In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D 
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat 
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe 
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park 

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshy)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare 
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber 
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? 
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz) 
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? 
(drive-by body-pierce) 
(yo bring it on down) 
soooooooyy.... 
(chorus backwards)
(I'm a driver, I'm the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it) 

Soy un perdedor 
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? 
(I can't believe you) 
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? 
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? 
[repeat] 
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby) 
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? 
(Know what I'm sayin'?) 

lazy flies all hovering above
the magistrate he puts on his gloves
and he looks to the clouds
all pink and disheveled
there must be some blueprints,
some creed of the devil
inscribed in our minds
a hideous game
vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust
out in the mangroves 
the mynah birds cry
in the shadows of sulphur
the trawlers drift by
they're chewing dried meat
in a house of disrepute
the dust of opiates
and syphilis patients
on brochure vacations
fear has a glare that traps you
like searchlights
the puritans stare
their souls are fluoresecent
the skin of a robot
vibrates with pleasure
matrons and gigolos
carouse in the parlor
their hand grenade eyes
invalid and blind 

vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust 

(when the fat man shaving in the Pullman washroom
grunts, "what's this?")

leave me on the moon
I must be coming back too soon
pieces of pieces laying upon
somebody's walking on my hands
leave me on the moon
everybody knows it's true
everything is good as long it's stays still
coins jingle in my brain

you've been watching me
through your jewelry
sending rings around my hands
now that I'm near you
I slowly disappear you
your fingernails are much too long

leave me on the moon
you can stay there too
seems like everybody's just
floating away
while I tie myself down
while I tie my.....

kiss the grass, slay a hag
feel the ?? freedom fag
get up early, do your chores
chase the murder with the rancid pores

???
the haunted beast with faces flayed
silver children make a fuss
??? with molten puss

??? crack their ???
with??? wings on ten-cent breath
revolution ??? fist
??? angel piss

flower-powered wussy songs
solid darkness goddess show
breathing heirlooms thru the hour
from the cradle lost their power

drinking up delicious ghost
they eat themselves from coast-to-coast
dancing in their bandages
the victims grow leaving messages

??? cocaine blast, 
earthly mothers with flattened chests
slurpy gardens, mystic hours
fried vibrations over-power

???? of their hair
???? and underwear
crazy wires fuse their brains
drinking water sugar cane

playing drums and broken ???
??? gods and iron boots
soaring wicked love control
circus storm and demon skull

entering the solar ???
???, crystal clear
thrashing in the astral glow
flashing in their fleshly show

drinking up delicious ghost
they eat themselves from coast-to-coast
dancing in their bandages
the victims grow leaving messages

(this looks like a job for the Mystery Lyric Expert!--Deborah)

(Play us a tune on an unbroken spinet and let the bells ring, 
let the bells ring. Play music now! Play us a tune on an 
unbroken spinet. Do not strike music from old broken keys.
Do not make ghosts with faded tinklings on the yellowed
board, but play us a tune on an unbroken spinet.)

Let's go moon some cars
yeah, let's go moon some cars
yeah, let's go moon some cars, my friend
yeah, let's go moon some cars.

Let's go steal some beer
yeah, let's go steal some beer
yeah, let's go steal some beer, my friends 
yeah, let's go steal some beer.

Hooo!

Let's go set something on fire
yeah, let's go set something on FIRE!!
yeah, let's go set something on fire, my friend
let's go set something on fire.

Let's go shoot some pigs
well, let's go shoot some pigs
yeah, let's go shoot some pigs
let's go shoot some pigs.

Let's go steal some beer
yeah, let's go steal some beer
yeah, let's go steal some beer, my friends 
let's go steal some beer.

hooooo! yeah
(whooping and hollering)

(distorted repeated background theme: "Barukh Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melekh ha-Olam")

(spoken)
That's the holiday...
that's the Hanukkah robot funk
(ba-rum-pa-pum-pum uh.)
Right about now...
gonna drop some Hanukkah science
yeah, hmm, uh--this is it...

I press a button make the gentleman cry
I rock a beat to make the hamburger fry
I funk this joint and check out holiday gear
The system booming strictly Pioneer 
under the rear
bringing a tear
I turn it out in a holiday mode
safe like a seatbelt in a Volvo
keeping it real like a spray-snow tree
we'll shut it down harmoniously
rockin' softly
808 beats

(rap) I get this shit lit like a menorah
funk so illegal I think I might need a lawyer
not a firestarter but my beats get hotter
even amount like an allowance (??) 
footwear riot (??) New Balance
hanukkah pimp on a check
like a micro rock(??) gettin' in a sweat (??)
Neal's mackin' track
ejaculatin' on buffet tables and record labels
willin' and able
bring my funk in place of each beat (???)
lifestyles of the slick and sleazy
spin around and around like a dreidel
kind of science that puts you back in the cradle
shit, sometimes this track's so poignant 
somebody please pass me some kind of ointment
put these rhymes together like a thief
clear up your nose like a eucalyptus leaf
dropping science, you don't even know what hits you
next thing you know you're 13 and get a bar mitzvah


(background: "His Eminence is gay.")

I get down, I get down, I get down all the way
yeah yeah yeah yeah ooohhhhhh
I get down, I get down, I get down all the way, etc.

Hanukkah pimp [x20]
Pimpin'!!!!

(assorted noises, "menorah, menorah, menorah.......and my book (??)")

I don't want no cryin'
all upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
who got no place to be
you call me up on tuesday
I'll be stuck on Sunday night
lookin' for some good things
to make me feel alright

when I snap my fingers
when I walk the line
when I get my money
I'll be killin' time
time is killin' something
it's just to small to care
runnin' through the jungle
lookin' for your hair

someone's talkin' backwards
lookin' for a fight
puttin' on a lampshade
cuz you're shinin' way too bright
I don't want no cryin
I don't want no pain
I don't want no lonesome life
on a broken train

[scream] Ahhhhhhhhhh!!
[spoken in background:] "pull out the big one, too.....nice."

You only got one finger left
And it's pointing at the door
And you're taking for granted
What the Lord's laid on the floor
So I'm picking up the pieces
And I'm putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
To give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
You'll do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
Titantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
Move on up the hill, there's nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
odelay, odelay
Just passing through
odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay

Going back to Houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some PANTS.....