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heebs and a bean (1992)
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SOUL
DOUBT
Sometimes I
feel my life is going 'round in
circles
Beneath my eyes are bluish
black
There's nothing new, no one I
wanna talk to
Nothing I wanna think about, I
got soul doubt
I stick My head out of the
window, it's closed
Instead of air, I get glass stuck
in to my head
The city's sounding, and I can't
seem to stop the pounding
Can't keep my thoughts from
flying 'round
Not sure what I am thinking
about, I got soul doubt
A shameless display, wearing a
smile full of pain
A frameless Erte, a painting
without a signature
She's waiting for someone to save
her
As I pass her I see
Cinderella
She doesn't fit into the
slipper
Like she fits in a bottle of
liquor
There's no one to take her
away
Her eyes meet mine, she sees
right through me
The question is asked, Whatcha'
gonna do for me?
I don't want nothin', just a
connection
I gotta know what she's all
about
Cause I know she's been there
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Soul doubt
I stick my head out of the window
once again
This time I see a thousand faces
all too clear
They wear the same expression,
I've seen in my face
So many times, I know exactly how
they feel
I know exactly how they feel
I know just what they think
about
They've got soul doubt
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STICKING
IN MY EYE
when I look
'round, I only see outta one
eye
As the smoke surrounds my head,
the sauna
I hear the voices, but I can't
make out their words
Saying things, saying things
that
I got
something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my
eye
Got something sticking in my
eye
I feel unusual
from thinking
About the underground decay, God
help me
Kill beneath the camera, watch
the world begin to cry
It's not from pity, it comes
from
what's been sticking in my
eye
Got something
sticking in my eye
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BOB
He spent
fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver
exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that
he can't drink?
The Doctor said, "What were you
thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's just the
point,
I wasn't thinkin' 'bout
nothing
Now I gotta do something else to
pass the time."
Had someone
shave his head
Got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned
boots
And a girl who rides a scooter to
take him out of town
They would get away
Riding around, as the trucks
drive by
You could here the mother fuckers
go...
A couple of
lines, an extra thermos of
Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the
punk rock show, yeah
Bob's the kinda guy who knows
just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows
just what to do
when the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', now's the
time."
will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just
fine
But will he ever walk the
line
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the
line?
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YOU'RE
BLEEDING
You've got the
beauty, but that don't mean a
thing
A bland reciprocation, but that
don't bother me
You're happier with lights on
underneath a darkened sky
Only in the spotlight can you
tell me of your crimes
I understand
the situation, but I can't
Seem to understand the
motivations you once had
I recall a message I once left
behind a screen
I was entranced, when you were
never there for me
You're
draining, you're draining me, I'm
not a tub
what ever happened to the girl I
used to hold?
I held in such a high regard
where is the girl who had it
all?
I used to
think I wasn't worthy of your
cause
I used to feel so lucky
Until the day I felt a weakness
in my arms
I knew from where it had been
coming
You're
bleeding, you're bleeding me, I
can recall
The passions you once had, where
did they go?
I knew a girl who had it all.
I knew a girl where did she
go?
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STRAIGHT
EDGE
I'm a person
just like you
But I've got better things to
do
Than sit around and fuck my
head
Or hang out with the living
dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Or passing out in all the
shows
Cause I got straight
edge
I laugh at the
thoughts of dropping loose
I laugh at the thoughts of
sniffing glue
Cause I got straight edge
I got straight edge
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LIZA
AND LOUISE
Liza's had
enough of men
She says, she won't get burnt
again
She says, they don't know how to
fuck
Her last boyfriend, the
shmuck
Shared with her a nice
disease
Kept her passive, on her
knees
'Til one day she took his car
And drove it to the
city
Liza had put
down a few
when she met this girl named
Lou
who convinced her to go home with
her
She said, "My name's Louise
Now will you take off my clothes
please?
I want to take you to the moon
and back
So get on your back."
with a flick
of the tongue
She made her scream
She made her laugh
She made her dance
She was happy for the first
time
And you know she wanted
more
Now with her
legs spread wider
She needed to have Louise inside
her
She said, "I'll never forget the
first time
You kissed me, now I want you to
fist me."
Louise didn't need a second
invitation
She knew just what to
do
Liza had cum a
few times before
But she had never even seen the
door
Into the world of pleasures of
the flesh
She felt just like 16
And her life before now was a
dream
Or even a nightmare that's over
and done
Just like warm healing rays
Shining from the sun
They make her
beam
They make her laugh
They make her dance
She was happy for the first
time
And you know she wanted
more
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THE
BAG
Endless
evenings of non-exist
Are getting shorter,
monotonous
Like an intruder, I belong
outside
Although I find myself right
back
The same place I was before
Saying things I'd say once
more
There's no reason for me to be
here, no
I feel so lonesome, surrounded by
friends
who are talking at me,
saying things I could care less
about
This dialogue is without
worth, content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Hear the same things every night,
it just ain't right
who'll be left holding the
bag?
Give me
something I can't sink my teeth
into
Show me a time, tell me a
story
I haven't heard a million times
before
I pass out from boredom
As I watch the people pass
I see moments in their lives,
nothing fascinating
Are we all living for the past,
never realizing
we're clinging to an empty
bag
Lacking
content, significance
Conversational ambivalence
Hear the same things every night,
it just ain't right
we'll see who's left holding the
bag
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PLEASE
PLAY THIS SONG ON THE
RADIO
we wrote this
song, it's not too short, not too
long
It's got back-up voc's in just
the right places
It's got a few oohs and ahhs
It takes a little pause
Just before I sing the
anthem
Please play
this song on the radio
Almost every line is sung on
time
Almost every verse ends in a
rhyme
The only problem we had was
writing enough words
But that's okay, because the
chorus is
Coming up again now
Please play
this song on the radio
Please play this song on the
radio
Right about
this time
Some shithead will be drawin a
fat fucking line
Over the title on the back
sleeve, what an asshole
So mr. DJ, i hope you already
made your segway
Or the FCC is gonna take a shit
right on your head
Can't play this song on the
radio
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WARM
One more time
for Ho Jo, you know I can't
wait
Another wasted line
I'm sittin' in the corner, I can
feel the weight
Of my head on top of my spine
There's nothing to be scared of
once you've
Seen the the light, reflecting
through the screen
A eudaemonistic life composed of
tar and nicotine
You know it,
You know it, You know it
'Cause you've seen it, now you
believe it
You know it because it seems so
real
You know it because you've seen
it, now you believe it
You know it because it seems so
real
It seems so real, It seems so
real, It seems so real
Sit back and relax and do
nothin',na,na,na,na
You'll laugh, then you'll cry,
then you'll feel
nothin',na,na,na,na
Implanted images of morality
Images of life, they seem so
real
One more time for Ho Jo, what
does it mean?
I'm not sure I know, while
looking for somebody
Deep inside a dream, my sunshine
turns to snow
Now it's blowin' inside, I don't
feel the cold
Yet I'm frozen to my seat
My eyes have seen the truth
And still my mind admits
defeat
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I
WANNA BE YOUR BABY
Open your
self, let me inside
Open your arms, I have
nowhere
To go, so let me in to you
I need to be where nothing can
hurt me
Open your legs, to let me
crawl
Inside of you, I need to be
Inside your womb, So take me
home
Inside of you, envelope me, I'm
home
I wanna be
your baby
Bringin' me down
Bringin' me down
Open your lips
and take me in
I need to be inside within
Let me become a part of you
Let me inside of you, swallow me
whole
I want to know the things you
hide
I want to feel the things you
feel
I want to breathe the air you
breathe
I want to live inside of you,
take me
Bringin' me
down
I wanna be your baby
Let me live inside
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JOHNNY
APPLESEED
Through word
of mouth let it be known
The man who spends his life on a
mission, he's legendary
Travelling from coast to
coast
He's the contemporary Johnny
Appleseed
He's making
sure his garden grows
He'll plant a seed in every town
he goes
Fertilizing the country side
Couldn't stop him with
insecticide
Makin' sure
that the garden grows,
yeah,yeah,yeah
Groomin' the backyard, or
whackin' a weed
when diggin'
holes, he'll be wearing a
glove
He go into the shed, get out a
shovel, and he shove
He'll plant the seed, makin' sure
it's sown
He go into the shed, and he start
hoein' with the hoe,
ho,ho,ho
Makin' sure
that the garden grow,
yeah,yeah,yeah
He'll water the yard with the
garden hose
Groomin' the backyard, or
whackin' a weed
yeah,yeah,yeah
The contemporary Johnny
Appleseed
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SHE'S
GONE
A blackened
wick is what remains
The flame was blown out just
recently
Although the candle hadn't burned
down to the stick
It won't be lit again, the day
won't be so bright
we don't know what she may have
been
All we know is what she left
behind
An apartment cluttered with
children's toys,
Photos of good times
In the bedroom, there's sheets on
the windows
There's a four poster bed for a
reason
There's a box on the floor full
of secrets
It won't be opened
Here older boys and girls would
play
All inhibitions were left
behind
As the door would close, her face
began to shine
This was her finest hour, this
was her finest time
Now, she's gone, and it's not
gonna be alright, not for me
She's gone, but not forgotten,
she's still here
In all those years she touched so
many lives
who's gonna watch the little girl
she left behind?
Carol Anne stands alone in the
school yard
All the other children have
gone
After waiting for hours,
She can't understand why her
mother left her sad
In the darkness she sees
definition
In the silence, she hears someone
calling
After nightmares, she lies in bed
screaming
But there's no reaction
There's no one listening, there's
no one
Now, she's gone, and it's never
gonna be alright, not for me,
She's gone
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BUGGLEY
EYES
Have you ever
gone to sleep with Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo Diddley?
Have you ever gone to sleep with
Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo Diddley?
You got so loaded, you thought
that she
was the most beautiful gal that
you ever did see
Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep
with Bo derek
And woke up with Bo
Diddley?
woke up in the
morning, to your surprise
A couple melons in tube
socks,
And buggley eyes
Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep
with Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo
Diddley?
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