1.Trap Door
Lyricist：T-bone Burnett
It's a funny thing about humility
As soon as you know you're being humble
You're no longer humble
It's a funny thing about life
You've got to give up your life to be alive
You've got to suffer to know compassion
You can't want nothing if you want satisfaction
Tonight the world looks like a different place
Tonight the moon is turning in its place
Tonight we find ourselves alone at last
Watch out for the trap door
Watch out for the trap door
It's a funny thing about love
The harder you try to be loved
The less lovable you are
It's a funny thing about pride
When you're being proud
You should be ashamed
You find only pain if you seek after pleasure
You work like a slave if you seek out the leisure
Tonight the world looks like a different place
Tonight the moon is shining on your face
Tonight we find ourselves alone at last
Watch out for the trap door
Watch out for the trap door
Watch out for the trap door
Watch out for the trap door
Watch out for the trap door
Watch out for the trap door
2.Hula Hoop
Lyricist：T-bone Burnett, John Fleming, Roscoe West
Way up in the hierarchies
Mr. Big picks up his horn
Floats a note down through the lowlands
And another star is born
Then he turns a deep vermilion
And he deals a little scorn
We're all gonna be geniuses
We're all gonna be famous
We'll all get in the TV business
And move up to New York who can blame us
They tell me way up there they got a man pulls
Fifteen feet of chain out of his brain
Hula hoop
Hula hoop
Hula hoop
So if you're bound to hit the big time
Then you better do it right
Go and get yourself some buttons and a healthy appetite
For some overpaid attention and a lot of neon light
Hula hoop
Hula hoop
Hula hoop
3.Criminals
Lyricist：T-bone Burnett
I've seen a lot of criminals
I've seen a lot of crimes
Doing a lot of evil deeds
Doing a lot of time
We speak of these men as aliens
From some forbidden race
We speak of these men as animals
We will lock in a cage
But there's one man I must arrest
I must interrogate
One man that I must make confess
Then rehabilitate
There is no other I can blame
No other I can judge
No other I can cast in shame
Then require blood
I see him in the shadows down the hall
I see him in the plaster on the wall
There is no crime he cannot commit
No murder too complex
His heart is filled with larceny
And violence and sex
His heart is filled with envy
And revenge and greed
His heart is filled with nothing
His heart is filled with need
He's capable of anything
Of any vicious act
This criminal is dangerous
The criminal under my own hat
4.Boomerang
Lyricist：T-bone Burnett, David M Mansfield, Steven Soles
Up in New York City, 'neath the bamboo trees
She was eating sushi, he was on his knees
He tried to say he loved her but he could not win
She just fixed her lipstick and kept ignoring him
She was headed for a crash and it even hurt to laugh
'Cause it ended with a bang
When it all came back like a boomerang
When it all came back like a boomerang
She went to a party, where thieves and debutants
All talked in italics with so much nonchalance
He was on the outside, standing in the rain
He saw her through the window, he could not stand the pain
She was headed for a crash and it even hurt to laugh
'Cause it ended with a bang
When it all came back like a boomerang
When it all came back like a boomerang
She went up the staircase with a sleazy Mideast guest
Who could not help staring through her flimsy cocktail dress
He broke into the bedroom, they put him on the spot
He pulled off his pistol, they never heard the shots
They were headed for a crash and it even hurt to laugh
'Cause it ended with a bang
When it all came back like a boomerang
When it all came back like a boomerang
When it all came back like a boomerang
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