[YodaM]

Judgment, Rage, Retribution and Thyme

When I look in the mirror
In front of me
In any old mirror
That's in front of me
Trouble trouble
Is all I see

The shadow I cast
Is dark and long
Beware of my shadow
It's dark and long
When I turn your corner
You best be gone

Since the day of my birth
I've known I wasn't right
Ooh ooh ooh
I'm not right
Got something awful
Living inside

Look out

Well, I'm at the end of my rope
And the end of my days
At the end of my rope
At the end of my days
Gonna storm the Pearly Gates
And make them pay


Generation Spokesmodel

I got these looks
That just won't quit
I got at least
A half of some kind of wit
I got a guitar
Check it out I'm a star
Hey kids, how would I look on
The cover of Spin?

Well, well
We're all gone
Well, well
Right on, right on, right on

Listen to my songs
I guarantee you'll relate
Look at me
Recognize your face
My daddy's rich
And my mama's good lookin', yeah
Hush little baby
So am I

Well, well
We're all gone
Well, well
Right on, right on, right on

I'm the spokesmodel of your generation, baby
I'll lose my shirt for ventilation

Thanks to the kids
For making me who I am
Twenty percent of the gross
Goes straight to the man

Well, well
We're all gone
Well, well
Right on, right on, right on


What Moves the Heart?

Well, the moon moves the ocean with its pull
And the sun keeps arising over the hill
Bodies in motion
Mixing emotions
Why oh why oh why
Won't my heart be still?

What moves the heart?
What moves the heart?
What moves, what moves
What moves the heart?

Yeah, the heart keeps beating with a presence of mind
Blood pressure rise when you walk by
Gravitate to your pull
I gravitate to your pull
Trail the end of your orbit
Like some kind of satellite

What moves the heart?
What moves the heart?
What moves, what moves
What moves the heart?

What moves the heart?
What moves the heart?
What moves the heart?


Today, is a Good Day

Nothing but dust
Dripping out the pump
The cows are milking blood
God only knows what that is
Raining down from above

Today is a good day

The crops are all diseased
Rotten fish line
the dried river bed
Orphan cries fill the valley
Nearly every mother's dead

I can't help but wonder
Can't help but wonder
Can't help but wonder
Will you be next?

Today is a good day
Today is a good day
I still got you

Watching you in your fitful sleep
There's one thing I pray
Please, please God
Let tomorrow be as good as today

Today is a good day
Today is a good day
I still got you


Into Yer Shtik

You're so tormented
Demented
Indebted
To all the assholes just like you
Who've come and gone before you
Predictable
Just plain dull
Why don't you
Blow your brains out, too?
You're so into yer shtik

You're so hounded
Ungrounded
Surrounded
By scum sucking leeches
Who will shovel your shit
Sweep your dessert
Both before and after it
Feed your ego
They never tell you no
All of you
Make me sick
You're so into yer shtik

And they're all into your shtik

Well, Mitchell's got a new girl
She's nineteen
Hollywood model
Star of the screen
She's up here
To support the scene
It's all part
Of his rock and roll fantasy

Stan was at the bar
With bandaged hands
They tried to dry him out
And he got mad
Cut his fist
Punching hospital glass
Made his myth
Now he's trapped

Susie's just a girl
Who's doing her job
That came to New York
And wanted a car
Working with the management
To the stars
Kissing ass
Is a part of her job

It's part of her job
Yeah, it's part of her job
Oh she loves her job
What the hell
She does it so well

I'm not perfect
I've lived a life of mistakes
I'm not perfect
But there's one thing I can't take
You are into yer shtik
You're so into yer shtik
And they're so into yer shtik
Fuck you, you make me sick


In My Finest Suit

I can't remember
The day I was born
But I can clearly see
The day I die
A lot of wrong went on
Between the two
You came along
And somehow made it right

I got you
I got a lot to lose
Yeah, I got you
Got a lot, a lot to lose

I came naked
Into this world
Unprepared
For the noble truth
Got wrapped up
In a web of lies
On the day I die
They'll wrap me in my finest suit

Well, I got my suit
And I got you
I got a lot to lose
Got a lot, a lot to lose
I'd give up anything for you

Wish I could
Do what you did for me
Wish I could
Make it all worth while
Do you need me
Like I need you?
Will you be with me
On the day I die?

I got you
That's a lot to lose
Got a lot, a lot to lose
Got a lot, a lot, a lot to lose
I'll give up everything for you


F.D.K. (Fearless Doctor Killers)

Daddy was a rapist
For the word of God
Even Baptist preachers
Got to get off
Had the sisters
Of the congregation
Down on their knees
My ma was one of these

He told them
"Be fruitful, multiply
Be fruitful, multiply"

Mama says I'm lucky
That I'm here at all
Daddy refused to pay
What that evil doctor cost
Daddy was a right
And righteous man
Didn't want his first born son
Dumped in no garbage can

Save the baby
Kill the doctor
Save the baby
Kill the doctor

I'm all for life
Until the bastard's born
After that
He's out on his own
And if he does crime
Trying to survive
I'll make damn sure
He gets electrified

Save the baby
Kill the doctor
Save the baby
Kill the doctor

I kill for you
Baby Jesus
I kill for you
Little baby Jesus


Orange Ball-Peen Hammer

Running nightly
Through the streets of Jacksonville
Seeking out swampy refuge
In some Florida glade
Ain't no refuge
In the Everglades, my friend
No buffalo
Live in the Everglades

Ball-peen hammer
Gunning for my head
Florida buffalo
Long since dead

Squeeze my orange
Until the juice runs down my leg
Caught in the movie house
Orange juice on my leg
Landed in jail
Lost my turn
Let me tell you now
A day without orange juice
Is like a night in jail

Ball-peen hammer
Gunning for my head
Running with orange juice
Dripping down my leg

Ball-peen hammer
Gunning for my head
Florida orange juice
Dripping down my leg

Ball-peen hammer
Gunning for my head
Florida buffalo
Long since dead


Crankcase Blues

Got that crankshaft sticking
Straight into your center line
When the piston goes down
Your blood is sure to poison your mind

Got a broke down engine
But you're not losing any speed
Going downhill so fast
You're sure to burn, sure to burn
Sure to burn and bleed

Fully cranked, weeks at a time
Believing you're some kind of machine
She gave you water
When you asked for gasoline

Got a broke down engine
But you're not losing any speed
Going downhill so fast
You're sure to burn, sure to burn
Sure to burn and bleed

Got a mess of problems
You insist on telling everyone
Too bad, too bad, too bad
Your motor mouth still runs and runs

Got a broke down engine
You're not losing any speed
Going downhill so fast
You're sure to burn, sure to burn
Sure to burn and bleed


Execution Style

You got me on the chopping block
Threatening to cut me up
If that's the way you get your kicks
Come on, make it clean and quick

I don't care what you do
I just want to get next to you
Execution style

Baby, baby, I'm hanging loose
Dangling on the end of your nose
Squeeze it so my neck will snap
You know I'm digging where you're at

I just want to get next to you
I don't care what you do
I don't care what you do
I just want to get next to you
Execution style

Baby, baby, I don't care
Strapped to the electric chair

I just want to get next to you
I don't care what you do
I don't care what you do
I just want to get next to you

Execution style


Dissolve

Watch me
Now

They line them up
They make them stand tall
They line them up
Just to watch 'em fall

Oh I don't think I can take no more
And I don't think I want no more
Gonna walk right through that open door
And lock it tight behind me

No, I don't like it here
No, I don't like at all
No, I don't like it here
Watch me while I dissolve

I'm gone
But I know where to find you
If I want to
I'm gone


1995

Well, it's 1995, my friend
Now we're closing in on the end
Another year for you and me
Time to recognize what you see

What you looking at
What you looking at
What are you looking at?
What are you looking at?

It's 1995 all right
They say I'm lucky to be alive
Yeah, me and everybody else
Along with you and everybody else
Huh

What you looking at
What you looking at
What the fuck are you looking at?
What are you looking at?

It's getting ugly


(untitled)

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ta 'nikool uoy era thaw
ta 'nikool uoy era kcuf eht thaw...

(the album is recorded backwards up to "What moves the heart?")