IF YER FEELIN' ABLE

Don't break that branch

You'll give us up

I hear they're making laws

Against having fun

What will they do?

What will they say?

What will they do

If they see you ROCK N ROLL

This way

This way

This way, right this way

Buy yer ticket

To yer cage

Get a ferris wheel life

Round and round

Down 

to 

yer 

Grave.

You know they'll sell you anything

They're selling terrorism

With the televisions

They've got a deal on

Aisle 2

Across from democracy

Next to hypocrisy

Next to the shirts with

Jeweled tattoos.

Would you give it all away?

I'd give it all away.

For a little piece of truth.

Would you give it all away?

I'll give it all away,

And I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll play this dirty little ditty

In a dirty little city

From a 

lonely, 

lost, 

lovesick boy.

And if yer feelin' able

We'll go dancin' on the tables

And sing 'til we lose our voice.

Crimson skies cut away

To black

The search helicopters

Are circling back

You can watch yer tax dollars

Watch every move

Do you feel a little dirty?

With their dirty little eyes on you?

ON YOU?

On you, it's on you to protect 

What's left to lose

If yer freedom ain't free,

At least

Yer soul

Belongs to you.

So, here's a dirty little ditty

From a dirty little city

And a 

lonely, 

lost, 

lovesick boy.

And if yer feelin' able

We'll go dancin' on the tables

And sing 'til we lose our voice.

PERILOUS STATE

tired heart strings

plucked and broke

made of ashes

turn to Smoke

harletts 

hoist 

my

lids...

i choke, or it's something in the air

that hangs like abandoned shingles

feeds my diligent despair

and reality crinkles

and mischief markets its wares

the curtains courtsy their care

for the maze they've prepared

to leave me feeling Sinful.

See, I awoke in one hell of a perilous state...

Frightened and Dazed.

i'd been cast away

by my own vessel

left on treacerous lands

with no arms left to wrestle

and now they'll try me for war crimes

if they can get me arrested

but i'll run one more time and enter the pipeline

'cause i've gotta test 'em.

And I'll get over and under and out of the 

way.

I still can escape.

but i must make haste cause my time is short i smash right through a mansion door

and waiting on the other side is desolation and demise

and all the worst parts of town arrive stick like needles in my eyes

psychotic synapses all lacking perfection i love it the wrong way so

FUCK YER CORRECTIONS

i step,, stumble, step to the carnival

been on the nod since i got on this road

go see the lady who's ten million dollars old

my fortune

the fun house

i lose control

All shot up with star dust on a midsummer's night.

Nowhere left to hide

I hang with the shadows

we conspire

and now you call me a freak

'cause i ain't in this sideshow

and we all like to stare

at the things that we can't kno

and this whole joint is a 

sham

bl

es

i get so filled with anger i just turn it inwards i make my own handcuffs

SMITHEREENS

All the lovely young ladies and handsome young men

Are out doing all that they're told that they can

But if you listen quite closely to their secret admissions

They'd say they'd do more if they'd been given permission

Through a young child's eyes, though he lacks comprehension

He sees man took a paradise, and he built up a prison

In confusion and doubt his trembling voice it cries out

They said they'd listen, they just stare far away

nothing left but smithereens

We've furthered technology, but where's our advances?

With each bloody sunrise I see the same all wrong dances

And I choke on yer fumes as you hustle

and bustle away

As we sail out on this sinking ship

Ya know it feels like blasphemy

To act like what I wanna get

Is peace or love or harmony

'Cause all I'd like to really see

Is this whole damned place blown to 

SMITHEREENS

Now the haggard old women and broken old men

Wish they'd done so much more 'cause now they sure can't

And they'll tell you there ain't too much left in the end

Except for all them fine strangers, yer loved ones, and friends

All the same

Behind these empty eyes, there's enough love to fill the ocean

But we parched paradise, so it's back to my potions

And I'm wishing right now the next tide that rolls out 

Takes me away.

'Cause the blood has been run and the flags have been hung

Tell me, what did it get?

We'll have to run the course of history to see there's no victory

So how much more could be left?

And what's next?

But SMITHEREENS

CONFESSIONS OF A MASOCHIST

It seems as though I've gone and lost my head again

My poison heart is pumping out its arsenic

I think I feel an itch inside my fingertips

They're loosening the laces on this lunatic

But, pardon me, I do digress

These are confessions of a masochist

So say goodbye to lovers' lane

It's bulldozed now and what remains

Is only paved upon in vain.

So, so long idealism

They're building condominiums

Over top of all the stuff our dreams were made of.

What's the point of all these pointless politics?

If all that we debate is who's less full of shit?

The tv's killing off the really real realists

I don't think that one forefather would stand for this

But who's to say, they're in their graves

Won't someone help me on my way....

Some might say that I'm a bit too cynical

But I'm just trying to be somewhat practical

It's turned into something quite diabolical

But is it so wrong to wish something would kill us all?

Oh, pardon me, I do digress...

These are confessiosns of a masochist...