People of the bay
It is excrutiatingly gray
Face the front when he comes for you
Type slowly

Wish upon my ankles
Wish upon my blue incandescent shiny guillotine
The edge of creation is blurred and blushed
Not a lot of room to grow inside this leather terrarium
Sci-fi darlin'
Sci-fi darlin' don't go
Whoa! Whoa!

Back on the planet now
And I'm beginning to wonder how
Echelon your dreams and they'll come true
Type slowly
Echelon your dreams and they'll come true
Type slowly
 

Cherry Area
Hey, you need an A for effort
But I give you a  B for delivery, my friend
You are too late and I need to escape
To my private apartment
And my gross, gross television set

It's new and it's current
It's got blue and it's current
is hot special, special director's cut
Just for you my friend of friends

Blasted concept and my cherry area
Is just a little scary to be around right now
So keep away my friend
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Watch that hand my friend
You're in a sacred environment
You're in a sacred environment, oh whoa
I need to go
I need to go
I need to...
 

Wanna Mess You Around
1 2 3 4
I break bread on a monday
And there's no more manic monday
???

Takes the rat to distract me
But you're not gonna distract me babe
???

I wanna fuck around
I wanna fuck around
I wanna fuck around
I wanna fuck around
I wanna fuck around
I wanna fuck around
 
 

No Tan Lines
deviances anticipated
triple-x or at least r-rated
san tropez the middle of may
there's no tanlines tonight, no tanlines tonight,
but trench it rev it
its time to share spit in the sauna
will be come close
with you oh yeah

princess with a cold-killer instinct
winked at me from across the ice rink
leather uppers soft for the spins
but she gives it away without a rest

language bury her in the motherland
language barrier in the Pathan grain
yeah oh yeah

you will be my candystriper
junior leaguer bedpan wiper
convalescent enema essence
i live to be gray, i live to be gray!
 

Westie Can Drum
3:03
The seconds they are sequins and the minutes string
Raveled 'round a mannequin
A formless space
a party line at last that we can all embrace
And segue to the burning masses
Tend to a love-in
Don't question, just get in
I think that we are losing our way
Westy -- he cannot drum

Half past noon
Visualize a centaur baying at the moon
his profile is a silver circle
Brings to mind the portraits on the coinages at Lincoln's beard
Then why's he got a horse's body?
Bless in the cruiser, your lover, you'll lose him
I think that we are losing our way
Westy -- he cannot drum

5:19
Deluded like a Dixiecrat -- I told ya
Clog latrine
And clean it like a Dixiecrat
And deck the halls with spirolina
Dry route to Devon
so great, like heaven
I think that we are losing our way
Westy -- he cannot drum
No, Westy -- he cannot drum

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
I got a knife!  I got a knife!
I got a la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I got a light!  I got a night!
I got a night!
I got all night!  I got all night!
I got all night!  I got all night!
I got all night!  I got a knife!
I got a light! I got a night!
I got a knife!  I got a knife!
I got a knife!
 

Winner of The...
I'll tell you what I remember
(She'll tell you what you forgot.)
Not really much to remember
(There's a lot to forget.)
And I'm the winner of all
(And I'm the winner of all.)
Who put the salt in the ball?

And I'm the winner of everything
everything known and true to me
Repetition is everything
I'm still trying to make my stand

So did you read about me
(Do you know what I did?)
More people know about me
(And all the things that I said.)
Acknowledgment of everything
(Acknowledgment of myself.)
And I'm not the snowman anymore

I'm the winner of everything
everything known and true to me
And repetition is everything
And I'm still trying to make my stand

I can feel good and bad
it doesn't mean I worry
And I'm the winner of all
And I'm not the snowman anymore

I'm the winner of everything
everything known and true to me
Location means everything
I'm still trying to make my stand