1.Novocaine for the Soul
Life is hard, and so am I：
You'd better give me something so I don't die.
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out. (x2)
Life is white and I am black,
Jesus and his lawyer are coming back.
Oh my darling, will you be here
Before I sputter out. (x3)
Guess who's living here with the great undead.
This paint-by-numbers life is fucking with my head,
Once again.
Life is good and I feel great,
'Cause mother says I was a great mistake.
Novocaine for the soul
You'd better give me something to fill the hole
Before I sputter out. (x5)
2.Susan's House
Going over to Susan's House, wandering south down Baxter Street.
Nothing
Hiding behind this picket fence. There's a crazy old woman
smashing bottles
on the sidewalk where her house burned down two years ago.
People say
that back then, she really wasn't that crazy.
Going over to Susan's House.
Going over to Susan's House, I can't be alone tonight.
Down by the Doughnut Prince, a 15-year-old boy lies on the
sidewalk with
a bullet in his forehead. In a final act of indignity, the
paramedics
take off all his clothes for the whole world to see while they
put him
in the bag.
Meanwhile, an old couple argues inside the 'Queen Bee', the sick
fluor-
escent light shimmering on their skin.
Going over to Susan's House.
Going over to Susan's House, she's gonna make it right.
Take a left down Echo Park,
A kid asks do I want some crack？
TV sets are spewing Baywatch
Through the windows into black.
Here comes a girl with long brown hair, who can't be more than
seventeen.
She sucks on a red popsickle as she pushes a baby girl in a pink
carriage.
And I'm thinking, 'That must be her sister. That must be her
sister, right？'
They go into the seven-eleven and I keep walking, and I keep
walking.
Going over to Susan's House.
Going over to Susan's House, I can't be alone tonight.
Going over to Susan's House.
3.Rags to Rags
There's a spider crawling on the bathroom mirror,
Right on top of my right eye.
And I can't stop staring back.
How did I get this way？
Take a big look at a living lie.
Rags to rags and rust to rust.
How do you stand when you've been crushed？
Rags to riches was a bust.
Sometimes I dream about it, what it's like back home,
The railroad tracks and the pussy willow.
But I had to leave it and I go back
Whenever my tired head hits the pillow.
Rags to rags and rust to rust.
How do you stand when you've been crushed？
Rags to riches was a bust.
Busted once again.
But I'll show them one day that I can buy and sell the world.
One day I'll come through with my American dream,
But it won't mean a fucking thing.
Rags to rags and rust to rust.
How do you stand when you've been crushed？
Rags to rags and rust to rust.
Don't let me go.
Rags to rags and rust to rust.
Don't let me go.
Rags to rags and rust to rust.
Don't let me go.
4.Beautiful Freak
You're such a beautiful freak.
I wish there were more just like you.
You're not like all of the others,
But that is why I love you.
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak.
That is why I love you.
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak.
Some people think you have a problem.
But that problem lies only with them.
Just 'cause you are not like the others,
That is why I love you.
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak.
That is why I love you.
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak.
Too good for this world,
But I hope you will stay.
And I'll be there to see that you don't fade away.
You're such a beautiful freak,
I bet you are flying inside.
Duck down and then go for cover,
You know that I, I love you.
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak.
You know that I, I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak.
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak.
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak.
5.Not Ready Yet
There's a world outside,
And I know 'cause I've heard talk.
In my sweetest dream
I would go out for a walk.
But I don't think I'm ready yet.
I'm not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.
There's some happiness
And my stone face cracks again.
Maybe some time sooner or later.
But I don't think I'm ready yet.
Not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.
So if I leave my room,
Don't you tell me to lighten up.
Maybe some time sooner or later.
But I don't think I'm ready yet.
Not feeling up to it now.
Just not that steady yet.
And I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
I don't need you telling me how.
6.My Beloved Monster
My beloved monster and me.
We go everywhere together.
Wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves
Gets us through all kinds of weather
She will always be the only thing
That comes between me and the awful sting
That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean.
My beloved monster is tough.
If she wants, she will disrobe you.
But if you lay her down for a kiss,
Her little heart, it could explode.
She will always be the only thing
That comes between me and the awful sting
That comes from living in a world that's so damn mean.
La la la la, la la la la.
La la la la la la.
7.Flower
Turn the ugly light off God,
Wanna feel the night.
Everyday it shines down on me
Don't you think that I see？
Don't you think that I see what it's all about？
Hard to look the other way
While the world passes me by
And everyone is trying to bum me out.
It's a pretty big world God
And I am awful small
Everyday they rain down on me：
Flower in a hailstorm.
Flower in a hailstorm,
I'm living for the drought.
I could throw it back at them
But then I'd play their game.
everyone is trying to bum me out
When I came into this world they slapped me,
And everyday since then I'm slapped again.
Tomorrow's king： an unsightly coward
You see, I know I'm gonna win.
Turn the ugly light off God
Don't wanna see my face.
Everyday it will betray me
Don't you think that I know？
Don't you think that I know what they're talking about？
If they step on me tonight,
They're gonna pay someday.
Everyone is trying to bum me out.
8.Guest List
Are you one of the beautiful people？
Is my name on the list？
Wanna be of the beautiful people,
Wanna feel like I'm missed
Hey you with the walkie-talkie,
I know my clothes are not right.
I wish I had my own walkie talkie
That reached to God every night
Everyone needs to be somebody,
Everyone needs to find someone who cares.
But I don't know if you know what I mean
'Cause I'm never on your list
Are you one of the beautiful people？
Am I on the wrong track？
Sometimes it feels like I'm made of eggshell
And it feels like I'm gonna crack
Everyone needs to be somebody
Everyone needs to find someone who cares.
But I don't know if you know what I mean
'Cause I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
9.Mental
It's like I dressed up in my mama's clothing.
It's like I'm talking to a voice that doesn't exist.
It's like I got a wire crossed upstairs.
But all I want is just a little truth and that's it.
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused.
They say I'm mental but I've been abused.
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all.
Another anchorman is on the TV.
He's got that far-away and vacant look in his eyes.
I turn the channel but nothing is changing.
The only truth is that everything is a lie.
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused.
They say I'm mental but I've been abused.
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all.
There's truth in everything, there's truth in lies.
With all this knowledge, well, I think I'm gonna be wise.
They say I'm mental but I'm just confused.
They say I'm mental but I've been abused.
They say I'm mental 'cause I'm not amused by it all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
Not at all.
10.Spunky
Spunky don't like her uniform,
It never fit so good.
Going back to the orphanage
And the place where her garage once stood.
Well, it's a free for all, free for all, free for all.
It's a free for all, you and me.
And if you don't like what they're telling you,
You can't teach a blind man to see. Well, I can see.
Spunky looks good in her bright red wig,
Eating chocolate chip mint ice-cream.
A cat named Lola with a violent past,
Is balled-up asleep 'cross her knees.
And it's a free for all, free for all, free for all.
It's a free for all, you and me.
One day the world will be ready for you
And wonder how they didn't see.
Spunky knows she can save the world
In her own little way.
Turning in her old uniform
'Cause you know, it really didn't pay.
And it's a free for all, free for all, free for all.
It's a free for all, you and me.
I walk through the world with your name on my tongue
And your picture etched on my screen.
11.Your Lucky Day in Hell
Mama gripped onto the milkman's hand
And then she fin'lly gave birth.
Years go by, still I don't know
Who shall inherit this earth.
And no one will know my name until it's on the stone,
Oh, woah,
This could be your lucky day in hell.
Never know who it might be at your doorbell.
This could be your lucky day in hell, in hell.
Waking up with an ugly face,
Winston Churchill in drag.
Looking for a new maternal embrace,
Another tired old gag.
Am I just a walking bag of chewed-up dust and bones？
Oh, woah,
This could be your lucky day in hell.
Never know who it might be at your doorbell.
This could be your lucky day in hell, in hell.
Father Theresa, you can't make me into you.
I never wanna be like you.
Why can't you see, it's me？
You know it's time to let me go.
This could be your lucky day in hell.
Never know who it might be at your doorbell.
This could be your lucky day in hell, in hell, in hell.
This could be your lucky day in hell.
Never know who it might be at your doorbell, in hell.
This could be your lucky day in hell, in hell, in hell, in hell.
12.Manchild
And every time you crave for me,
I'm here.
And anything you hunger for,
I'll share.
And I will be quietly standing by,
While slowly I am dying inside.
Hold me in your arms
And let me be the one
Who can feel like I am a child in love.
Every time I talk to you, you're down.
And every time you need a laugh, I'm around.
And when you forget I'm here, I'm not.
It isn't really me that you forgot.
Hold me in your arms
And let me be the one
Who can feel like I am a child in love.
Whisper now and tell me how,
You'll watch me and tell me somehow,
I'm gonna be all right.
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