— The Bottle —

I smell the oak
Then I whince and I choke
As I swim in the lake of fire
Once I am soaked
I shake off, have a smoke
The Fireball stings my throat
I feel like I’m committed
To forever gettin dimwitted
I’ve been sinning all afternoon
Where I tried sipping wine
and the rum hit me fine
But it’s the corn or the rye that I get into

…The bottle, Oh the bottle
Gimme another one I can swallow
Til the morning when I’m hearing hells bells
Well it burns goin down
Gonna take it to the bottom anyway
And I know that the devil will be there

I could move to Manhattan
Where things are happenin
All these bottles look like skyscrapers to me
I could go in my suburban
On an over night excursion
But I’m feelin far gone already
I could use another sling
of that Old Fashioned thing
Don’t need no map to know where I’m goin

to the bottle, oh the bottle…

I’m feeling glum
Bottle’s in my mouth like a gun
And I think I see the white light
The hardwood of my garret
Surrounds me like a casket
And I’m hammering it shut with Rusty Nails

Oh, the bottle…

— Yonder —

Over there yonder
Where Little John drown
We buried an anchor
To keep the devil down

Mama went crazy
Billy run off
Me I developed
A horrible cough

Son if you want my daughter
Then put that bottle down
‘Cause I can forgive you
For the raucous downtown

But if you want your whiskey
Better turn and walk away
She will not love you
No she’ll never stay

‘Cause the river runs wild round here
And family runs deep
If you want my daughter
You’re gonna have to come clean

— She Is Right —

My darling says to me
You think I’m beautiful
And I can only say it’s true
Cause when I look into her eyes
And I see all the love inside
Yeah, all of it shines through

She is right, she is right
Everyday and every night
She is right, she is right
Everyday and every night

My darling says to me
l know you adore me
And I can only say it’s true
When I wake up in the morn
And I feel oh so cozy warm
There is nothing I can do

She is right, she is right
Everyday and every night
She is right, she is right
Everyday and every night

My darling says to me
Oh, my sweet, sweet boy
And I can only say it’s true
Cause I know her, and me
And all the things we want to be
We’re givin’ each other what we need

She is right, she is right
Everyday and every night
She is right, she is right
Everyday and every night

She’s so bright
It’s outta sight
Everyday and every night
She is right, she is right
Everyday and any ol’ night

— Susan Grey —

Her name is Mrs. Susan Grey
She stay in England, UK
Her ingrish ain’t good
She’s old and disabled
and she has no more family in China

Her investors started this venture
Sometime long, long ago
The Gambling she did paid off
And she became a little successful

So many people benefit from this, ooo
And you could get some too

She’s intent on establishing trust
So she give you personal loan
You don’t need no collateral, no formal processes
No banks, and certainly no witnesses

– flute solo –

She is Mrs. Susan Grey
She write from the UK
Help you start your life again
Buy a home and plan for the holidays

Start your investing today, oh oh,
It will come to you

Send her your info right now
She’ll make all the arrangements

Boy you will be on your way
Boy, you will be on your way

Her name is Mrs. Susan Grey
She stay in England, UK
Her intensions are good
But her engrish ain’t good

— Children Of God —

The children of god are good people
But the children of the devil have much fun
The children of god are good people
But the children of the devil have much fun

I go to work, I go to school
I learn from books and I learn from doin’
I learn a new language as I go through the motions
A guitar, an old beater, down the pacific ocean

The children of god are good people
But the children of the devil have much fun
The children of god are good people
But the children of the devil have much fun

– slide whistle solo –

Every explanation is another indication
Of a lack of information, so we take a breath of air
HEY! look at that sky, HEY! look at that bridge
From the corner of my eye I caught the wing of a redbird

The children of god are good people
But the children of the devil have much fun
The children of god are good people
But the children of the devil have much fun

— Happiness —

I’ve stumbling down the highway
Some times I stray from the road
Wind up in the gutter
Or end up missing my turn

So long lust
Goodbye resentment
I’m going to Happiness
To meet there my love

I have seen the pathways and byways
And I know some love to lead you on
Others leave you twisting and turning
And a few will send you back home

So show me the way
Show me the way
I am looking forward
To feeling some pleasure and sorrow

Show me the way
Show me the way
I am ready for a love that is nice

So long lust
Goodbye resentment
I’m going to Happiness
To meet there my love

Painted on my rear window
I’ve the message, “HAPPINESS OR BUST!”
As long as she will have me
That is where I’d like to lay

So show me the way
Show me the way
I am looking forward
To feeling some pleasure and sorrow

Show me the way
Show me the way
I am ready
for a love that is nice
So long lust

Goodbye resentment
I know I’ll find Happiness
‘Cause I know there is love

— What Do We Embrace —

A man he loves another man
The union of their lives
Why should any citizen
Be forced to compromise

Should be the same
Under the law

What do we embrace
If not love

A woman loves another one
The union of their lives
Why should any citizen
Be forced to compromise

Should be the same
Under the law

Those hypocrites
Are gonna fall

Well, a man he loves another man
The union of their lives
Why should any citizen
Be forced to compromise

Should be the same
Under the law

What do we embrace
If not love

— Better Way Through This —

gotta be a better way through this
gotta be a better way through all this
gotta be a better way some say
to keep me from my early grave
gotta be a better way through this

maybe that’s the kinda girl you are
you take it all the way to edge babe, so far
you drink you smoke you talk all smart
and all your fair weather friends they all play the same part
maybe that’s the kinda girl you are

mister cant you mix stronger stuff than this
cuz everybody here in the bar room still seems pissed
gotta drown my mind and blind my rage
to help me go only half insane
AND WHEN I DIE ITS ONLY ME TO BLAME!

there’s gotta be a better way through this
lately I’ve been needing something stronger than my fist
to lay me out and thick more pain
drain my vein and i feel the rain
pourin on my warm bloody lips

gotta be a better way some say
to keep me from going completely insane
lord i dont wanna die like this

— Indian On Christmas —

It’s tough being an Indian on Christmas
When all my ancestors are dead
I wanna believe in Santa Clause
But all I ever get is this firery bird
He never delivers my presents
Just burns my house down to the ground
It’s tough being an indian on Christmas

It’s tough being an Indian on Christmas
When all my gods have let me down
They deliver the commodities
And then goon squad burn my house to the ground
They’re all birds that are on fire
They’re all birds that are on fire

It’s tough being an indian on Christmas…

— Oh Mercy My MRSA —

They say that you can get it when your in the washing room
If by chance you happen to expose an open wound
It hi-ah-lee contageous so I am stayin’ in, I wouldn’t
Wanna be a burden on anybody else, wouldn’t wanna give it to a friend

Oh mercy, my MRSA, my body is in hell
And it don’t seem to be doin’ no good to be chokin’ down these pills
Each and everyone of us has, sometimes one gets a rash
Staphylococcus areous just bit me in the ass

Discovered in 1880 by Sir Alexander Ogston,
an MD and a surgeon from Aberdeen, Scotland
He called it the golden cluster seed for the pimples and abscesses
the places where the chains of cocci rear their little messes

Oh mercy…

Staphylococcus areous (chant)

It creeps into the little cracks, where it festers and it grows,
And then rash gets scabby as you scratch out of control,
If it enters the bloodstream who knows where it spread,
You got your hands in the air and your prayin for a cure,
‘Cause you know your gonna end up dead

Oh mercy, my MRSA, my body is in hell
And it don’t seem to be doin’ no good to be chokin’ down these pills
It’s in my hair, it’s in my skin, my liver and my nose,
If the lord decides to take me, god damn that’s how it go

Yea, if the lord decides to take me, god damn that’s the way it goes

Staphylococcus areous (chant)

— American Novel —

got my ipod
got my ibook
got my notebook
got myself a real cool scarf
tied neatly ’round my neck

see i’m workin’ on my book

an’ when i finish it
i’m gonna put on straight to ipod
people sure are gonna love it on the plane

my great american novel’s almost done X 3

got my ibook
got my know book
got my iodine
got myself a real tweed jacket
like ernie hemingway

see i’m workin’ on my book

that’s why i’m sittin’
in a coffeeshop drinkin’ drip
making sure
everyone can see
how clever i am
with all the letters i writ

my great american novel’s almost done X 3