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Carolina Wanna write a song about a place I've never been About the whiskey I didn't drink About the dog I never owned And the porch I never sat on On a quiet rural farm In a fake bucolic past In the old romantic south Where the life was much simpler Wanna write a song about Carolina About a person that I'm not About a life I've never lived

Glamorous Ghost Move a little closer and you'll see She's a balsa wood shell She's a glamorous ghost She's a Wafer thin waif She's a breath of fresh smoke Move a little closer and you'll see Her shoulder blades are sharp as razors Looks like she's marching to Bataan Too rich, too thin, too fabulous Got a jet black North Face down jacket on Move a little closer and you'll see The Hollows behind her eyes Are a dark and lonely place Clad red she looks right through me I'm just another anonymous face Famine Chic's her chosen style She feels dead inside Her favorite meal is intravenous Our herselves she is petrified Move a little closer and you'll see She's starving for attention Starving for love Just plain starving She's a skeleton in her own walk-in closet

God Jr. I inherited the family business Nobody knew it would grow so fast I benefited from one hell of a network Nobody knew whether it would last Everybody and their brother Tries to use my name for their own ends Wish I'd registered the copyright Coulda cashed in on that trend Don't blame me, I'm God Jr. For your distorted beliefs Don't count on me, I'm God Jr. I can't get no relief Nepotism is a two-edged sword When your name's God Jr. you'd better score Dad sent me down to deliver the word Getting nailed to a cross I never bargained for Muslim Christian Israelite Just like me, just like you And if you don't believe in me cut me some slack But don't Hold your breath cause I ain't coming back Don't blame me, I'm God Jr. I didn't ask for the gig Don't count on me, I'm God Jr. Cause the world's really big It ain't easy to be God Jr. Sometimes I wanna hang my head in shame But don't blame me, I'm God Jr. A lotta baggage with the family name

Buckeye You from Ohio A certain style A certain bile You bring out in me I'm on a bender I wanna go to Dayton and drink Takes too much energy to think About my passing life Columbus Cincinnati And Cleveland Back in your hole now Banana Nazi You got vanity in your head There's no sanity till you're dead Columbus Cincinnati Sandusky Like Woody Hayes now And all the Tafts now Up there in Akron With Eric Carmen And Carl Lindner Marge's dog Schottzie And Pete Rose now They gotta go now And it ends here.

Noisy-Le-Grand We got junkies scratchin We got acres and acres of concrete We're just down the road from Marne la Valee We got the Avenue Victor Basch Welcome to Noisy-Le-Grand Nous avons des activites, pour les jeunes Nous avons les arcades de Mont d'Est Nous avons quelques arrets de bus Nous avons tres riches heures Bievenu a Noisy Le Grand We got excrement in the RER We got a ghost town during the world cup match We got a neo brutalist work of Ill-conceived urban planning Welcome to Noisy le Grand Welcome to Noisy-le Grand Don't get off on your way to Diseyland Where the ministries have washed their hands They've all but given up hope on the suburbs of France

Polish I tried to help To render aid But you discarded me Now it's too late Polish your own turd Make the shit shine I made myself available In your hour of need. But you were too UNSTABLE So I'll let you bleed

Nolan Bushnell At a Chuck E Cheese on an edge city strip I was gnawing on a cold slice when a robotron brought me my Diet Coke And he forgot to add the ice And I got to thinking of the young man Who once commanded the stage Edison of the pixel Henry Ford of the video age Nolan Bushnell Started so well Father of Pong Where did you go so horribly wrong Gave birth to Atari No need to be sorry No need…to be sorry Mario and Sonic owe it all to you and so does half of Seattle was it the cocaine and the hot tubs that brought you down or was it A proxy battle Millions of freaks And computer geeks Wanted to be Nolan 'Til his ideas Were stolen

Exquisite Corpse Won't you come and see My exquisite corpse Been working on it Piece by piece Just take a section and tell me how you like it Though I think it's alive You'll have to tell me Come mock on my noisy rapport My exquisite corpse has a life of it's own It's much more that it seems Doesn't just sit there and take criticism It's got aspirations and dreams Come mock on my noisy rapport It's the cornerstone of my body of work It's what I hope everybody sees Hey, pay attention! Ignore it at your peril Exquisite corpses don't grow on trees Come mock on my noisy rapport

Tommy Tommy fell a mile He thought that he could fly Took a plunge into the ground that refused to comply he had to leave behind His beloved his beer and boat But they become expendable when you're perpetually afloat Tommy Fell a mile Wallenda shook his hand Houdini said who's the neophyte Stefano Casiraghi kissed him on both his cheeks Senna looked uptight tommy fell a mile He thought that he could fly Took a plunge into the ground that refused to comply Tommy Fell a mile Tommy Went up high In his ultralight No one knows what went on up there He didn't come home that night Wanted to be there Floating on the air He was satisfied because We couldn't touch him there Tommy Fell a mile

Our Miss Brooks Gimme Drugs Get Me Drunk She was a head turner And I'm a slow learner Our Miss Brooks Isn't ours anymore Take me out Booze me up Gimme drugs Get me drunk She was a scene stealer and I'm a slow healer Our Miss Brooks Isn't ours anymore Take me out Booze me up Gimme drugs Get me drunk She was a head turner She left with Dave Pirner Our Miss Brooks Isn't ours anymore Our Miss Brooks Will not be Our Miss Brooks Would not be Our Miss Brooks Could not be Our Miss Brooks She's history Our Miss Brooks Isn't ours anymore

Scratch & Lose Hey Mr. Old man, You're holding up the line so many choices there, You can't make up your mind The gaming commission is teasing away your hard-earned pension check with "Just so many ways to play!" And when you've spent it all Don't look so confused You've pissed it all away It happens when you scratch and lose Social Security is neither, that's for sure When your obsession runs To Blackjack, Wingo, and pick-four Down at the Quik-e-Mart, you're making people wait Cause you just won five bucks, After spending fifty-eight And when you've lost it all You won't have no excuse You've pissed it all away It happens when you scratch and lose You wait so patiently, For the evening news to end the lovely lotto girl Has become your closest friend And when you've hit it big, after all these years You'll check your number one more time You won't believe your ears How will you spend it all How to exploit your prize The answer's obvious "Do you know how many tickets 15 million buys" Scratch…and…lose

66 Prairie, desert, mountains, dreams Path to Okie salvation Sectioned off like a lowly worm How'd it come to this? Blasting AC On the Joad road Martin Milner never looked so good And Bobby Troup you lied to me Looking for 66 Trying to find a trail that doesn't exist It was tossed aside like million of Bics Looking for 66 Now I'm trying to find 66 Holy grail that doesn't exist Victim of cruel economics Looking for 66 Only shades, drawn and lurking Hitch your wagon to the Bangkok Post Get a genuine replica sign Anywhere from coast to coast Blasting AC On the Joad road George Maharis never looked so good And Bobby Troup you lied to me

Braintree Split (Peterson) Never thought a stage dive Could cause such a trauma Never thought that I'd be in This made-for-TV drama Hope she'll be alright and not as bad as reported hope that they can remove My bootprint from her forehead As I roll past the gas tank With Smokey closing in I search that yellow stripe again for the face of Ho Chi Minh Maybe it's denial Or maybe force of habit But there's no turning back now, as I hit The Braintree split I might find Providence If I head to the right Move into a new state out of mind, out of sight Or I might find freedom If I head for Playmouth Rock Trooper's closing in now I can hear his pistol cock Shoulda just gone quietly when the badges came around I should have listened to my Mom when she said Turn that noise down! Though that I could chew All that I once bit But there's no turning back now As I hit The Braintree split Now my favorite club shut down Some punk girl's dreams'll sour She'll opt for safe security in Michael Bolton and Eddie Bauer All that I hold dear All that I love Will come tumbling down With the force of one good shove All because of me So here in limbo I sit But there's no turning back now As I hit The Braintree split.

No one likes us (we don't care)We don't like the poor's demonization We don't like PC rules We don't like speech restrictions We don't like waffling fools We don't like bad wealth distribution We don't like Sonic Youth We don't like the Gingrich revolution We don't like Biblical truth No one likes us, we don't care We don't like fundamentalists We don't like shopping malls We don't like the Chili Peppers We don't like Telemarketing calls We don't like people in rehab We don't like DC-10s We don't like Bud and Miller We don't like Friends No one likes us, we don't care We don't like media mergers We don't like Kathy Lee We don't like Regis either We don't like pay TV We don't like Promise keepers We don't like the Hard Rock Café We don't like fuckin racists We got doubts 'bout the American Way No one likes us, we don't care No one like us, we don't fuckin care

Instead of Taking My Life When did you get that way? I heard myself say Ten years have gone by Since you left me to die Did you really think that I'd stay? It absurd that you thought I would Instead I left you for good Didn't hedge my bets I've got no regrets You really should've known where I stood When I first saw you I looked twice, but it's true That I wasn't impressed by your friends With their casual flair And their expensive hair The prettiest twenties and tens It was a purely physical thing Just an extended fling You failed the test I couldn't invest How could you ask for a ring If you got it at all You wouldn't have called And we'd have avaided all the strife I'd have let you down soft with tea and Zoloft instead of taking my life Do you still act that way? I hear myself say Though I'm ten years dead I'm still in your head Are you still feeling guilty today?

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