29 lie under amidst the stream
Elevated to less humdrum dreams
Suffocated by greed and negligence
Superimposed fake intelligence
No dead canary to warn them
No heroes in a cage
Gaseous clay an underground tombstone
A river runs thru it, septic and odorous
Specific warnings noted and ignored
Smoking guns still smoking on the floor
Poisons no more brought back home
Nor bread, bacon, love or ham on the bone
Balloon moon I’ll be down soon
Maybe sooner than you know it
30 ft flames light the dawns early light
Oh say can you see what the press will call it
A balloon moon, au claire de la lune
A Nice day for a ballon d’essai tune
A nice day to start again
Sister shotgun wearing a sorghum grin
A steely grin is what you need
When u hit the wires ignition is imminent
No time to consult the manual of how-to
Drop like a led balloon, deflated without u
Sink like a line zapped luftballon
The moons a balloon, let me inflate you
Hook line and sinker whats the matter whats up
Sinkin within or without you
Sinkin and swimming
Pedal to the wheel
Steely grin tells em you got the metal
Cinnamon pinwheel donkey-tail spin
Re-asserting it in the affirmative
an i can spell it
if you aint wearin spermicide
you can surely smell it
I’m emanatin it
like an old man excretes sweat an pee
like a sweet pea wrings itself
to get off the tree
M – molotov cocktail
A – AIDS and cocksuckin weed
N – Nazi Sympathizers gathering round everywhere you can see
crawlies in the shovel cause a whole lot o trouble
wind blows your way the larkspur sail needs to double
rudder on the aft whose mainsail puffs
puffed up whitey grille-teeth chew the fat and the kibble
Gnarly teeth whisperers gnaw the brittle to the bone
No cavity left unfilled when yr home alone
Latchkey neighbours taking liberties
Have got a nerve given their proclivities
Balloon moon I’ll be down soon
Maybe sooner than you know it
30 ft flames light the dawns early light
Oh say can you see what the press will call it
A balloon moon, au claire de la lune
A Nice day for a ballon d’essai tune
A nice day to start again
Sister shotgun wearing a sorghum grin
A steely grin is what you need
When u hit the wires ignition is imminent
No time to consult the manual of how-to
Drop like a led balloon, deflated without u
Sink like a line zapped luftballon
The moons a balloon, let me inflate you
Hook line and sinker whats the matter whats up
Sinkin within or without you
Sinkin and swimming
Pedal to the wheel
Steely grin tells em you got the metal
Cinnamon pinwheel donkey-tail spin
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Demo by the Two Evils |
Axemen demo by Dragan Stojanovic and Steve McCabe
Jack in the box you come on so strong
Lord Jimmy Jimmy singin his nutshack song
There’s no respite for rights so wrong
I can tweet you my nut shack redemption song
Pie in the sky you know you can’t go wrong
With a nut nut nut nut nutshack redemption song
More than I ever had, same as it never was
In the backroom playin backroom pong
Nut nut – who’s there in the shack?
Nibbling on my nuts in the room out the back
On the verandah serving nuts on a rack
Haven’t seen so many nuts since I was last in iraq
the balls of a man lead straight to his heart
you’re heading for trouble but you know thats art
slick your hair back like an oily anointer
if you want an opinion call a court appointer!
give you some pointers and a silver dollar
if you take me down to chocktaw ridge
got a package to drop, oh yes a package to drop
on or off of talahassee bridge
somebody told me the balls of a man
are the leaders, how he whiles his way
all his life can be spent needling his yurt
and caught in the crossfire so they say
You’ve had your day in the sun, I’ve had way more than one
now i’m about ready to leave
been a diphthong dealer all my life
i don’t feel its an appropriate time to grieve
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Demo by the Two Evils |
Tired of wasting my precious time on fools that won’t help themselves
Plenty more fish in the sea to swim with, go back to school and be the class clown
When you change the rules but they don’t change you, thats when you gotta think twice
Fools like us have to answer to no-one, don’t tell me what to do and we’ll get on nice!
Fools that won’t help get left on the shelf, maybe thats just where they wanna be
Because fools that help themselves to it, aint gonna help themselves!
Tramps like us in a stinkin boxcar, fightin to an inch of our lives
A beat up guitar, a skin of wild Wild Turkey, a baseball bat, taser and knives
First rule of boxcars is don’t talk bout boxcars, second rule issame as the first
The third and final rule, keep schtung about boxcars, ixnay on the oxcarbay, gentlemen first!
"Where all th' white raisins at?"
Glad I’m not Bin Laden
An octopus’s garden
Is a resting place nobody
Would like to be
Never promised pardons
To Cheney or Bin Laden
Tonite we press ‘Go’ lightly
A morning feed at Tiffany’s
He’s stuck in an ocean of thoughts
Clinging to a corral reef
I’m stuck with a valuable goat-herd
Thats of no use to me!
Someone should have plastered
His face on a milk carton
Are they so blind they simply
Cannot see?
He’s no Nelson Mandela
This eery Muslim fella
We want to get our ball back
Mr Al Quaeda-eee!
