WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND Pick you up in the suburbs tomorrow. We won't tell, they won't follow. Pack your bags, and put all your trust in me. Never had a gun to his head, that's what he said, that's why I shot him dead, with the vengance that his daughter fed. I've always been a sucker for a brown eyed, punk rock girl, and for her I'd shoot the world. (CHORUS) Shoot him down. Shoot him down for all the nightmares. Shoot him down. What goes around will come around. Shoot him down. your father is also your pain. I love you and for us I'll shoot him down.
No remorse. We've got no time to look back. The cop is on our trail and we're driving in a Topaz. Stuck in no-man's land, between the body and mind. "Drop your gun!... Put your hands behind your head!" Turn around, pop a clip, hit him in his chest. Home free, and we're headed for the border. Spending time in Mexico, Tijuana. Drown our shame then start our lives again, in California. (CHORUS) Next thing I know, I'm all alone in a motel. No explanation, no letter goodbye. I can't promise much, but I do promise this. I promise to find you. So I can remind you. I loved you and for us I shot him down.

ARM TO ARM Another fucking day, it's still a nine to five, I swear. I don't want to reach the top. I don't want to be a millionare. I know that it may sound crazy, but it's driving me insane. Staring out the window of another fucking train. (CHORUS) We're walking arm to arm. I won't follow. Arm to arm. I won't lead. Arm to arm. Beside me until tomorrow. Arm to arm. You're walking arm to arm with me. I'm feeling kind of homesick when I smell the old pine tree. I felt you in the breeze, I close my eyes, it's not so easy for me. Once or twice, three times a charm. We were walking arm to arm. I wanted that for so damn long, but now it's gone. I've never been so wrong. Drop me a line. Tell me everything that I've been missing. Won't you drop me a line. Tell me where you're gonna be when I get home. 2000 years more won't end this war, my brother. Half empty, half full. You're pushing, I'm pulling. Back in '96, sometimes I sit and reminisce. Took the train to Hoboken, I didn't know it then, but that is when I found my place outisde this so-called structured life. Married to my only love and music is my wife. (CHORUS)

GUILTY PLEASURES It could've been different if I sang the song so long ago, and now I'm feeling like I'm stuck in slow motion again. But all I've got is time. Running around in circles, just to find that peace of mind. And you know I'm gonna get what's mine. I've lost touch, too much sympathy. Follow me, don't bother me. Fragments of each sentence representing anything I think. And still I try to smile, and still I try to laugh. And still I'll never change, I'm stuck here studying the past. So count me in. No, count me out, because it happened again. (CHORUS) It could've been. Should've been. Would've been different. It could've been.
It could've been different if the frgaments of each sentence were reminiscent of a sing-along song I sang so long ago. And still I try to smile, and still I try to laugh, just to find that peace of mind. And you know I'm gonna get what's mine. So count me in. No, count me out, because it happended again. (CHORUS) Forget about apologies, I'm not a sorry kid. So sing along with me. Same song we used to sing.

BLOOMFIELD AVE. She falls fast asleep, in her Glassboro apartment, dreaming of what she wants to be. So she just organizes photographs she's taken in this year that's past, loves nothing more, adores her memories. Does she miss any kiss, that I placed upon her lips. Does she have a photograph of me at all? That day she walked away. I turned my head and didn't pay attention, said California is my final fall. Last time I saw her was the first time that I saw her cry. She had a boyfriend and a tattoo of a butterfly. Biology, photography ambition, was enough for her to leave me. I swore I'd find on the other side. Bloomfield Ave. I'm sick of pickin' through the dumpster. A meal. I hold a gun but I can't feel it to my head, hum a song, say goodnight, it's all wrong. It's alright. I close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite. Close my eyes and take a bite, bite, bite. Close my eyes and take a bit. (CHORUS)Another thing I should've said, light another cigarette, another thing I left behind ashes to ashes we all fall down. I'm homeless on the west, she's on the east. I only wish that I could see her one more time. To remind her that I love her and I shot him down. Now she's in that crazy town again. Hitchhike my way across the states. I'm banging on the door. She's passed out on the floor. Sawed off shotgun by her side, no one heard her cry. My tears roll down the wood of our old neighborhood. I saw her through the window but I didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down. Didn't have the strength to knock it down. Down. Down. Didn't have the strength to knock it down.

HARD TO IMPRESS You say that you don't know me and you couldn't if you tried and your ignorance amazes me with every single lie. You say one thing and mean it then but then you can't decide. I would like to know. What did I do to earn your disrespect? An overrated importance of superior intellect. The words I say are not as big but does that mean a thing. I guess that I'll just stop. Trying to impress. (CHORUS) I look at you and wonder what you're thinking. And what you say when I turn my back to you. Your arrogance powers your ego. You say that I don't know you but I've tried and tried and tried and I don't know what you're thinking when you look into my eyes. Is it positive or is it negative the trend. And it's funny the way you thought of me when I thought that we were friends. I'm glad it all worked out. The way I knew it would. I'm glad that I can stop. Trying to impress. (CHORUS)

SAN FRANCISCO PAYPHONE One year ago today, I tossed away, a quarter that I should've saved. I faked a farwell fantasy and misbehaved. I never made an effort. My conscience went. After all the time I spent. The dollars that I dropped on you, I thought you'd say you miss me too. So here I am, a friend, the end, I meant to disregard that birthday card, nailed upon your wall he sent. I meant to turn my eyes from everything. I shouldn't see. An oath I took, you kissed my cheek. Cried yourself to sleep, but never would you admit to me. (CHORUS) I always laughed when you laughed. Cried when you cried. Danced when you danced. I lied. San Francisco payphone. So far from home. So many friends, and I'm alone. I faked a farewell fantasy. I lied. You bother me. My conscience gone. This conversation's dragging on. There was once upon atime when you would miss me too. So here I am, a friend, the end, I meant to disregard that birthday card, nailed upon your wall he sent. I meant to turn my eyes from everything. Never made a promise. An oath I took, I kissed your cheek. Cried myself to sleep, I won't admit that you see. (CHORUS)

WRECK OF THE SLOOP JOHN B I found these lyrics here We come on the sloop John B My grandfather and me Around Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well I feel so broke up I want to go home So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home The first mate he got drunk And broke in the Cap'n's trunk The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff John Stone Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home (Hoist up the John B's sail) Hoist up the John B I feel so broke up I wanna go home Let me go home The poor cook he caught the fits And threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my corn Let me go home Why don't they let me go home This is the worst trip I've ever been on So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home

NEVERENDING STORY Neverending story but the lesson went untold. She knew it all along if she just could take control of the situation. Investigation. Try to tell the story even though she couldn't take it. Was it suicide? Why did she have to pull the trigger? Was it burning her inside? Or did she have an itchy finger? Can't shake that picture. It's not the way I want to miss her. I can't believe that all the memories just fade away. (CHORUS) Next thing I know, I'm a cult. I'm trying to get the hell out but Mephisto ain't no motherfucking joke. I could choke, but instead I clear the smoke. Take a step back try to clear my head and find myself again. I don't need your help because you're not my fucking friend! Blind man stood by the road and he cried. Blind stood by the road and he cried. Blind man stood by the road and he cried. He was lost without her. He couldn't move on. He tried to find salvation with a needle in his arm. He can't feel it. He's fucking numb. He asked for my help. I told him, "You're the only one who can save yourself. You've got to grip real tight. The battle's half won if you make it through the night." Neverending story. Never seems to bore me. I go to sleep at night just to dream it all away.

THINKING ABOUT THINGS (I THINK TOO MUCH) I just said I love you to a girl I haven't seen since December, I remember, she was close enough to me. Now I'm growing up and throwing 'round some words to reassure, that I'll always love her, because I loved her once before. And I don't care cuz I'm backed into a corner, and lifen's not fair, so I'm breakin' all the rules. Day by day don't walk away. "you've got a good thing going on," I tell myself it's like throw it all away or stick around. Around away with it I don't wanna stay with it. Pass it on. Be strong, hold on, not long ago and every day is the same thing, tomorrow is the same thing. I hold my head in my hand. (CHORUS) Everything that I do, everything that I say, everything that I am, everything seems so wrong. Am I dramatic or am I empathizing with myself? If it's selfish, I don't want it, but I know it too damn well to forget it. Forget it. I don't want it anymore, and I just said I love you to a girl I loved before.

ALONE IN A CROWD (Thanks to Kyle for typing these & giving them to me.)
Cemetery break the stone Mom was right, shoulda stayed at home Seems like all the good old days are gone Back and forth and side to side A lonely boy, a mans disguise Another silhouette against the sky Overcome the obstacle of animosity Take me to my old back yard, security and family When all is said and all is done Iım not the only one When all is said and all is done Take it all for granted, I donıt mind its all been handed down to me But ill give it back someday Once upon a time a tale, began on a television now I watch it slowly spin away Overcome the obstacle of animosity Take me to my old back yard, security and family When all is said and all is done Iım not the only one When all is said and all is done Clean the slate, turn the page Lonely boy has paved the way Mom was right, I should have stayed at home When all is said and all is done Iım not the only one When all is said and all is done Iım not the only one When all is said and all is done Iım not the only one When all is said and all is done seems like all the good old days are gone

HIDDEN TRACK I got my four banging Ford truck glasspacks in the back gun rack tachometer and my brand new Napa hat stopping on the way home pick up a 12 pack from the nudie bar on the boulevard 3 miles from my shack Hope I don't have to beat the wife again just wanna drink beer with my friends then we'll go drunk driving in my big ass truck again