I'm on a raft
Can't turn back
Stimulate the open chords
I'm on a raft
Can't turn back
(Louder!)

You're an ocean of honey
Painfully funny yeah
And the tears that you grow
Are coming up early

I'm on a raft
Can't turn back
And you stimulate the open chords
Rats in the back of the shack
And gulls ahead(?)

You're a nestea splash
Soul kissed two thousand clouds
Of the titles of bends(?)
And they're heavy and i know

Damn the gold diggers
All around this funky place
Damn damn damn all the 49ers
 

Stringz of Nashville
Dont be a toy
Go back
Magazine
Dont dont be a toy
Go back
Magazines
Theres a charactature
No one reads

I know i know
Gotta lot of special things to do
With me i'm through
I know its alright
Sing along
Sing along
Sing along

Practice everything you preach
You know
I got none today
Expectin none tomorrow
And tomorrow after that
Release the strings of nashville
And watch the songs expire
And the silence is danger
But its not required here
So why you scared?

I know i know
You've got alot of special things to do
For me i'm through
I know its alright
Sing a song
To get you through the night
Get you through the night
 

Camera (R.E.M. cover)
In the corporate layer
In the offices of double digit floors
Yves had a way with moves
Its a shame you never played
Never learned the way to remind you
Ive gotta remember
Do you rememebr my trust laws

Descending from a crowd
And all the city streets are loud
Born born you were born to be a camera
And alll-----

A pocket of memories
An installation set up on your bedroom floor
Makes you sing about the photographs before
Before you ran up to the lazy store
Bag their ass for more

Ascending ascending ascending from a crown
And all the city streets they are too loud (too loud)
You were born to be a camera
And all, all the flutters shut
 

Coolin' by Sound
On the dirt trail shitty
A shitty fuck, just a shitty fuck

Ass down, ass down, ass down
Sour my plans

Corporal he’s the man
Tapes it faster than your pen
I don’t know just what to do
With his hope anymore

Go understand my point of view
It’s not as easy thing to do
And that's all I'll ever sing for you

Observer, observer, observer, observer
I try and make a living
Out of being a life observer

Observer, observer, observer, observers, I’m observing
I’m trying to make a living
Out of being an observer, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’m coolin’ by sound
I’m coolin’ by sound
I’m cooler than you
Doo-do-doo-do-doo
Doo-do-doo-do-doo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 

Stare
Staring down
Check out my wheels
Dont know much about it
Staring down
Check out my wheels
Dont know much about it
You shouldnt give it away
Cause you know harm
Staring and swearin
Cause you know harm

Poor chester
He was a dog
Kinda dog you live in
Drink a sip
Second hand wheels
Nicer things i'm after
Car shifted down
 

Haunt You Down
Got a leaf, and a spliff
Light that spliff
God bless that spliff in my mouth
Or should I say jah baby
Spin Doctors are crazy
Take it butch

I’ve got a light complete with my love
I’ve got a wife; she fits in my leather gloves
I’ve got a knife; I keep it above my heart for you
Rock on

You know it sets me down
The way you tremble when you’re down
And all the lies you tell
Come back to haunt you baby

Come back to haunt you down
Come back to haunt you baby

In Christmas in France I don’t wanna have no pants
I’ve had Christmas in France where they don’t wear any pants
I’ve had Christmas in Detroit, how do you think that feels?
I’ve been married in Cincinnati too
Hold off

All your New York fillies waiting for your man to come home
And all your deep undecided foxes
I’m coming out, I’m coming out, coming for you
I smell you on my hands and it smells pretty good
Oh yeah

Hold me down and love me
Hold me down and love me
Keep that knife above me

I’ll teach you how to look my age if you want to look old
I’ll teach you how to look my age if you want to look old
I’ll teach you how to look my age
I’ll teach you how to look act like an over-age, over-age

Hurts
 
 

Exit Theory
... Partridge family dreams to the homeland
 

5 - 4 vocal
It's the shouting
It's the shouting
It's the dutchman
It's the dutchman
Shout

Give it away
I don't need your...shuff

It's the shouting
It's the shouting
It's the shouting
It's the dutchman
Shout

Give it away
I don't need your... shuff

etc.
 
 

Jam Kids
On the Fourth of July, in the dark of the setting, setting sons
All the jam kids came out, for they knew they had a leader
They knew they had a new man

God praise you when you look at me like that
I leave you for a dollar
So I need to get on my way, on my way home

I said I needed log to break me, logs won’t break me
My heart is a carriage and my soul is the horses, I swear
Do you think that the microphone is the answer to your question?

I don’t know why, don’t know I don’t, no I don’t know, I don’t know why
Don’t know I don’t, no I don’t know, I don’t know why, don’t know I don’t

_ _ _ _
Gypsy imagine my Christmas is not like your bar mitzvah
Light the candle, light the candle, burn out _ _

Bring it down
Don’t expect it when it goes wrong
You might be the one
Don’t expect much, and if it goes wrong they will say you’re the one

And your snout is like an elephant’s trunk when I’m naked
I like to wrap my harvesting piece around it
Would you like my harvesting piece?
It’s a special, special piece, and I wear it for my niece

Such a cute, cute little kitty, play with her mittens why don’t you?
I knitted them for you
It was a private, private gift did you tell your mother?
She is a _ _ _
Yeah

Christmas at your _ _
Don’t make no sense
December, December, June, December, December, June, December, December, June