Morning After Lyrics
calcutta streams from porchlights where we opened up our party gifts and you fell down the stairs on purpose and you drive to europe in the rain your hair's done up but no one's gonna see it well maybe you should drive me home, home what could be so wonderful about this


Hail to the shaman and his cardboard drum and the riffraff

Dancing in the sun

I sing for thee

Praise to the ugly and the dispossessed and the genius born of

The vipers nest

You have set me free

Hey, you cranks and you clowns with your heads hanging down

I bring good tidings to you

For all the talent that he has jehovah dont play jazz like the devil do



See the rose sprung from the heap of dung

The shafthorse hot and heavy hung shamelessly

Check the star dust oozing in the mud on it pilgrimage to flesh and blood

Now aint that you and me

Hey, you shakespeares in rags little heretics and hags

To thine own self be true

Well, he may be beautiful and king but jehovah he dont swing like the devil



Birdman, birdman, whats the word, man

Into the night we go

Billie, billie, knock me silly

Sing to me soft and low

Save me from losing my soul to a heaven as cold as ice

Id sooner be a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise


Clean Plastic Baby Lyrics
Oh! What Joy! A child of our own... Oooh, such a handsome child. With a fusebox smile. I think he's trying to speak now. But he's got nothing to say. He must have nothing to say. Nothing, you say? He's all mine. I cannot hate you. Why should I bother? I never f

The Sentinel Lyrics
"Mylord, forgive me, for I have sinned. has tempted me yet again, until I found myself judging all the sinners around me. I know I should feel pity, but my anger blinds me. But my anger blinds me."