Why don’t they tell you on the package
You have to sift thru all the wreckage
Today we dine
On the dross that Mephistopheles chucked in his car
They kill wild horses
on the hoof , or when they’re chasing a truck
they kill wild horses
and if they had a choice they’d lay an egg like a duck
Ol Mephistopheles had troubles of his own
when his cat ran out on him he totally froze
Guns ablaze, he came out swingin doubling in size
every 15 minutes, like yeast on the rise
Treading on people all day long
Back on the treadmill of right and wrong
As right or wronged as the day is long
As right as Godzilla, as wrong as king kong
Snippy snidely snipping away
Snivelling simmering pitching woo at the neutron decay
You wait for an hour you wait for a day
I say I say I say I say
Each minute seems to last a day
What do you say to a horse that can’t neigh
Don’t call him a naysayer come what may
Holy mother of Moses , lay you down to weep
By the Avon River , 3 feet deep
A pocketful of moonbeams to keep me inspired
A dash of greying moondust from the moons funeral pyre
A blessing in disguise, oh boy what a good disguise
Didn’t see it coming tho its right before my eyes
A devil in the details, a devil in disguise
That old dust devil moonbeam caught me right between the eyes
I just want to drink in yr pretty eyes
Lick the pupil and taste the iris
Don’t want to deaden yr pretty eyes
But if they’re dead already, o, Osiris
Now Billy-Ray and Miley had a real thing
But she found out ’bout Billy and Hannah
You come here again without exact change
I’ll kick your ass to Indiana
All across the state line
City limits too
Fighting back tears like a soldier of love
All the while questioning who is who
Fire and ice in your pretty eyes
Tell me where the passion burns
Freezer burns from yr pretty pretty eyes
The table has turned, the butter has turned
Rancid as a rampant Rumpole of the Bailey
Robust in every way but one
Smiley-house gizzards make a lot of sense
When you’re piling the blows on a chum
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
Pull my wiener
So sorry prince Albert
Bout the blisters on my wiener
Breaking out the sea biscuits
For breakfast, lunch and dinner
Hob nobbing it with the top knobs
Let me be upfront
It’s part of the wiener culture
A chance to take a punt
Pull My Wiener
Baby you can pull my weiner, don’t refrain
Pull my wiener like you’re pulling the goddam chain
Pull it like fitzcaraldo
Making the pass like a tug of war
Heaving and hauling the motherlode
Scrimping and straining , a rachetless pincer-wheel
Shuddering , shimmering in the last summer sparkles
Giddy up glimmer horse, make rock into matter
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
either you harden up or you ‘harden up’…
you don’t have to take his shit,
break out do the voodo judo like you used to ,
no-one aint gonna give a shit!
Muscles , like a six pack of elephant beer
biceps like tennis balls tremblin in fear
that the crusher the coughin russian
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Steve McCabe with the seed
for the need of robitussin
will take you on for the whiff of a song
and that song is the plaintive tale of…
Violence, movies, sex on tv
old fashioned values don’t strike a key
harum scarum matter of fact
you can’t do that under the warsaw pact!
shifting scoria in a wheelbarrow now thats
hard as living angels can bear
fillin up a pail with a litre of oil
thats soul-killin, soul-killin yeah yeah yeah!
Cock a doodle, cock a doodle do
any dude with a cock would squeeze his lemons for you
see yo later alligator, keep the pips in the refrigerator
any blind fool could see that one eyed greenhorn, time to emascuate her
get the defibrillator, quick! its a 187,
stealing heart in progress at the seven 11
sleep with the fishes if the fishes get lucky
meanwhile back in the barnyard the hens are gettin plucky
feathers flyin in the roost
straw people matting the hen-house floor
what do you take this hen house for?
your personal egg house, lord haw-de haw?
cock a doodle cock a doodle doo
all fired up with your didgeridoo
the 7 -11 is open past midnite
lets drive by and give it our best shot
i’ve had just about all i can take of this rooster cockburn
stick kim on the chuckwagon with the rest of the feathered-crew
we be eating crow till then
sow the seed somebody better put a muzzle on that kisser
because you know i do really miss her 
