1. Land of Sunshine

2. Caffeine

3. Midlife Crisis

4. RV

5. Smaller and Smaller

6. Everything’s Ruined

7. Malpractice

8. Kindergarten

9. Be Aggressive

10. A Small Victory

11. Crack Hitler

12. Jizzlobber

13. Midnight Cowboy

14. Easy

You have a winning way, so keep it, your future

You are an angel heading for a land of sunshine

And fortune is smilling upon you.

Prepare for a series of comfortable miracles

from fasting to feasting

And life to you is a dashing, bold adventure.

So sing, and rejoice.

And look for the dream that keeps coming back, your future

Pat yourself on the back and give yourself a handshake

Cuz everything is not yet lost....

Does life seem worthwhile to you?

HERE´S HOW TO ORDER!

YES, mhm...

Now for next question:

Does emotional music, have quite an effect on you?

Do you feel sometimes that age is against you?

Sing, and rejoice.

Yes, that interesting

but tell me, do you often seen a whiskle just for fun.

I-I can help, I can help you, I can help you help youself!

Does life seem worthwhile to you?

HERE’S HOW TO ORDER!

Varicose, Comatose, Senile.

Pour shame all over us , harder into a crust

--------cement--------

Forget the glamour and, mumble a jackhammer

--------under your breath--------

Hide your face in the curtains

Better unsaid, so close

And it rolls of the tongue, ALMOST.

The world expects the pose, perfectly natural

---------lossen up---------

Smearing wet concrete, and swearing you’ll never be

--------- caught ---------

At your weakest, etched in stone

And we’re frozen here, peaking

ALMOST, sweet talk, CAFFEINE.

Make Contact, up to my neck,

I confess in Quicksand.

"But it’s so easy for you"

" There’s always one thing"

" Do you have something to tell me?"

"Say something", "Anything"

I’m warning you, I’m warning you, I’m fucking you, I’m warning you

"Relax", "It’s just a phase"

"You’ll grow out of it"

Believe anything, anyone ever tells you

It’s not funny anymore...

It’s the thing you hate the most....

The thing you hate the most...

the thing you hate ALMOST.

 Go on and wring my neck

Like when a rag gets wet

A little discipline

For my pet genius

My head is like lettuce

Go on dig your thumbs in

I cannot stop giving

I’m thirty something.

Sense of security

Like pockets jingling

Midlife Crisis

Suck ingenuity

Down trough the family tree...

You’re perfect, yes, it’s true

But without me you are only you (you are only...)

Your menstruating heart

It ain’t bleedin’ enough for two.

It’s a Midlife Crisis.

What an inheritance

the salt and the kleenex

Morbid self attention

Bending my pinky back.

A little discipline

A donor by habit

A little discipline

Rent an opinion.

Sense of security

Holding blunt instrument

Midlife Crisis

I’m a perfectionist

And perfect is a skinned knee.

It’s a Midlife.............. Crisis.....

 Backside melts into the sofa

My world, my TV, and my food

Besides listening to my gurgle,

Ain’t much else to do

Yeah, I sweat a lot

MHM OH AH SHEET OH

Pants fall down every time I bend over

And my feet itch

Yeah -- I married a scarecrow.

I hate you

Talkin’ to myself

Everybody’s starin’ at me

I’m only bleeding.

Someone taps me on the shoulder every five minutes

Nobody speaks English anymore

Would anybody tell me if I was getting stupider?

I hate you

Talkin’ to myself

You don’t feel it after awhile

You take the beating.

I’m a swingin’ guy

Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod

And swing ------ Toss me inside a hefty

And put me in the ground.

A drink needs me

-I don’t-

I ain’t about to guzzle no tears

So kiss my ass

Newscasters, cockroachs, and deserts.

Where are the kids?------ oh I don’t know

Maybe pregnant or on drugs or on welf

Are on top of the world,

On the honor roll on paroleon the Dodgers on the back of milk cartoon

Son takes in the middle of cornfield

Son covers of future history books

on old lady’s mantles walkin’ on water nailedon crosses

I think it’s time I had a talk wih my kids

I’ll just tell’em what my daddy told me:

You ain’t never gonna amount to nothin’.

 Drought makes the worker dreams

Muscles and fields of green

Shovel the last few crumbs of generosity

Open heart, open mind, open mouth, open vein

Drain,

Someday the rains will come

My blistered hands tell me

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

Bite, Bite, Bite, Cry.......

Smaller and Smaller and smaller

I’ll keep coming back, smaller and smaller and smaller

Squash me, smaller and smaller and smaller

Under the charity, smaller and smaller and smaler

Under the topsoil, smaller and smaller and smaller

Under the tingernail, smaller and smaller and smaller

Then small becomes all becomes all........

Bite, Bite, Bite, Cry.

It's not a mirage

It's not a mirage

Trickling downward, trickling downward

It's not a mirage

Drain, Drain.

Bite, Bite, Bite, Cry.

Shovel the last few crumbs of generosity.

Smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller.........

Things worked out better than we had planed

Capital from boy, woman and man

We were like ink and paper

Numbers on a calculator

Knew arithmetic so well

Working overtime.

Completed what was assigned

We had to multiply ourselves.

A bouncing little baby

A shiny copper penny.

And he spent himself

Would not listen to us

But when he lost his appetite

He lost his weight in friends.

Baby became a fat nickel so fast

Then came puberty......Exponentially

Soon our boy became a million.

People loved him so

And help him to grow

Everyone knew the thing that was best

Of course, he must invest.

A penny won’t do.

But he made us proud

He made us rich

But how were we to know he’s counterfeit.

Now everithing’s ruined.

The crowd roars

It’s deep and so unhealthy

The rest you know

I’ll feel the hands that feed me.

Cold hands. Your hands

Cover my mouth

While I’m staring into bright lights.

Applause.

The crowd roars

The rest you know

Ten lovers violating.

Cured, discharged

Reach back inside.

Knucle white

Ruffle white.

The crowded roars

They ruined and repaired me

The rest you know

The hands removed the bad thing

Miracle.

Return to my own vomit like a dog

Rhymes and giggles muffle the dialogue

Carve my inttials in a tree, I will never leave

Maybe one day I’ll be royalty.

Kingdom, kindergarten.

Born late, will I graduate?

Drinking fountains are shorter than they used to be

The swings on the playground don’t even fit me anymore

Folklore:

Nobody’s supposed to believe in the next grade

Write it a hundred times.

Kingdom, kindergarten.

Waiting

Bells not ringing.

Everithings got quit suddenly; no dolby

And the theatre is empty

Film is flapping on the side of the protector

The rell is over

Banished with my sticky shoes and stinging eyes

I’m walking outside.

Kingdom, kindergarten.

Born late, will I graduate?

 I started this

It’s all for me, what yours is mine and mine is mine,that’s plain to see

So give it up

I’ve got to have.

I swallow, I swallow, I swallow, I swallow.

Be aggressive, B-e aggressive

B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e

What someone else (someone else)

Would leave behind,and spit it out, let go to waste, I claim as mine

You’re my flavor (my flavor)

of the week.

......I swallow.......I swallow.....

......Aggressive, Aggressive, Aggressive....

Tall and reckless

Ugly seed, reach down my throat, you filthy bird, that’s all I need

This empty pit, I’ve got to feed, To prove I’m fit, A helthy man, I’ve got to be

Malnutrition, my submision, you are the master, and I take it on my knees

Ejaculation, tribulation

I swallow, I swallow, I swallow, I swallow

Be aggressive. B-e aggressive

B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e

Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Win.

 A hierarchy

Spread out on the night stand

The spirit of team

Salvation is another chance.

A sore loser

Yelling with my mouth shut.

A cracking portrait

The fondling of trophies

The null of losing

Can you afford that luxury?.

A sore winner

But I’ll just keep my mouth shut.

It shouldn’t bother me

But it does.

The small victories

The cankers and medallions

Tee let on my flames

They keep me thinking that someday.

I might beat you

But I‘ll just keep my mouth shut.

.

It shouldn’t bother me

But it does.

If I speak at one constant volume, at one constant pitch,

At one constant rhythm, right into your ear, you still won’t hear.

You still won’t hear.

You still won’t hear....

(You still won’t hear...)

 ...Nine, eight, eleven, zero, two......

Sink the eight ball

Buy the lady a drink

And nobody knows my name

Bodies float up

From the bottom of the river

Like bubbles in fine champagne.

He’s the one, no doubt

Walking on a tightrope

He’s the one, no doubt.

Got a gash on my head

And a grin on my face

And a shadow called danger

Hidin’ in the sheets

And on the streets

In the heart of every stranger.

Here he comes, look out

We´re dependin’ on you

Here he comes, look out.

Sweat on the brow

And a tap on the phone

And lives are on the line

Pick up the briefcase

On a high speed chase

Breathin’ by the roll of the dice.

Reachin’ up to the top

Teach the world a lesson

Reachin’ up to the top.

"In regards to

My usage of the drug.....

It modified my personality

to the extent that I was

Highly irritable."

"I was like a crack hitler"

Keep up the fight

And in the wink of an eye

Never give up

Ooh....ahh....

Look out.

They will sum it all up in a sentence

A verdict made by those who know

I'm ready to make a commitment

I'm willing to make love to concrete

Smiles, bruises, smiles, bruises

Bars in the womb

I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch

My time

Is spilt milk.

My skin is a layer of soot

I’m spending my days scrubbing

I’m trying so hard to act like nothing happened

(No one left to blame)

I’m trying so hard to find that fresh, clean smell

(No one left to blame).

Smiles, bruises, smiles, bruises

Bars in the womb

I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch

My time

Is spilt milk.

Cruel words sleep above me

Mounting and teasing

I am what I’ve done

I am what I’ve done

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

Sorry

Sorry

Sorry

(Instrumental).

Know it sounds funny but I just can't stand the pain

Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow

Seems to me girl you know I've done all I can

You see I begged, stole and I borrowed

Yeah, uhuuuu ! ! !

That's why I'm easy

I'm easy like Sunday morning

That's why I'm easy

I'm easy like Sunday morning

I wanna be high

So high

I wanna be free to know the things I do are right

I wanna be free

Just me, Oh baby ........ uh ! !

That's why I'm easy

I'm easy like Sunday morning

That's why I'm easy

I'm easy like Sunday morning