1.I Blew Up The Clinic Real Good
I have the road in my blood
I drive a custom van
I play the tunes
I'm the neighborhood ice cream man
So don't you mess this boy around
The other day when the clinic had it's local debut
Some chicks were trying to picket
The doctor threatened to sue
I don't care if it's a baby or a tissue blob
but if we run out of youngsters
I'll be out of a job
And so I
I did my duty
cleaning up the neighborhood
I blew up the clinic real good
Try and catch me coppers
Your stinkin' badges better think again
Before you mess this boy around
I've hung in Saigon just to see the special effects
I've hung from gravity boots for my napoleon complex
It's time to close
Ohhh.... There she blows.
History In the making
You picked a fight.
I pick dynamite
I blew up the clinic real good.
Preacher on a corner
Calling it a crime
The ends don't justify the means anytime
I stood up on my van
I yelled 'Excuse me, sir
Ain't nothin' wrong with this country
a few plastic explosives won't cure'
2.Jim Morrison's Grave
Am I a pilgrim？
Or another souvener hound？
In the city of lights I set my sights
On a king's domain.
It was a manhole
Dug over at the edge of town
And a spray can scrawl
on a cemetary wall
says 'You'd better behave'
Jim Morrison's Grave
It's getting cold here
And there ain't a lizard in sight
Did the end begin
When you shed your skin
In the home of the brave？
Somebody shake him
From the land of larger than life
Where the remnant warn
of a legend born
In a dead man's cave.
Jim Morrison's Grave
I stay driven 'cause there's nowhere to park
I can't shut my eyes, I'm a fraid of the Dark
I lie awake
That stone left me chilled to the bone
Sound the alarm before it's done
Find Jim Morrision
Come away to Paris
Let him see another day
Let him fade out slowly
Only fools burn away
Let a true love show him what a heart can become
Somebody find Jim Morrison
Find Jim Morrison's Grave
Ohhhh......
I get weary, Lord I don't understand
How a seed get strangled in the heart of a man
While the music covers like an evening mist
Like a watch still ticking on a dead man's wrist
Tick away
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