Over The Falls

They broke out in laughter again,
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in,
And he stood by and waited to be called.
The talk was of times that had gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie.
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.
He got up and tried it again.
For lack of persistence is surely a sin.
As he stood by and waited to be called,
He looked to the lightning with glee
And admired his vessel for its symmetry,
Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelors degree.
As he stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited to be called.
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls.

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The Thing That Should Not Be

Messenger of fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light
Hybrid children watch the sea
Pray for father, roaming free
Fearless wretch
Insanity
He watches
Lurking beneath the sea
Great old one
Forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the shadows is rising
Immortal
In madness you dwell
Crawling chaos, underground
Cult has summoned, twisted sound
Out from ruins once possessed
Fallen city, living death
Fearless wretch
Insanity

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American Life

In a town in southernmost sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for american shores
Now a mother and her son are standing in line
Its a cold day on ellis isle
And they look to the statue of liberty
For the boy we have american life
Ong is a laotian refugee
He works in the audio trade
The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
Hes earning minimum wage
Spending spare time down on
San pablo ave
Once a week gets a woman for the night
And he writes home tales of prosperity
For the boy we have american life
Bob is an unemployed veteran
Born and bred in the south bronx
Hes living off the streets down in east l.a.

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Lacquer Head

Sometimes bored sometimes lonely
pimple faced and rather homely
He wasn't much for socializin'
The tv kept him mesmerizin'
In one ear and out the other
Picked up a trick from his older brother
Got him a can of sniffin' salts
Pinned his mind upon the cross
(chorus)
Lacquer head knows but one desire
Lacquer head sets his skull on fire
Lacquer haed knows no in betweens
Huffin' on bags of gasoline
Sniffin' paint since the seventh grade
She was high on gin and gatorade
On turpintine she lost her luck
Fell in front of a speedin' pick-up truck
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He was a boy of soft demeanor
And he loved his caburetor cleaner

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Puddin Taine

Pass the pen there billy bob, Ill write us up a song.
Or perhaps Ill pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong.
Hand me down a crayon, and Ill draw a mighty oak.
cause of all my brother masons, Im the quickest with a joke.
Catch me in the right light, youll see my shapes shaped to please.
And if I shank my trousers down, Im hung just above the knees.
You may have difficulty catchin breath, when you hear my weighty name.
Im the one that told you, told you so, they calls me puddin taine.
Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals.
Like the tallest hog on wall street, Im a wheelin all the deals.
Theyll carve my face in marble, theyll etch my name in stone.
Theyll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home.
You may have difficulty catchin breath, when you hear my weighty name.
Im the one that told you, told you so, they calls me puddin taine.

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Power Mad

Military show is Blastin' off to Kosovo.
Military show with lightning speed.
Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show.
How many stabs before we bleed?
Those Pinocchios chattering out in stereo,
boy Pinnocchio and his golden deed.
Masculinity? Oh, galvanized in the world wide show
as we fertilise the seed.
Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down dad
I only try to do what's right.
Power man, the best friend that you ever had
unless of course you choose to fight.
Power mad, driving out of the shadows,
he never tires when he plays.
Power mad, he's a streak in the night time
speculating how he'll take on the world some day.
Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a Broadway show
how many stabs before we succeed.
Power mad, I didn't drop my pants down dad,
I know my left hand from my right.

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Frizzle Fry

Hello all you boys and girls.
Id like to take you to the inside world.
Its quite an irregular place to be.
But never fear youre safe with me.
Well, maybe.
Golden hair of macrame
Against the face thats cut from stone.
The white porcelain is screaming ayee
Thank God the the boy is not alone.
I dont believe in santa claus.
I dont belive in spite.
I have no use for beauty dolls.
Especially on this night.
I dont believe in miracles.
I dont belive in lies.
I dont belive in hologram
For I am the frizzle fry.
Andys painting green again,
This time they might take him away.
When barrington starts to breathe again.

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My Name Is Mud

My name is mud
Not to be confused with bill or jack or pete or dennis
My name is mud and its always been
cause Im the most boring sons-a-bitch youve ever seen
I dress in blue-yes navy blue
From head to toe Im rather drab except my patent shoes
I make em shine, well most the time
cept today my feet are troddin on by this friend of mine
Six foort two and rude as hell
I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell
My name is mud
My name is mud, but call me alowishus devadander abercrombie
Thats long for mud so Ive been told
Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold
Ive got my pride, I drink my wine
Id drink the finest except I havent earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat

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Coddingtown

Went down to coddingtown to buy for lucky dog.
Moved on up to sono-co to clear my head of smog.
People round town they all line up to buy them chevrolets.
But me I talked to the mopar man, been talkin now for days.
I went down to coddingtown, it seemed the thing to do.
You can get it all down there, from tennis balls to glue.
Standin up in the old smoke shop, met a girl named honey pie.
If you shamble long enough, you wanna go, you gotta go.
Bring me on back.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place to be.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place for me.
I went down to coddingtown and met old santy claus
Beanie boy got a hold of that beard, nearly yanked it from his jaws
I stepped on up to the pizza man and gobbled down some filth.
I shambled round now too damn long I wanna go, I gotta go.
Bring me on back.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place to be.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place for me.

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The Ballad Of Buckethead

Whos this guitar-playing sonsa bitch? , is a question common asked.
On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his face a plaster mask.
Hes the bastard son of a preacher man, on the town he left a stain.
They made him live in a chicken house to try to and hide the shame.
He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
Hes half alive, hes half dead. folks just call him buckethead.
Farmers would torment him as he snuggled with the hens.
Theyd hose him down with water, and steal his little friends.
Now late at night hed sneak off to the graveyard all alone,
And play a soapbox guitar to the faces made of stone.
Buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,
When he burned the chicked house down with a quart of gasoline.
He did puppet shows on corners and bought a real guitar,
And with the help of colonel sanders, hes bound to be a star.
He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
Hes half alive, hes half dead. folks just call him buckethead.

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