1.Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window？
Lyricist：Bob Dylan
He sits in your room, his tomb with a fist full of tacks
Preoccupied with his vengeance
Cursing the dead that can't answer him back
You know that he has no intentions
Of looking your way unless it's to say
That he needs you to test his inventions
Babe, come, crawl out your window
Use your hands and your legs, it won't ruin you
How can you say he will haunt you？
You can go back to him anytime you want to
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels？
When I try to peel the moon and expose it
With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
Yeah, if he needs a third eye he just grows it
He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
Or pick it up after he throws it
Babe, please crawl out your window
Use your hands and your legs, it won't ruin you
Now how you gonna say that he will haunt you？
When you could go back to him anytime you want to
He look so righteous while your face is so changed
As you sit on the box that you keep him on
While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
Religion of the little ten women
That backs up their views and their face is so bruised
Come on out, the dark is just beginning
Babe, please come out your window
Use your hands and your legs, it won't ruin you
How can you say that he will haunt you？
When you can go back to him anytime you want to
You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won't come out your window
You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won't come out your window
You got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won't come out your window
Yeah, a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won't come out your window
Come on, please come out your window
You got a lot of nerve
Yeah, you got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend
If you won't come out your window
Come on, please come out your window
Oh, please come out your window
2.Massive Night
Lyricist：Houston Kent Wilsey O'brien
The guys were feeling good about their liquor run
The girls were kinda flirting with the setting sun
We all kinda fumbled through the jitterbug
We were all powered up on some new upper drug
And everyone was funny and everyone was pretty
And everyone was coming towards the center of the city
The dance floor was crowded, the bathrooms were worse
We kissed in your car and we drank from your purse
I had my mouth on her nose
When the chaperon said that we were dancing too close
We had some massive nights
And every song was right
And all that wine was tight
And your friends were pretty cool
And my friends were acting cool
There weren't any fights
There's usually one or two
There's some guys, they get a little bit uptight
Some girls, they got something to prove
We had some massive highs
We had some crushing lows
We had some lusty little crushes
We had those all ages hardcore matinee shows
And I was down on my knees
When the chaperon said that it was time for me to leave
We had some massive nights
And every song was right
All that wine was tight
Yeah, your friends were pretty cool
And my friends were acting cool
There weren't any fights
There's usually one or two
Some guys, they get a little bit uptight
Some girls, they got something to prove
We had some massive nights
We had some massive nights
We had some massive nights
We had some massive nights
We had some massive nights
When every song was right
All that wine was tight
Your friends were pretty cool
And my friends were acting cool
She had the gun in her mouth
That she was shooting up at her dreams
When the chaperon said that we'd been crowned
The king and the queen
3.Hot Soft Light
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
I was not involved up at the north town mall
As a matter of fact I didn't even know that that's where it
happened
I was France Ave when they came out dancing
I was Lyndale South, I was kicking it with cousins
We were talking about going clubbing
But instead we just started drinking
I've been straight since the Cinco de Mayo
Before that I was blotto, I was blacked out
I was cracked out, I was caved in
You should have seen all these portals that I've powered up in
Started recreational
It ended kinda medical
It came on hot and soft and then
It tightened up its tentacles
I wasn't there, I was blind high, I was scared
I was lake and Columbus, I was cutting off all my hair
I was unfurling a flag of defiance
Aimed at my guidance guy
So this is it
This is the end of the session
And I ain't gonna be taking any more questions
I think my attorney's gonna second that notion
Started recreational
It ended kinda medical
And it came on hot and soft and then
It tightened up its tentacles
Now the band played screaming for vengeance
And we agreed this world is mostly manacled
Well it started ice cream social nice
It ended up all white and ecumenical
There are guys, there are guys, there are guys, there are guys
With wild eyes when they ask to get you high
There are girls, there are girls, there are girls, there are
girls
That will come to you with comfort in the night, that's right
We started recreational
It ended up all medical
It came on hot and soft and then
It tightened up its tentacles
Now the band played sabbath bloody sabbath
You thought it was stoney and adorable
But it started in the vestibule
It ended in the hospital
There are guys, there are guys, there are guys, there are guys
With the wild eyes when they ask to get you high
There are girls, there are girls, there are girls, there are
girls
That will come to you with comfort in the night
There are nights, there are nights, there are nights, there are
nights
Where it all comes on a little bit too bright
There's a cross, there's a cross, there's a cross, there's a
cross
And in the center there is a hot soft light
4.Chillout Tent
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Tad Jason Kubler, Franz Nicolay
There was a stage and a PA
Up in western Massachusetts
And the kids came from miles around
To get messed up on the music
And she drove down from Baudoin
With a carload of girlfriends
To meet some boys and
Maybe eat some mushrooms
And they did and she got sick
Now she's pinned and way too shaky
She don't want to tell the doctor
Everything she' s taken
The paramedics hovered over
Like a somber mourning family
They gave her activated charcoal
They flooded her with saline
I got really hot and then I came to in the chillout tent
They gave me oranges and cigarettes
He was rough around the edges
He'd been to school but never finished
He'd been to jail but never prison
And it was his first day off in forever, man
The festival seemed like a pretty good plan
Cruise some chicks and get a suntan
And his friend gave him four
But he said only take one
But then he got bored
And he ended up taking all four
So now my man
He ain't that bored anyways
The paramedics found him
He was shaking on the side of the stage
Everything was spinning and then I came to in the chillout tent
They gave me oranges and cigarettes
I got really hot and then I came to in the chillout tent
They gave us oranges and cigarettes
She looked just like a baby bird
All new and wet and trying to light a parliament
He quoted her some poetries
He's Tennyson in denim and sheepskin
He looked a lot like Izzy Stratlin
They started kissing when the nurses took off their IVs
It was kind of of sexy but it was kind of creepy
Their mouths were fizzy with the cherry cola
They had the privacy of bedsheets
And all the other kids were mostly in comas
He was kind of cute, we kind of kicked it in the chillout tent
And I never saw that boy again
She was pretty cool and kind of kicked it in the chillout tent
And I never saw that girl again
He was kind of cute, we kind of kicked it in the chillout tent
And I never saw that boy again
And she seemed pretty cool, we kind of kicked it in the chillout
tent
And I never saw that girl again
5.Hot Fries
Lyricist：Finn Craig A, Tad Jason Kubler
All your favorite movies, they ain't all that funny
If you ain't that high and I ain't that high
All your favorite books, they wouldn't seem so well written
If you were just a little bit more well read
Jack Kerouac is dead, he drank himself to death
I just ain't that high
All your favorite songs wouldn't seem so sad
If you weren't so depressed
Elliott Smith seems like a mess to me
And you cry way too easily
The things that make you high
Will make you die
I went to your party and your party was got clever
I put a milk crate on my head and surrendered in the corner
Some borderline whore asked me how I'm liking California
I just cried
I saw you making eyes at some quite, gorgeous guy
Look a little closer because he's covered in flies
You're hot but you're fried, you're cool but you're iced out
You know exactly what I'm talking about
The things that make you high will make you die
The crack has got you slipping through the cushions of the couch
Dilaudids got your head like a howling haunted house
She said, 'It's my party and I'll die if I want to
You would too if it happened to you'
6.Party Pit
Lyricist：Craig Finn, Franz Nicolay
Well, I guess I met her at the party pit
She said those kids she's with were selling it
So we sailed off on some separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
I went away to school that fall
She stuck around with all those stickpin dolls
Sped through the scene until the engine stalled
Some suburban shopping mall
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
And I came back to start a band, of course
I saw her walking through the crystal court
She made a scene by the revolving doors
She's gonna walk around and drink some more
And so we walked across that grain belt bridge
Into bright new Minneapolis
She said, â½I think that all those things I did
Were just momentum from the party pitâ
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down at the party pit
Sailed away on such separate trips
And she got pinned down, and I'm pretty sure we kissed
And I'm pretty sure we kissed
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
I'm gonna walk around and drink some more
You're gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around, gonna walk around
Gonna walk around and drink
Gonna walk around, gonna walk around
Gonna walk around and drink
Gonna walk around, gonna walk around
Gonna walk around and drink
Gonna walk around, gonna walk around
Gonna walk around and drink
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
Gonna walk around and drink some more
7.Cattle and the Creeping Things
They got to the part
With the cattle and the creeping things
Said I'm pretty sure we've heard this one before
Don't it all end up in some revelation
With four guys on horses and violent red visions
Famine and death and pestilence and war？
I'm pretty sure I heard this one before
You in the corner with a good looking drifter
Two cups of coffee and ten packs of sugar
I heard Gideon saw you in Denver
He said you're contagious
Silly rabbit, tripping is for teenagers
Murder is for murderers
And hard drugs are for bartenders
I think I might have mentioned that before
He's got the pages in his pockets
That he ripped out of the Bible
From his bed stand in the motel
He likes the part where the traders
Get chased out from the temple
I guess I heard about original sin
I heard the dude blamed the chick
I heard the chick blamed the snake
I heard they were naked when they got busted
And I heard things ain't been the same
Since you on the streets with a tendency
To preach to the choir
Wired for sound and down with whatever
I heard Gideon did you in Denver
She's got a cross around her neck
That she ripped off from a schoolgirl
In the subway on a visit to the city
She likes how it looks on her chest
With three open buttons
She likes the part where one brother kills the other
She has to wonder if the world ever will recover
'Cause Cain and Abel seem to still be causing trouble
She said I was seeing double
For three straight days after I got born again
It felt strange but it was nice and peaceful
And it really pleased me to be around so many people
Of course, half of them were visions
Half of them were friends from going
Through the program with me
Later on we did some sexy things
Took a couple photographs
And carved them into wood reliefs
But that's enough about me
Come on, tell me how you
Got down here into Ybor City
He said I got to the part about the Exodus
And up to then I only knew
It was a movement of the people
But if small town cops are like swarms of flies
And blackened foil is like boils and hail
I'm pretty sure I've been through this before
It seemed like a simple place to score
And it seemed like a simple place to score
It seemed like a simple place to score
And then some old lady came to the door
And said McKenzie Phillips doesn't live here anymore
8.Sketchy Metal
She only pays attention
To the prices of cigarettes
She says she hopes they'll get cheaper
She only takes the pick me uppers
To counteract all the put me to sleepers
She used to be a receiver
Went out deep for guys
That looked like Johnny Fever last winter
I swear I thought she might be our savior
Went through a skater phase
Went through a raver phase
I went through a razor blade phase
I guess I went through a hundred dollars a day
It was dark along the edges of the city
But the light shined through
Behind the reinforced doorways
They're tipping over in the taprooms
They're shooting through the ceiling
And they're bleeding on the floor
And yeah, for sure we got dosed
We hung out pretty close
With some questionable folks
We got ideas from some dangerous thinkers
We put our mouths up to some dangerous drinks
Some nights we almost froze
But we rubbed up pretty close
To some rock and roll promoters
Stayed up pretty late
With some rock and roll performers
It's always entertaining
When you're hanging out with entertainers
Went through the publicist
To try to get through to the rhythm guitarist
We got so high that the audience
they looked just like ants
Woke up with the backstage pass in my pants
She said, 'I used to be a speed shooter
I went out deep for guys
That looked like Alice Cooper
And last winter
They had my heart all hooked up to computers'
We didn't see the holy ghost
But the father and the son
They seemed like regular folks
Jesus rolled his eyes
When his dad made Jesus jokes
And he forgave me for my sins
He said, 'Let this famine end
And let the 2 for 1s begin
And bless the beasts and the children
And the water and the waiters'
It's always so creative
When you're hangin' out with our Creator
And his son, our savior
You get your picture in the paper
If he lets you in his trailer
It's always so amazing
When you're finally coming down
With entertainers
9.Hornets! Hornets!
She said always remember never to trust me
She said that the first night that she met me
She said there's gonna come a time
When I'm gonna have to go
With whoever's gonna get me the highest
She said I won't be much for conversation
If we go and do the rest of this
And I've never been much for conservation
I kinda dig these awkward silences
She's got those Bones Brigade videos
She knew them back and forth
She slept with so many skaters
She had the place to herself
She had a couple hundred bucks
And he had nothing but the number
I like the guy who always answers the door
He always knows what you came to his house for
She said I won't be much
For all this Humbert, Humbert stuff
I've never really done that much of this
And I have to really try so hard not to fall in love
I have to concentrate when we kiss
She mouthed the words along to
'Running Up That Hill'
That song got scratched into her soul
And he never heard that song before
But he still got the metaphor
He knows some people
That switched places before
I like the crowds at the really big shows
People touching people that they don't even know, yo
I guess the heavy stuff ain't quite at its heaviest
By the time it gets out to suburban Minneapolis
We were living up at Nicollet and 66th
With three skaters and some hood rat chick
Drove the wrong way down 169
Almost died up by Edina High
10.Charlemagne in Sweatpants
When he's holding then the streetlamps
They seem an awful lot like spotlights
Yeah, sometimes Charlemagne gets uptight
Running numbers between bars
Running girls between the cars
And sometimes Charlemagne feels
Alright, alright, alright
Charlemagne had eyes just like a lover
Last winter there was weather
And his eyes just iced right over
Casanova's in the corner
And he's asking for a dance
Speed shooters driving 'round and coming down
And trying to hook up with an exit ramp
Tramps like us and we like tramps
Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants
Holly was supposed to be at CCD
But she was walking around on shady streets
She was looking around for something
She could take up to a party
And it's not like she's enslaved
It's more like she's enthralled
She don't need it but she likes it
So she always makes that call
First it makes her feel tall
Then it makes her feel small
And it's all a sweet fleeting feeling
They did the been caught stealing
Into dancing on the ceiling
And you're damn right we danced
Charlemagne's got something in his sweatpants
Do you want me to tell it like
It's boy meets girl and the rest is history
Or do you want it like a murder mystery？
I'm gonna tell it like a comeback story
'Cause when we left, we were defeated
And depressed and when we arrived
We were ripping high
We had a gun in the glove box
We had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks
And Jesus Christ in all His glory
11.Certain Songs
I guess you're old enough to know
Kids out on the East Coast
Roughly twenty years old
They got coaxed out by a certain perfect ratio
Of warm beer to the summer smoke
And the Meat Loaf to the Billy Joel
Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls
She goes low on the seats when she gets high in her car
She looks shallow but she's neck deep in the steamy dreams
Of the guys along the harbor bars
She's pulling out her shirttails and she's jacking up her socks
Stern and stoned and confident, coming up towards the jukebox
Born into the only songs that everybody finally sings along
B-1 is for the good girls and it's 'Only the good die young'
C-9 is for the making eyes, it's 'Paradise by the dashboard
light'
B-12 is for the speeders and D4 is for the lovers
And the hard drugs are for the bartenders
And the kitchen workers and the bartender's friends
And they're playing it again and Ellen Foley gives 'em hope
And certain songs they get scratched into our souls
I guess you're old enough to know
Kids out on the West Coast are taking off their clothes
Screwing in the surf and going out to shows
They get high and ride around in GTOs
Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls
Certain songs they get so scratched into our souls
12.Banging Camp
Holly wore a string around her finger
She said it helps her to remember
All the nights that we got over
And besides, it ties her outfit all together
Holly wore a string around her finger
There are strings attached to every single lover
But they still can't even tether us together
Listen to the back of the theater
I think they really love one another
There are strings attached to every single lover
When they say great white sharks
They mean the kind in big black cars
When they say killer whales
They mean they whaled on him
'Til they killed him up in penetration park
Holly wore a cross to ward them off
She said if they think you're a Christian
Then they won't bring in the dogs
And if they think you're a Catholic
Then they'll want to meet your boss
Holly wore a cross to ward them off
Yeah, there's camps
Down by the banks of the river
And it's sketchy in the night
But they mostly lay low in the light
Hey sweet recovery, come on
Won't you wade into the water with me？
You know, there's camps
Down by the banks of the river
When they say black and tans
You know they mean the kind from the cans
We don't got time to mix it all together
I'm a very busy man, man
She said I dig those awkward silence
'Cause I grew up in denial
And went to school in Massachusetts
He said hi, I like to party on the problem blocks
And I can't stand it when the banging stops
I saw her at the party pit
She was shaky but still trying to shake it
Half naked and three-quarters wasted
She was completely alone
I saw him at the riverbank
He was breaking bread and giving thanks
With crosses made of pipes and planks
Leaned up against the nitrous tanks
And he said take a hit
Hold your breath and I'll dunk your head
Then when you wake up again
Yeah, you'll be high as hell and born again
Yeah, there's strings attached
To every single lover
There's strings attached
To every single lover
13.Sweet Payne
Payne avenue lives up to its name
Some nights, it's painful and strange
The whole city seemed sane in the day
But some nights, it seems distressed and deranged
The east side is where we met with those guys
That said they'd get us high but then changed
Now they're down in the basement
And they're bashing out his brains
Kids are getting cut up with the motorcycle chains
And St. Paul had it all when we called
And they were maxing out on medicine
A shaved head and the blood on the bed
And those guys you recognize
They got the same tattoos as Gideon
Strong stuff and she had more than enough
And she was slumping over smiling
And sailing off with cherubim
The cityscape skins are kinda kicking it again
They're gonna show these kids some discipline
Gideon's been living up in Bay City, Michigan
And he's been working at the Michelin
He got messed up with some messed up magicians
We got so high
Some nights Michigan looked just like a mitten
Some nights we got fried, strung out on residuals
And visuals and laser shows, reach into the speaker
And try to hold on to the quarter notes
I always dream about a unified scene
I always dream about a unified scene
There's James King and King James and James Dean
At a table in the corner of my unified scene
They want a double order of love and respect
They said they just got back from
Up in Hostile, Massachusetts
And girl, I've seen your friend
She looks nothing like Jada Pinkett
I think you got something in those cigarettes
Gideon was living up in South Minneapolis
He was the cowboy on the crosstown bus
And all the little fillies at the Yukon Club
Are gunning for the gold rush
We got tangled in electrical fences
We got wrapped up in the Indian fringes
All the little fillies at the Yukon Club
Are gunning for the gold rush
Yeah, they just can't get enough
14.How A Resurrection Really Feels
Her parents named her Hallelujah
The kids all called her Holly
And if she scared you then she's sorry
She's been stranded at these parties
These parties they start lovely
But they get druggy and they get ugly
And they get bloody
The priest just kinda laughed
The deacon caught a draft
She crashed into the Easter mass
With her hair done up in broken glass
She was limping left on broken heels
When she said, 'Father
Can I tell your congregation
How a resurrection really feels？'
Holly was a hood rat
And now you finally know that
And she's been disappeared for years
Today she finally came back
St. Louis had enslaved me
I guess Santa Ana saved me
St. Peter had me on the queue
The St. Paul saints they waved me through
I was all wrapped up in some video booth
When I heard her say, 'I love you too'
She said, 'I've laid beneath my lovers
But I've never gotten laid'
Some nights she felt protected
Some nights she felt afraid
She spent half last winter
Just trying to get paid
From some guy she originally thought
To be her savior
They wrote her name in magic marks
On stop signs and subway cars
They got a mural up on East 13th that said
'Hallelujah, rest in peace'
Hallelujah was a hood rat
And now you finally know that
She's been disappeared for years
Today she finally came back
Walk on back, walk on back
She said, 'Don't turn me on again
I'd probably just go
And get myself all gone again'
'Don't turn me on again
I'll probably just go and go
And get myself all gone again'
'So don't turn me on again
I'll probably just go and go
And get myself all gone again'
Hallelujah was a sexy mess
She looked strung out but experienced
So we all got kind of curious
Walk on back
15.Stevie Nix
You came into the party with a long black shawl
And the guys from the front lawn
Were making jokes about the white swan
Some nights we just need to get touched
And rub up against something plush
Some nights it's just a crush a
Nd some nights it's blood lust
She said we might use you later on
Meet me right back here around dawn
You came into the ER
Drinking gin from a jam jar
And the nurse is making jokes about the ER
Being like an after bar
You know you're weak and effete
And I'm coming up from the streets
You're up in your loft getting soft
And I'm coming up the stairs
And I'm coming from the streets
She said I love the guys you can't trust
Meet me here about dusk
I was half dead then I got born again
I got lost in all the lights
But it was okay in the end
And when we hit the twin cities
I didn't know that much about it
I knew Mary Tyler Moore
And I knew Profane Existence
I was keyed up, keys jangled in the stalls
They counted money in the motels
They mostly sold it in the malls
And the carpet at the Thunderbird
Has a burn for every cowboy that got fenced in
She said you remind me of Rod Stewart
When he was young
You've got passion and you think that you're sexy
And all the punks think that you're dumb
The guys around the lockers
Got a story about the stomach pump
And the guys behind the theater
Found a body in the garbage dump
She got screwed up by religion
She got screwed by soccer players
She got high for the first time at the camps
Down by the banks of the Mississippi River
Lord, to be seventeen forever
She got confused about the truth
She came to in a confession
She got high for the last time in the camps
Down by the banks of the river
Lord, to be thirty-three forever
And she got screwed up by her vision
It was scary when she saw him
She didn't tell a single person about the camps
On the banks of the Mississippi River
Lord, to be seventeen forever
She got strung out on the scene
And she got scared when it got druggy
The way the whispers bit like fangs
In the last hour of the party
Lord, to be thirty-three forever
16.Chicago Seemed Tired Last Night
Nelson Algren came to Paddy
At some party at the dead end alley
Yeah, he told him what to celebrate
And I met William Butler Yeats
Sunday night dance party, summer 1988
At first I thought it might be William Blake
We mix our own mythologies
We push them out through PA systems
We dictate our doxologies and try
To get sleeping kids to sit up and listen
And I'm not saying we could save you
But we could put you in a place
Where you could save yourself
If you don't get born again at least you'll get high as hell
Yeah and sweet St. Paul
That must be the hardest luck saint of them all
We met him at some suburban St. Paul mall
But when St. Theresa came to Holly
I wasn't even at that party
I'd already moved out to New York City
When Judas went up and kissed him
I almost got sick
I guess I knew what was coming
I guess I knew it was coming
We gather our gospels from gossip and bar talk
Then we declare them the truth
We salvage our sermons from message boards and scene reports
And we sic them on the youth
We try out new testaments on the guys sitting next to us
In the bars with the bars on the windows, alright
Even if you don't get converted tonight
You gotta admit the band's pretty tight
They did 'She's Got Legs' into 'Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg'
Into something by the Dixie Dregs
And they faked their way through 'Fairytale of New York'
When the band finished playing we howled out for more
Hey Nelson Algren, Chicago seemed tired last night
They had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes
Hey William Butler Yeats, all the Irish seemed wired last night
They tried to separate our girls from our guys
They had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes
17.Don't Let Me Explode
He said what about Los Angeles？
She said we never really made it that far west
We scored big in Denver and thought it might be best
To go hang around in the upper Midwest
He said what about New Orleans？
She said I don't think you understand what that means
All those hangers-on, those girls lifting up their shirts
When the cameras come on
We were trying to stay away from those kind of scenes
And we didn't go to Dallas 'cause Jackie Onassis said that
It ain't safe for Catholics yet
Think about what they pulled on Kennedy
And then think about his security
Then think about what they might try to pull on you and me
Saint Barbara, I'm calling your name
Don't let me blow up, we'll hook it all up
I guess there's fields of speed where there's fields of grain
Saint Barbara, don't let me explode
I can feel the whole scene starting to corrode
When we're fooling around on the frontage roads
He asked what happened to Charlemagne
She just smiled all polite like and said something vague
She said Charlemagne got caught up in some complicated things
Then she wiped at her nose and she winked
18.Hostile, Mass
A knockoff necktie the way he wore it
Made it look more like a tourniquet
I looked deep in his eyes
I saw Lynn, Massachusetts
She hung a sleeveless dress
Up on a sleeved up lifestyle
Girl, you gotta cover that
He was gushing blood from wide open wounds
And she decided that she loved him
They put the screws into Charlemagne
He had a detox dream, he saw Christ in all his glory
Charlemagne didn't feel any pain
But he's bleeding from the holes in his story
He said, 'Hey my name is Corey
I'm really into hardcore, people call me Hard Corey'
Don't you hate these clever people
And all these clever people parties
In the park drinking Dark Bacardi
Thinking things are funny
When they really ain't that funny
The kids on the corner
They keep getting stung
The color of our teeth
Matches the color of our tongues
In the back bay fens getting gentle
Up against the fence with some guy
Who looks like Mickey Mantle
Dirty minds keep coming through the mud
The color of their eyes
Matches the color of our blood
He had a painters cap, it said 'Panama Jack'
It had the flaps on the back that kept the sun off his neck
He woke up deep in Hostile, Massachusetts
Reaching out to try to touch the special effects
He had no shoes and no pants
And they dressed him in a shirt
With a collar and called him porky pig
The two of you went up to his room
Later on you wouldn't admit you did
Seeing lousy movies but only for the A／C
Skimpy little outfits and bad guys acting crazy
That's how I know when you're lying
It looks just like overacting
Kids on the corner are cracking and caving in
Turning over and turning other kids in
I never want to make you feel uncomfortable
I hope I never did
They met as kids he was angry and angsty
Yeah, she was a damned good dancer
I'll be damned if they didn't disappear
Wandered out of mass one day and faded
Into the fog and love and faithless fear
Charlemagne in sweatpants
And you and me in Hostile, Massachusetts
19.Most People Are DJs
Well, hold steady Ybor City
You're up to your neck in the sweat and wet confetti
If you want to get a little bit light in the heady
It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy
They're jamming jet skis into the jetty now
With some guy who looks like Rocco Siffredi
And I've heard he's been dead once already
It's going down right now in Lowertown
They're skipping off the good ship
U.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sexuality
Searching for the merchant with the five second delivery
They're slipping soft rock into their setlist now
They got some new guy that looks just like Phil Lynott
We're stumbling but I think we're still in it
It's a big world, girl and I can't understand it
We're tiny white specks in a bright blue planet
I was a teenage ice machine
I kept it cool in coolers and I drank until I dreamed
And when I dream I always dream about the scene
All these kids they look like little lambs looking up at me
I was a Twin Cities trash bin
I did everything they'd give me
I'd jam it into my system
She got me cornered by the kitchen
I said I'll do anything but listen
To some weird talking chick who just can't understand
That we're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet
Baby, take off your beret
Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs
And everything gets played
Working backwards from the doctor to the drugs
From the packie to the taxi to the cabbie to the club
A thousand kids will fall in love in all these clubs tonight
A thousand other kids will end up gushing blood tonight
Two thousand kids won't get all that much sleep tonight
Two thousand kids they still feel pretty sweet tonight
Yeah and I still feel pretty sweet
20.Knuckles
I've been trying to get people to call me Freddy Knuckles
People keep calling me Right Said Fred
And it's hard to keep trying when half your friends are dying
And it's hard to hold it steady
When half your friends are dead already
We got taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests
Militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth
We got wars going down in the middle west
We got wars going down in the middle western states
Kevlar vests against the crystal flakes
I've been trying to get people to call me Freddie Mercury
But people keep calling me Drop Dead Fred
It's hard to take it easy when half your friends are way too
easy
It's hard to get ahead when half your friends are dead
We got taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests
We got militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth
And we got wars going down in the middle west
We got wars going down in the middle western states
Kevlar vests against the crystal flakes
And his elbow was a spiderweb
With five spiders trapped inside and he said
You know, the last guy, I guess he didn't even have to die
But the first four looked so nice, I wanted five
The first four looked so nice
I've been trying to get people to call me Sunny D.
'Cause I got the good stuff the kids go for
But people keep calling me Five Alive
'Cause the last guy didn't really die, I just lied
And the first four didn't really die, I just lied
Too many people getting stabbed
Getting tangled up in crabs
And I've been trying to get people to call me Johnny Rotten
But people keep calling me Freddy Fresh
And it's hard to take it easy
When half your friends are looking way too easy
And it's hard to stay in bed when half your friends are dead
Taxmen coming around the back in their kevlar vests
Militia men cooking up a batch of the crystal meth
We got wars going down in the middle west
We got wars going down in the middle western states
White crosses and wooden stakes
21.Touchless
Well they scratched at my shoulder and they ripped at my shirt.
I went back inside and was seen by some nurse.
We keep getting trouble by these street level struggles,
I just wanna be, untouchable.
U.S. ingenuity, Canadian Security,
British Amplifiers, Point to Point technology.
They showed up in the dressing room and pretty much surrounded
me.
I just wanna be, untouchable.
I saw you coming at me,
I assumed you would attack me.
Didn't seem like you were coming in peace.
You came too close, too quick,
You put your nails in my neck,
You cried when they asked you to leave,
You shoulda gone touchless.
Waking up at two; rolling through the night,
The sound check ritual blocking out the light,
Look into the mezzanine to show some signs of life.
I don't wanna seem, unreachable.
I saw you coming at me,
I assumed you would attack me.
Didn't know if you're a friend or a freak.
You came too close, too quick,
You put your nails in my neck,
You cried when they asked you to leave,
You shoulda gone touchless.
You gotta watch what you wish for.
You gotta watch what you wish for.
The bouncers are bracing, for action up front.
Everybody's wound pretty tight.
It always seems to start,
When somebody takes a bottle outside.
I saw you coming at me,
I assumed you would attack me.
Didn't seem like you were coming in peace.
You came too close, too quick,
You put your nails in my neck,
You cried when they asked you to leave,
You shoulda gone touchless.
You gotta watch what you wish for.
You shoulda gone touchless.
You gotta watch what you wish for.
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