey and let the locusts fly in.
Lobsterbacks attack the town again
Wrap all my things in aluminum
Beams of darkness streak across the sky
Pink rays from the ancient satellite

Every time I look out my window same three dogs looking back at me.
Every time I open my windows cranes fly in to terrorize me.
The power of the Holy Ghost
The power of the Holy Ghost

Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calve

Swan diving off the tongues of crippled giants
International Business Machine
Choking on bits of barley bread crumbs
Oh this burning beard I have come undone.
Oh this burning beard I have come undone.
It's just as I've feared. I have, I have come undone.

Bugger, Bugger
Bugger dumb the last of academe.
Okkam's razor makes the cutting clean.
Shaven like a banker, lilac vegetal.
Break the glass ceiling and golden parachute on down.
The power of the Holy Ghost comes to town.

Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calve.
The seven habits of the highly infected calve.