I got a heavy little number I got 42 wheels of pleasure and pain I got a heavy little number I'm gonna head it on down upon the Alice again Widda a paraliddic
This alligator engine This alligator man See him try to leave this swampland Drove it out across this land, and see All the guards get petrified As he
Back on the breadline by Hunters & Collectors Stand in line with your empty cup you`re still waiting for the future of all your living souls wait for
It's Boo Boo Kiss He's the King of Swing He's drawing blood He's the heart-throb of sob As he's bringing in the leeches We'll sing it to the ceiling It
Is that love in your eyes? Or just obsession? They're razor sharp! It's your disguise Your obsession! You mess my hair and tear my clothes Your obsession
(Jigga Jigga!) I was looking to see some dreams drip from your fingers I was working in that lonely place where memory lingers If there were words, if
I hear a little voice And it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces The little voice whinges for something loud and heavy A little line
Come around in the morning, and I come around at night Sniff it in the air in the morning light, yeah Here's love and the world well lost... Learned how
Good evening friends Better come gather round here on this sabbath Sunday Come on and slap your hands There's a hot wind and it's blowing through our
If I don't come home before midnight And I call out your name in the dark You'll know that I've been tempted And I'll know that I've got no heart And
This song is dedicated to the sacred beaches of this great nation Where fifty thousand naked men and women prime their bodies With intensive care barrier
Here is change's basement house Here is adventure for seven years But I never could swallow a sinner's pride And it filled her face with tears And every
I asked her to sing in her Fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair But she said NO Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west I'm burning up,
(Loading out at the Hardware Club) They didn't like the way I lugged it Didn't like the way I groaned Didn't like the way I shook it all up Didn't like
(Ray Charles) One of these days, and it won't be long You're gonna look for me and I'll be gone Because I believe I said I believe right now Well I believed
I'm on a sixty-five year holiday Oh sleepy day, ungrateful night Kissing the bricks in the afternoon Go go go, go dead slow So we'll never never work
Halo Payload The hubcap of this life Is in that contraption on the corner We're loading lots of useless things Into that contraption on the corner And
(I've lost my tweezers) At this late stage of the game you cannot tell If it is night or if it's daytime And I've come around to your door To muck around
