1.I Do What I Want, When I Want
Lyricist：Caralee Mc Elroy, Gordon Smith, James Cyrus Stewart
You had a dream about loss
Within the fruit there are worms
Yet still a vow to dare goodnight
You had a dream about love
Could it be you were the one
Who is waiting patiently for me
To disregard caution
To feign deafness to wisdom？
Could it be you were the one
Who is waiting insanely for me
To bind your limbs stoutly
To feign deafness, to protest？
You ask unhurried by doom
The shot only bursts forth heat
Bequeath a sigh if I would listen
You ask unhurried by love
Could it be you were the one
Who is waiting patiently for me
To stare blindly at forethought
To disregard caution？
Could it be you were the one
Who is waiting insanely for me
To tweak your cheeks unsweetly
To insist on concession？
2.In Lust You Can Hear The Axe Fall
Lyricist：Gordon Smith, James Cyrus Stewart
What happens in her without fun
Seeing my finger there
Touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
Name me three poems, fucker's guilt
We are just one man
Twisting, twisting, twisted, twisted, twisted
Who there is, who is not bored by his fate？
Discolored the bite of a pear
Cut, cut love me, cut love me into your breast
Crush a pastry into your breast
Bite your only lover's blood
To have learned nothing
Stitch it, stitch it, stitch it, stitch it, stitch it
Tell me who I had to bewitch？
Passerby who has a toilet
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Discolored by the bite of an ox
Slit make me, slit make me into your breast
And crush an ash tray into your breast
Oh shit, can you hear？
Oh, can you hear the axe fall？
Jesse, ah aha
In lust you can hear the axe fall
3.F.T.W.
Lyricist：James Cyrus Stewart
There is no right, there is no wrong
The way we live, there is only wrong
So radical, destroyed for nothing
And I don't care, I don't care anymore
Remarkable, pulsating creature
Into his calves the poison flows
When it is wondrous it makes us whole
To force a hammer and the nail through his skull
Journey to the end of the night
Am I alright, do I look alright？
A car has killed you and your corpse
Has de-discouraged us to never, never, never, never look up
The scorpion in our chest
Cuts the word to scar powerlessness
Journey to the end of the night
Am I alright, do I look alright？
Journey to the end of the night
Am I alright？
4.No Friend Oh!
Lyricist：Caralee Mc Elroy, Gordon Smith, James Cyrus Stewart
Young runaway upstanding man
The spring you seek is not for them
To stroke his cheek and thus
Repair the air hole of his creator
You always complain no one's good
Well, here you are, let them see
Tommy and Dan
You can't hold hands down your street
Who cares you're gay but it's your age
No friend oh!
A wretched life to sit through
His sister cries, 'You'll go to hell'
You're unsure if he's legal, it's more
Tommy and Dan
You can't hold hands down your street
Who cares you're gay but it's your age
No friend oh!
Tommy hits those apartments up
They cannot love anything
You hear a sign, is this what you meant
When you wrote your sister？
A chance you take is they deride your wicked heart？
I'm by your side
They don't understand what you do
So what for nor do you
Tommy and Dan
You can't hold hands down your street
Who cares you're gay but it's your age
No friend oh!
5.Guantanamo Canto
Lyricist：Gordon Smith, James Cyrus Stewart
Confess tied to a stretcher, no longer animal
Red, white and blue, choking on peace
Your suicide, his politics, nay misery
My country needs this freedom
To contradict your humanness
La, la, now we are safe, now we are safe
You'll never know how you've made us safe
And your son grows to kill us all
We say thank you complicity
Your daughter grows to kill us all
And we say thanks to ease our shame
6.Under Pressure
Pressure pushing down on me
Pushing down on you - no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts some people on the streets
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends scream, 'Let me out!'
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on the people
People on the streets
Chippin' around
Kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
People on the streets
People on the streets
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends scream, 'Let me out!'
Pray tomorrow takes me higher, higher, higher
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Insanity laughs under pressure - we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance？
Why can't we give love that one more chance？
Why can't we give love, give love, give love？
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love？
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For the people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves un...
7.Black Keyboard
Lyricist：James Cyrus Stewart
Why would mother say such things？
Why add a tongue to her kiss goodnight？
Force me to know the want
No one needs to know
Be free, laugh at your son
A child is nothing without hate
Be certain he feels
His love is trash
Be the premier to shriek out
Hail bigots, hang him
Hold me mommy
Face down in your filth
Why would you tell me how many times
That my father made you cream？
Rest now, be free, be free, be free
Be free, be free, be free
A child is no one without pain
As you pray, head down
That I find a censurous love
Push me mommy
Eyes ablaze into hell
8.Master Of The Bump ( Kurt Stumbaugh, I Can Feel The Soil Falling
Over My Head )
If you say my dancing is effeminate
I will never dance again
And if you say my logic is irreversible
then things will always be the same
Master of the bump
and master of the hustle
But i not i'm not your
only sweetheart
And if you note
I'm smacking of a savagery
Know its essential to my masculinity
and if you say my dancing is effeminate
i will never dance again
Master of the bum
and master of the smurf
But i'm not your timeless one and only
9.You Are Pregnant You, You Are Dead
never had I seen a woman falling down
to the grass court
gingko across her face, yellowed by
a child and a boyfriend
calling so hard to its father, 'bury me in the sawdust!'
deepen the dread, gotten rid of by this self immolation
AGAIN!
the dust that hides the sweetness of the pyre
feel you turn into tears and ashes inside my lungs
10.The Leash
Lyricist：James Cyrus Stewart
Perseus holds the head of Medusa
Oh, what I would give to be her
My hands cannot hold steady
When you reach out to me
Maybe boy, oh, if you could tell
Would you ever be taken as I am？
That I look to you every night
You do not seem to notice
Gull had made your sweetheart wrong
Born to suffer, born only to die
A dog will run its way into harm
When anyone lets off the leash
To reveal what I once was
Just for once, just for once
In this she is not unique
To have lied to a lover
To be coveted, to be seen as I am
Sorry, your rage a hammer
Beat up on me, crumble me as powder
Wipe me off of your uniform
It's the same blood that you loved
I don't think that you are a fool
But you cannot deny me as a woman
Oh and since I was your woman
11.Child At Arms
Lyricist：Gordon Smith, James Cyrus Stewart
Foul deeds indeed, duping prosperity
We made no vow always
We just fought, the rifle is heavy
Beyond compassion
Some human destruction
Beauty, you forgive, forgotten
War for cricket children
Placed with for a long enjoyment
Brought back to fight
Your idea of dying is gone
Your idea of killing is printed on the body
He moves with you all of the time
He moves with you all of the time
He moves with you all of the time
He moves with you all of the time
He moves with you all of the time
He moves with you all of the time
12.Puff And Bunny
Lyricist：Caralee Mc Elroy, Gordon Smith, James Cyrus Stewart
Of a life that's allotted to be yours
A trifle, oh Lord take it from me
That tonight is closed
Hot pepper, hot pepper
Hot pepper look at me I am alone
Hot pepper, hot pepper
I'm single, I have no friends in my new city
Hot pepper I'm alone
Without dignity for you to consider
Hot pepper, hot pepper look at me
To babble too big for your likes exposed
The idol grants you this lie that is ours
Hot pepper, hot pepper
Hot pepper look at me I am alone
Hot pepper, hot pepper
No friends in my new city
Hot pepper, vanity
Without consequence for you to trip over
Hot pepper, hot pepper
Hot pepper, hot, look at me
13.White Nerd
Lyricist：James Cyrus Stewart
Oh, you could have been a diamond
A flicker in the campfire
But what shall you do now？
Nothing, nothing, you will do nothing
Or you could've been the 13 of spades
Destroyer of the jerk off of hearts
Well, you know where should you go
Nowhere, nowhere, you won't be anywhere else
I am right, figures
You are wrong, pig oils
Holy F, holy U, holy C K O S H A W A
Or you could've been a modock
The last spring Indians in Washington
500 or 600 girls like you
Spilling their percocet out on the level floor
White nerd
What have you learned？
White nerd
You let us down
White nerd
What have you learned？
White nerd
You let us down
Or you could've more anti-yourself
So astoundingly unsilent
But make-up over your pimples
Will blow us fresh, away
I am unwrong, figures
You are unright, pig oils
Holy F, holy U, holy C K O S H A W A
White nerd
What have you learned？
White nerd
You let us down
White nerd
What have you learned？
Black nerd
We let you down
14.Gayle Lynn
Lyricist：Gordon Smith, James Cyrus Stewart
Is this the first time you've known regard？
Two weeks not enough to unnoticed
Why are we like this？
Cut at what's already cut
The littlest of stones
No one visits this
Solitude and death for you
Gayle Lynn
1948
Unloved infant girl
The loneliest of graves for you
Gayle Lynn
Does your daddy's grief excuse the stain
That you have as well watched we died
Terry and Cathleen
1948
Unloved infant girl
The loneliest of graves for you
Gayle Lynn
The littlest of stones
No one visits this
Solitude and death for you
Gayle Lynn
You hear this every day and keep them safe forever
You've heard this one before and keep them safe forever
You hear this all the time but please, please look after them
15.From The Balcony To The Mud, Part 1
16.Kitten Revolution
Cotton Mather would find you
hard and joyless
you family doctor
would let you become paralyzed
after I crack open your head
with the log lady's log
take the bandana off your wrist
and use to keep your brains
from spilling out onto the asphalt
you'll see Caralee's skin there
Mike Hadreas
don't get used to this
your avenging angel's
battle cry
'QUEERS IS PIMPS TOO!'
I don't know karate
but I know ka-razor
and before the tulip fades
you will look so dead zitted and surprised
that the shadow has extended to your
bashers grave
I just forgot what Jesus would do
but I remembered to wrap my tiny
hands around your mud boiled throat
Monsieur Hadreas
don't say you are used to it
your avenging angel's
battle cry
'QUEERS IS PIMPS TOO!'
be good
inarticulate
and kissed
'QUEERS IS GIMPS TOO!'
17.There Are Two Men In A Red Mercedes Trying To Rape A Woman In My
Parking Space
18.Farther On (Traditional)
19.Juarez
20.From The Balcony To The Mud, Part 2
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