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Engine Fire
02:26
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2. |
We Have a Dracula
02:28
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If you get out of line,
If you get out of order,
Cost us even a quarter,
Cost us even a dime,
We have a dracula we’ll use on you
If you don’t do what we want you to.
It would feel so right
To see you made a victim of the night.
He might be sometimes a bat.
He might be sometimes a beast,
But he is ours at least—
Getting ready for the feast.
We have a dracula we’ll use on you.
He’ll smell the blood we already drew.
It would feel so right
To know his bite.
It’s a cry for help.
It’s a cry for mercy.
From Hawaii to New Jersey,
Can’t you hear his Euro yelp?
We have a dracula we’ll use on you.
Please do what we can’t do.
It would feel so good
To drive home the stake of wood.
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3. |
Untrodden Ways
03:37
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In the Garden of Eden, Baby
There's nothing you can hide.
You can take all your clothes off
And just walk around outside.
There are plenty of leaves to cover
All your naughty bits.
The thing is, they are not naughty
On the Garden of Eden tip.
In the Garden of Eden
There's food for everyone,
But we don't eat the animals
We named them just for fun.
The apes and us, we stay off each other
Eating leafy plants for snacks.
I suppose you could even smoke them
With no monkey on your back.
In the Garden of Eden, Baby,
There's so much to do each day.
In the Garden of Eden
It's all okay.
In the Garden of Eden
We have animals that talk.
We don't think it's abnormal,
But watch out for the snakes that walk.
One tried to get our great-grandma into fruit
From a tree.
God said we must not eat it,
But the snake said we should really see.
In the Garden there's no reason
To punch and race and grab.
It's not the Garden of Eden you can't have.
Every morning I greet you.
I can see your lovely-Oww!
Where in hell did this thorn bush come from? What's this?
Sweat? On my brow?
What's that look that you have in your eyes? Do you want to
Conquer me?
I can't allow that to happen. I can't let that
Ever Be.
Every morning I greet you, baby,
On our petal-covered bed.
We go to work in the kingdom of the dead.
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5. |
I Go Everywhere
04:28
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I go everywhere with this giant
Beard hanging from my chin.
It appalls proper people everywhere
Who believe in...
I have a rather obnoxious hairdo
That hangs way down
My back, between my buns, between my legs. My hairdo makes a
Swishing sound.
Makes a swishing sound
When I walk around town.
I have a metal comma I
Stole from a store facade,
And I have a pair of cars I bought from a
Car store on North Broad.
I bought a drawing of Bo Derek's butt
Done by Bob Doyle.
And I have a bottle, do I have a bottle of
Eucalyptus oil.
Eucalyptus oil, and a
Petri dish of soil.
I'm drinking too much at these casual affairs.
I would really like to slow down considerable.
And I would like to have
This crazy ferris wheel stop on its
Hub and get rid of me.
Get rid of me.
I go everywhere.
I walk into bars with my hair and my beard
And I brag
About my comma and my cars and my Bob Doyle sketches.
I've been called a fag.
I've been called a fag.
Vomited in a grocery bag
From drinking too much at these casual affairs.
I would really like to slow down considerable.
And I would like to have
This crazy ferris wheel stop on its
Hub and get rid of me.
Get rid of me.
I go everywhere.
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6. |
On the Lake
03:41
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8. |
My Love is Like a Fire
04:32
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9. |
Stormy Skies
01:58
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