1.All Around The World
Dead Milkmen
Soul Rotation
All Around The World
There are people who want to kill me all around the world
There are people who want to kill me all around the world
I know about the UFO's
I know about the UFO's
I know some things I know I shouldn't know
I know a woman who can see all around the world
I know a woman who can see all around the world
The world is full of electric signals that only she can see
And she tells me heaven's angels are watching over me
There's a radio wired to my brain
An experiment I can't explain
I can hear the sounds of UFO's
I can hear the sounds of souls cring
We are trapped inside a prison all around the world
We are trapped inside a prison all around the world
And we're the ones who hold the keys
We are our own worst enemies
We are trapped inside a prison all around the world
I know about the UFO's, I know about the mind crontrols
We are trapped inside a prison all around the world
I know about the UFO's
I know some things I know I shouldn't know
I know some things I know I shouldn't know
2.At The Moment
At the moment
The world stops spinning
The sky turns grey
At the moment
The animals will talk
We will disappear
At the moment
When all is one
at the moment
You made up your mind
Buildings collapse
At the moment
The trees start dancing
You've made the bed
At the moment
When all is one
At the moment
When trains collide
Sunsexplode
At the moment
You decide to go
Or fall in love
At the moment
When all is one
It's easy to see
It's the best thing to do
The only thing left
Is to make it all new
It's too late now
So turn out the light
Too bad there's no tomorrow
To make it all right
3.Belafonte's Inferno
He would sit in the class and dream
While the teacher lectured
Until the school bell would ring
He'd be President
Philospher king
He was a dreamer he was a dreamer
He'd dream what he wished to be
He was a god he was a creator
He fell in love with a mystery
He made up rock bands and TV stations
he invented the music
He invented the shows
He would lie on his bed at night
Spin records on his chest while he sang
I am your god I am your creator
But you can do what you want to do
I am your god I am your creator
You can love me or hate me
It's up to you
Then one night
Some people landed a spaceship
In his bedroom and he got in
They took him to the land that he created
They tied him to a tree and killed him
4.Big Scary Place
All the stones have
Anything you want
In this big scary place
In this big scary place
Everyone forms lines
Where you stand and wait
In this big scary place
In this big scary place
The days inch along
And you lose track of time
In this big scary place
Always a lot to do
But of course it's easier in your mind
In this big scary place
Big scary place
There's too much space
There's not enough space
In this big scary place
You can go outside
If you really want
In this big scary place
In this big scary place
But when you see
The eye in the sky
Make sure you hide
In this big scary place
The days inch along
And you lose track of time
In this big scary place
Always a lot to do
But it's easier in your mind
In this big scary place
Everywhere you go
Everything you do
Everything you know
Everything you knew
Is swallowed alive
Devoured by time
Right from your mind
In this big scary place
Move down the street
Only shadows form
In this big scary place
Lock the door tight
＞From the outside light
In this big scary place
5.God's Kid Brother
Are we not the living proof of the idiot God who placed us here
Are we not his dirty children, his unwashed sons who he holds
dear
Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator
If this is the ultimate truth, it had to come out sooner or
later
I've looked for the reason why we're here
I've kept on searching 'til it was clear
I've looked for excuses-I can find no other
We must be the product of God's kid brother
Their ivy halls are closed to us
We scrape to survive and we taste the dust
The things that we weren't meant to know
Are spoke of in places where we can't go
So don't tell me you still find it hard to believe
That we were made by a different God
Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator
Let's run to the volcano and toss a virgin in the crater
Maybe there are two Gods
A perfect God who made all those perfect people,
And another God who made the rest of us.
And maybe, just maybe, somewhere there's a heavenly choir
That sings off key
We'll dodge our way through life and hope for something greater
6.How It's Gonna Be
You start off in the womb, yeah, where it's nice and warm
Thins are lookin' good, then it's time to be born
The doctor yanks you out and slaps you on the butt
And before you know it, your umbilical cord is cut
They drag you from your mama, wheel you down the hall
To a room full of babies, who just lie there and bawl
Lyin' in a diaper, feelin' like a fool
Things'll get much worse when it's time to go to school
You're crammed into a classroom with 30 other kids
Good you get nothing-bad you get hit
Nobody likes you and the classroom is cold
You're stuck with a textbook that's 35 years old
The bullies beat you up the teachers put you down
You're sittin' in the corner don't dare make a sound
If you learn one thing, you'd better learn to curse
'Cuz from now on your life gets even worse
Now you are older and have to get a job
You will buy a house you will buy a Saab
You'll get up in the morning you will feel like dyin'
As the years go rollin' by, you'll slowly lose your mind
You were once a young man, but now you're turnin' grey
＞From lisoening to people talk about the judgment day
Now you've retired, goodbye to your job
And you've lost your teeth, goodbye to corn-on-the-cob
You'll look back on your life and all the things you did
Standin' in the yard, yellin' at the neighbor kids
Now you're kickin' back don't have a care
You will see the world from your Craft-matic chair
You'll move to Arizona where all the old folks go
You will vote Republican y you'll see UFO's
The one day you die you find your self in hell
with the lake-o'-fire and that awful brimstone smell
You were really good, but you weren't good enough
Yes, living isn't easy, but dying's really tough
Then you'll look around and see how it's gonna be
Yes, my friend, you're screwed for all eternity
7.If I Had A Gun
Would I be amused
Would you be impressed
Knowing that I had the power
To put a hole into your chest？
When the kids are crying
After the welfare check's been spent
Would I rob a licquor store
To get money for the rent？
If I had a gun...If I had a gun
Would I start smoking Marlboros？
Would i stop smoking Kents？
Would I gain some new respect？
Would I gain some confidence？
Would I suddenly go crazy
And shoot my family
And see myself years later
On some crime show on TV
If I had a gun？
Would i wear it in a holster？
Would I keep it concealed？
Would I put it on the table
Everytime that I'm misdealed？
When I hear a nearby gunshot
When I'm up at night alone
Would I feel a little safer
Here in my urban home
If I had a gun？
8.Shaft In Greenland
The world's full of danger
You do what you can
You'll feel like a stranger
Like Shaft in Greenland
Travel around and meet all the people
Work up the nerve to touch them lightly
Travel around and meet al lthe people
Speak to them so politely
Travel around and meet all the people
Don't be afraid to shake their hands
Travel around and meet all the people
See how it feels to be Shaft in Greenland
The worlds is your oyster
So rake in the clams
And have an adventure
Like Shaft in Greenland
Travel around and see the tundra
Don7t be afraid to get out of your car
Travel around and see the tundra
A little bit of Shaft goes real far
Travel around and see the tundra
Dig for dinner in the cold, damp sand
Travel around and see the tundra
See how it feels to be Shaft in Greenland
He was big and bad, so he traveled to the land
Of the midnight sun
He was big and bad, so he traveled to a land
Where it always snows
And nobody gets a tan
The world is a ghetto
A rusted tin can
So pack a stiletto
Like Shaft in Greenland
GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS
GO SUNS
Eric Wincentsen 'Greetings from the Humungous-
[email protected] The Lord Humungous!'
Glendale Community College, -The Road Warrior
Glendale, Arizona
ALL THE WAY IN '93!!!!
9.Silly Dreams
I had a dream you came back to my house
You changed your mind
I had a dream you came back to my house
To spend some time
You said you'd only stay a week
You brought two cats for me to keep
And told me not to feed them tuna or they'd throw up
I fed them tuna and they threw up for hours and hours
I was amazed at all the stuff that came from those little bodies
of theirs
It was puffy like a sponge
The color of the sidewalk
And it smelled like the dirty rags beneath the sink
I had a dream you came back to my house
And robbed me blind
You took my stereo, CD's, cassettes and books
You left nothing behind
I woke up you were next to me
And I knew it was just a dream
I woke up again and you were a thousand miles away
10.The Secret Of Life
I saw a cigar shaped flying ship
It landed outside on my lawn
You poked your head out of a door
And said, 'Hurry up get on.'
I've never seen the sight before
The world became a shrinking ball
I asked where you were taking me
You said, 'Shut up and you will see.'
CHORUS
Waves of time they rock us back and forth
There's no telling if we'll stay on course
We raced across the galaxy
Away from all our ugliness
I felt beautiful and free
Out where the devil can't exist
I felt a burst of energy
Hot white light poured from your eyes
We sped into infinity
I felt beautiful and free
CHORUS
Now I'm no longer in my life
I've left all my friends behind
Now letters don't get past my door
I can't really read them anymore
You took me to another world
Where time ceases to hold sway
And computers contain the missing key
To life's most sacred mystery
The secret of life is no secret at all
For secrets hold death and
Lies only build walls
11.Here Comes Mr. X
Lyricist：Joseph Genaro, Rodney Linderman, Dean Sabatno, David
Schulthise
Here he comes, he's coming down the street
With his drunken wife and his kids that he beats
He's gonna tell you that life is hard
Then he'll dump his trash in your backyard
You'll here lots of talk about the racially pure
When Mr. X moves in next door
Just take a walk on the ignorant side
And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind
Just take a walk on the ignorant side
And you'll get to see through his eyes
There he goes, now he's on the lawn
With his Sans-a-belt pants and Hush Puppies on
The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin'
He must be the product of two first cousins
He's got a rifle and a low I.Q.
He doesn't close his mouth when he chews his food
Oh please, dear God, strike him dead
Aim a lightning bolt at his head
Oh please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon
Send someone to kill him soon
Oh Mohammed, prophet of Allah
Run him over with his own Impala
Oh please, kill him, Shirley MacLaine
Take a pipe and bash in his brain
Here he comes, driving around the block
Sticking pamphlets in your mailbox
Inviting your kids to aryan youth camp
Moving his ammo when his basement gets damp
Training his dog to attack your cat
Hitting your mower with a baseball bat
Here he comes into your life
With about as much charm as a Bowie knife
He'll swim in your pool when you're not home
And steal your tools and your garden gnome
Here he comes, coming down the street
With his drunken wife and his kids that be beats
12.The Conspiracy Song
Please let me tell you
They own our homes, they own our banks
We take out loans to buy them tanks
They own our children, they own our pets
The owned Elvis and Bernhard Goetz
They own our rugs and our flower pots
There ain't nothin' they haven't got
They own the papers and the TV's
The water works, record companies
Let me remind you
They own the talk shows
They make the rules
They own Geraldo and Donahue
They own the state, they own the church
They pick the winners on Star Search
They own the Christians, they own the Jews
They own the Muslims, Mormons, too
They put the holes in our socks
They put that snake in my mail box
From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli
We are all tools of the conspiracy
From the littlest baby to the biggest VIP
We are all tools of the conspiracy
Run to the window, they're coming to get you
Hide in the basement, they're coming to get you
Flee to the rooftop, they're coming to get you
Don't go outside, no, don't let them get you
Someone should tell you
They own the CIA and the IRS
They tell us where to shop and how to dress
They own the workers, they own the boss
They know what's in the secret sauce
They own the drugs, they own the narcs
We all know they own Dick Clark
They own it all, they own everything
They write the songs that make the whole world sing
13.Wonderfully Coloured Plastic War Toys
I said 'Let's do it man,
Let's torch the whole village!'
We went down to look at war toys
Wonderfully colored plastic war toys
We went down to look at war toys
But all the war toys were gone
We went down to look at war toys
Wonderfully colored plastic war toys
We went down to look at war toys
But all the war toys were gone
All my life I've always wondered
What it would be like to fire off a bazooka
All my life I've always wondered
What it would be like to fire off a ballistic missile
We went down to look at war toys
Wonderfully colored plastic war toys
We went down to look at war toys
But all the war toys were gone
We went down to look at war toys
Wonderfully colored plastic war toys
We went down to look at war toys
But it seems that we were wrong
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