That's where I Draw The Line
An indian summer
Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner
And rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night
And wrong all the right out of me
Pass me the vile and cross your fingers
It don't take time
Nowhere to Draw The Line
Hi we were singin' on your cowboy song
You told Carrie
And promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose
Lord it's such a crime
No dice honey
You're salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey
You're the only one who's got to choose
Where to Draw The Line
Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right
Impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Nowhere to Draw The Line
(Repeat)
Gettin' mighty spaced
Never had a taste
Of what you're goin' through
I can't bitch
Went from rags to riches
Then to ragtime screamin' the blues
(Chorus)
I Wanna Know Why
Everybody's good intentions
Try to make a fool outta me
I Wanna Know Why
Everybody's good intention
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool outta me
Swing low
Sweet cherry-o
When a strange love showed me the way
You see more
Can't keep a score
When the whore's comin' on for the play
(Chorus)
E. Poe
Eatin' crow
Wonder if he knowed that
Raven was mad
Time passed
And words lost the last
Of the thing he ever had
(Chorus)
Oh, play rough
Can't get enough
So the try to make a fool out of me
Lordy
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
Ain't foolin' me
You ain't foolin' me
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it
This is Critcal Mass
So far, so good
I heard the other say
So good, so far
They're takin' me away
I drink to you, your mind, her ass
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrake it
This is Critical Mass
Now the tallest of two
With a brush full of blue
Paints surrealist scenes on the wall
So I tell her for fun
That it's really well done
But she just ain't listenin' at all
She points to my heart
Tellin' me if I'm smart
I'll practise and phase
Out and admit, when the doesn't fit
And I went screamin' out down the hall
Need it
Need your love
Just then I heard a poundin' on the wall
We're all there, sang the voice of twenty more
I drink to your alas
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
We are the Critical Mass
Time and space is takin' me away
Time erase, don't know the time of day
(Chorus)
Can't give it up
Gotta give it up, give it up
C'mon Nancy
Can't give it up
Gotta Get It Up, Get it Up
For your fancy
Can't Get It Up,
Gotta Get It Up, Get it Up
C'mon Nancy
Can't Get It Up
Gotta Get It Up, Get It Up
Really have a good time
Really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath her clothesline
Really have a good time
Love me 'til the sun
(Chorus)
Get It Up and down and all around
Take a ride and paint the town
Slow me down and make it fast
Scream almost and make it last
You know you gotta
Really have a good time
You know you're really gonna
Really have a good time
Suckin' up the moonshine
Up underneath her clothesline
You know you really gonna
Really have a good time
You know you really wanna love me
'Til the sun can't Get It Up
(Chorus)
I got the sunlight blues
I can't find my shoes
The only thing on TV
Is the Good Morning News
The tricks of the night
Keepin' me in a daze
Open a bottle
And I'll pull down the shades
Glance in the mirror
Back into bed
Forget that it's day
Time to party again
(Chrous)
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Bright Light Fright
Give me the night
(Repeat)
(Repeat Chorus)
Only to deceive
Oh I know I
Lived this life before
Somehow I know now
Truths I must be sure
Tossin' turnin', nightmares burnin'
Dreams of swords in hand
Sailing ships, the Viking spits
The blood of father's land
Only to deceive
Living times of knights and mares
Raising swords for maidens fair
Sneer at death, fear only loss of pride
Living other centuries
Deja vú or what you please
Follows true to all who do or die
Screams of no reply
They died
Screams of no reply
And died
Lordy, Lordy, they died
I scream your name into the crowd
You feel the flame, but yo ain't proud
Maybe your attitude ain't right
So all that's left for me to do is bite
The Hand That Feeds me
Feeds me
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
All things you put me through
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites the Hand That Feeds me
In the middle of, with a spittle of
Et tu like birds of a feather
When another day, love another way
Push, shove, make love, play
Never never, never ever
Never ever, never ever
Na, na...
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Please do a-what you can
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Would you please give my life a hand
All the things you put me trough
What the hell you want me to
Do all the things that uncle John needs
I ain't the dog that bites The Hand That Feeds me, yeah
Doctor, doctor, doctor
Doctor, doctor, please
(Repeat)
Sight For Sore Eyes
She was a Sight For Sore Eyes
Playin' no fair, sleepin' under stairs
Downtown's a pity, takin' fair square
Under where it's pretty gritty
I turned the screw, she held the knife
Oh, holy Jesus, she's a Sight For Sore Eyes
Sight For Sore Eyes
She's a nitty gritty
Turnin' in style, walk a mile for your titty
Naked foul while under there
Under where it's pretty gritty
Hey, don't you know people
She's a love lust hussy
She left, oh she rust me
Dear old girl
She was a Sight For Sore Eyes
But she was sittin' pretty
A Sight For Sore Eyes
She was a nitty gritty
Sight For Sore Eyes
Peeled back and parted
Even at the start it was delight or demise
I feel like a leopard king
Sight For Sore Eyes
She was a Sight For Sore Eyes
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
You almost lost your love girl
When your old man ain't around
(Chorus)
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
And you best believe I love you baby
When your old man ain't around
(Repeat Chorus)
Round and round...
