*** 101 ***

One more cup to make it through.
Three more hours to go till the paper's due.
One more page, is all I need.
Eyes so red I think they're gonna bleed.
Quarter past 5 take it on back to my house.
I feel fine.
101.
I gotta say this is not much fun.
I used to think that I was wrong.
Found out I was right.
All along.
Ride my bike through the rain.
Was my studying, all in vain?
I turn my work in on time.
Professor Brown said I did just fine.
Quarter past 3 take it on back to my house.
I did fine.

*** Alarm Clock ***

Woke up this morning to the sound of an alarm clock ringing in my ear.
I rubbed my eyes glanced at my clock hit my roomate James in the head with a sock.
Rolled out of bed got to my feet and started a new week.
It's an average day and nothing really stands out, I'm just skating on the same route.
I'm feeling fine, I've got nothing to complain about.
I'm on my way it's just an average day.
On my way to my art history class I saved 5 people from drowning in a lake.
When I got home I got a call from a man we all call the president.
He wanted advice, I told him I can't help I'm busy.
It's an average day and nothing really stands out, I'm just skating on the same route.
I'm feeling fine, I've got nothing to complain about. I'm on my way it's just an average day.
I turned on the television to see what's on but to my surprise the lottery was on TV.
It was 4 6 36 25 and 3. I had won 5 or 6 mil, well isn't that neat.
It's an average day and nothing really stands out, I'm just skating on the same route.
I'm feeling fine, I've got nothing to complain about.
I'm on my way it's just an average day.
I turned off the TV and went to bed after all tomorrow is a big day, not an average day.
It's an average day and nothing really stands out, I've got nothing to complain about.
I'm on my way, it's just an average day.

*** Bully Go Home ***

Bully go home, you got no reason to be near us now.
I know you feel the need to create a scene but the fact is you're not wanted here.
Really don't care if you think that you're cool now, you're not.
You know you can't just go and push him around, beat him up and then throw him down.
So take a final look, take a final look for me before you take what's left and display it for the world to see.
Look once again and save the boys dignity. 1, 2, 3, 4 then the music begins.
You got the people dancin, freely as the room starts to spin.
You got the one young man standin, alone. And you think the people are cheering you on.
Bully go home.
Describe the picture how you should look.
Easy to be hooked, as you move in intently.
Find flaws things that don't fit, your superiority makes me sick.
Your mentality gets the best of me, you and your friends and your click.

*** Chump ***

Standing on the corner of the street.
Waiting for you in this humid heat because you're late again and I think this is the end.
I'm not going to wait for you anymore.
I'm not going to wait for you anymore.
I'm not going to wait for you anymore.
No, no, no.
Listening to the ringing of the phone.
Pretending that you are not at home.
You don't wanna talk to me.
You weren't at the Beanery.
Sorry I left you behind.
Sorry you're not on time.
Sorry it's 3 am. and you are late again.
Standing on stage ready to go.
Wondering if you are going to show.
Because you're late again and I think this is the end.

*** Country Roads ***

Almost heaven, West Virginia. Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah river.
Life is old there, older than the trees.
Younger than the mountains blowin' in the breeze.

Country roads take me home, to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home country roads.

All my memories gather 'round her.
Miner's lady stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky.
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.

Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home country roads.

I hear her voice in the morning hours she calls me.
The radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.

Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home country roads.

*** Dexter ***

Dexter was this little town my family used to live in.
All my kin lived real close and everyone had an opinion.
Grandma and gramps lived up the street, right next to the walnut tree.
Grandpa died of Parkinsons in 1983.
Riding on the gocart, at my next door neighbor's house.
I couldn't tell the brake peddle, from the cavities in his mouth.
Ran right over his dog and cat, as the wheels left the ground.
Didn't know a tree could make such a resonating sound.
Trips in the ambulance like rides at the county fair.
Needles, shots, and setting bones anyone can bare.
Hospitals smell real good, and HBO is free.
Dexter town is simple people, just like you and me.
Thanksgiving was a Roosters house on a cold holiday.
I was voting turkey, but we had chicken anyway.
Never thought that I'd get sick but the bird had its reasoning.
Nothing I'd say quite like good ol' salmanella poisoning.
Trips in the ambulance like rides at the county fair.
Needles, shots, and setting bones anyone can bare.
Hospitals smell real good, and HBO is free.
Dexter town is simple people, just like you and me.
Jenkins were some strange folks, who lived on down the street.
Mobile homes and pickup trucks, they were all some kind of freaks.
Jimmy, he could fix a car but he couldn't read a book.
High school taught him noth'n a 350 V-8 wouldn't.
Trips in the ambulance like rides at the county fair.
Needles, shots, and setting bones anyone can bare.
Hospitals smell real good, and HBO is free.
Dexter town is simple people, just like you and me.

*** Flower Tattoo ***

Do you want to go for a walk you can hold my hand we can laugh and talk.
You can lead the way, which way you want to go, tell me all the things
I really, really want to know. Hair is gold and her eyes are blue I'm
in love with a girl with a flower tattoo and if I wrote the prefect song
you know I'd name it after you. T-shirt, sneakers, some faded blue jeans,
pocket in the back ripped from the seams. Doesn't really care what she
hears or sees, what they think about her what they think about me. Hair
is gold and her eyes are blue I'm in love with a girl with a flower tattoo
and if I wrote the perfect song you know I'd name it after you. Do you
want to go for a walk you can hold my hand we can laugh and talk. You
can lead the way, which way you want to go, tell me all the things I really,
really want to know. Hair is gold and her eyes are blue I'm in love with
a girl with a flower tattoo and if I wrote the perfect song you know I'd
name it after you.

*** Frank ***

Frank was a contractor, who got up every morning.
Skinn'n cats and fix'n cars, his day was far from boring.
Souped up Ford, V-8 289, runnin down those punks was always on his mind.
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
Ford was wired for nitro.
Canister sat in the back.
Ten inch slicks, ratchet shift, smoke, rubber layed in his tracks.
Frank didn't like us, just wanted to have some fun.
So we played our music, and he put us on the run.
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
Frank started the beast.
Smoke spewed from the trunk.
Oil sprayed from the hood, that can of the nitro junk.
The car swelled then exploded, flying across the street.
Frank slowly stepped out, staggering to his feet.
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
Frank was a contractor.
Is he after you?
So our story ends, with the phycho contractor guy.
Moral of the story is "if Frank's around, turn the music down, or you better learn how to run fast."
Frank was a contractor. Is he after you?

*** Hit 'Em Where It Hurts ***

I found a way to hit those suckers where it hurts and I know,
wo, oh, it's gonna hurt for a while.
They don't play by my terms so I'm gonna sit back and watch 'em squirm.
Cause I made the call now they'll take the fall and by golly gonna get 'em good.
No mistakes are allowed here, that minor human trait has got to go.
As for me and my authority, I got the right to judge can't you see.
Don't give a darn about your future.
Forgive and forget is for the birds.
I want to see a perfect mold like me.
Then the world would be so happy.

*** Hui ***

Came from Arizona with a twin finned board, thought he'd ride the waves.
Five hundred bucks from a surfing contest, he headed off to the North Shore.
Messed with the Hui and they took his stuff the waves weren't going his way.
Met a guy named turtle and he took him in boy that's when he had it made.
Don't mess with the Hui, they're not the types you want to mess with.
Don't mess with the Hui or else you're going to get your butts kicked.
Met a local girl boy she was fine, you rode across the beach.
You're just a barney surfer from across the way, to howlies she's out of reach.
Met a soul surfer who shaped long boards, taught you how to ride the waves.
You're just a little kook but you picked it up fast and now you're more than ok.
Don't mess with the Hui, they're not the types you want to mess with.
Don't mess with the Hui or else you're going to get your butts kicked.
Entered into a surfing tournament to see just how good you could be.
Made it to the finals and were doing good when a bad man pulled your leash.
You didn't narc and it was for the best for Vince gave you the sign.
Left the North Shore with your new long board and would be back to surf one day.
You messed with the Hui, and everythings a-ok.
You messed with the Hui and would be back to surf one day...and would be back to surf one day.

*** Jason E. ***

Jason E strutting on by the presby.
The way you walk, you slur your talk, can you tell me.
How could you choose the road you did, the walls behind which you hid.
Who do you blame, who should take the fall, not me.
Is it a situation can you really get out.
Have your goals in life left you ripped off.
Without a reason, without a direction.
Void of motivation, leaves many in hesitation to lend a helping hand or even a firm place to stand.
Jason E how would it be to see what you see.
A new day, unsuspecting prey, can you help me.
Decision one leads to another.
Zero impact on your future or so it seems then there go your dreams, what now.
Is it a situation can you really get out.
Have your goals in life left you ripped off.
Without a reason, without a direction.
Void of motivation, leaves many in hesitation to lend a helping hand or even a firm place to stand.

*** J.P. ***

Hey, hey you, looks like you've got lots of time.
Staying up real late, sleeping all day.
Look at you playing your video games.
Drinking slurpees out side the Circle K, and skating your life away.
Hey, hey you, why don't you just grow up.
Hey, hey you, why don't you just grow up.
The real world is passing you be, just you wait and see.
High school is over now, soon you will be old and crusty like me.
Hey, hey you, why don't you just grow up.
Hey, hey you, why don't you just grow up.
This is not some job flipping nasty burgers at the local drive through.
Sitting around all day dreaming of the W's.
Becoming famous rock stars, I'll be working 9 to 5 jealous of you, yeah jealous of you.
Hey, hey you, why don't you just grow up.
Hey, hey you, why don't you just grow up.

*** King Of Polyester ***

Pulled up as he parked the car then he took his feet and walked right
up to the door. Went inside looking slick as snot with his smile so suave
that the women all dropped. Bag in hand with his hammer inside it. Shoes
so shiny with his Cuban cigar lit down two steps and to the right. Lucky
ten was his number tonight. Stepped on up with an arrow in sight. From
the middle 1, 2, 3 to the right out for the hand shake up for the call,
watch and see those rednecks fall. Who is he? King of polyester. Who is
he? King of polyester. Who is he? King of polyester. What does he do?
One after another he watched them fall, his mighty hook was way to much
for them all the people cheered as they swept them away he turned around
and said well what can I say halfway there with no sweat in sight he swung
once again and knocked them down with all of his might 7, 8, 9 without
a problem the room grew silent as he came upon ten. Two down with one
to go. If he gets the last one it will quite a show. His arm swung forward
as he let it go. The air was shattered by the force of the throw down
the alley with his perfect hook. He hit them so hard the whole room shook
people cheered as they hit the ground. Their ears were deafened by the
crushing sound. Waved to the people as he picked up his bag grabbed his
cigar and his black silk rag. Up two steps and to the right, out the door
be back tomorrow night.

*** Moses ***

Every once and a while I start to contemplate how a person like me could
be used by the great God. Then I look to those who lived before me, in
their imperfections they showed God's glory. Moses and the burning bush
everybody knows that he was always doubting what God could do. Gidion
could never understand how God could use, an itty bitty man like me. How
can God ever use me? I'm just a nobody. He sees everything about me. What
can He see in me? What can He see in me? Peter said at one time I will
not fall away even if the consequence of death is what i pay. Before the
rooster crows you will deny me three times saying I do not know this man
he is no friend of mine. Paul stood by as Stephen died and gave his support.
Even when the rocks were thrown he showed no remorse. Beat down till he
was dead. Paul, what a wretched man I am. How can God ever use me? I'm
just a nobody. He sees everything about me. What can he see in me? What
can He see in me? What can he see in me?

*** Nothing ***

The sun has long been gone, the moon has found it's place.
The feelings left inside, are feelings left to hide.
And I say to you now, I've lost sight of what's to see.
I feel no more, the will is gone.
I have nothing.
Take me, take me as I am.
I feel the walls surrounding me and I am weak so help me now.
Help me, help me in this world.
This world, kills me slowly.
Take me, take me as I am.
Clear the mess inside of me so I can see again.
Help me, help me in this world.
This world is killing me.
Please don't let me be.
Take me as I am.
The questions slowly build the walls that block my path.
I wonder where you've gone, I wonder if I'll last.
And I say to you now, I cannot go on alone.
Help me now, I've lost me way.
I have nothing.

*** Open Minded ***

Open minded is your middle name, you took us in with a blink of an eye.
Dancing fancy can't you tell me why you had your sudden change of mind.
Spoke a word or two about my God, then we were not the people we were before.
Put your label on us we suck now, a couple of words have changed our sound.
Hey--I thought you'd be better.
Ho--I guess I misunderstood.
Hey--You're so very openminded, you're so very open minded.
Then there's you, you fortunate few, with your minds made up and the best point of view.
With opportunity oh what you'd change, what you'd do to make it your way.
The looks keep coming as you walk on by, you think the way we do it is a compromise.
Question 1, 2, and 3.
One too many for me.
Hey--I thought you'd be better.
Ho--I guess I misunderstood.
Hey--You're so very openminded, you're so very openminded.

*** Play The Game ***

Shoot the gun off, let the trance set in.
You're at it again.
You let the fancy flashing colors suck you in.
Got to get 'em, before they get to you, or else you're through.
Skip to the three bypass two, easy to do.
Wo, oh, oh, that things got to go.
Wo, oh, oh, shut 'em down, take out the main control.
Play the game.
Move your fingers, show 'em what you got and what you're not.
You got to move that dumb dog before you go get yourself caught.
Shoot the gun off (bang, bang).
Shoot the gun off (bang, bang).
You gotta get yourself up before all is lost.

*** Pup ***

Followed you home one night after work.
Saw you go inside and watch Captain Kirk.
Ten o'clock rolled around the lights went out that's when I decided to roam about.
I want to see your house from the inside I want to feel like it's mine all mine.
I dreamt about you every night and day.
That's why I want you to come out and play.
I crawled through your window cause your door was locked the floor was creaking as I walked.
Strolled through your kitchen and into your den.
That's where I found my old friend.
I got some food and put it in his dish.
He started to growl cause it smelled like fish.
I want to see your house from the inside I want to feel like it's mine all mine.
I dreamt about you every night and day.
That's why I want you to come out and play.
Saw some lights outside the door.
Guys in uniforms and a whole lot more.
One guy jumped me and wrestled me down the next thing I knew I was being hauled downtown.
I couldn't figure out why they locked me up when all I wanted to do was feed your pup.
I want to see your house from the inside I want to feel like it's mine all mine.
I dreamt about you every night and day.
That's why I want you to come out and play.

*** Rather Be Dead ***

St.Louie, Missouri, Muncie, Indiana, Kalamazoo, any place will do. We're
talkin', droppin', hints about romancing, can you tell how hard I fell?
When I'm out on the street late at night and my baby is right by my side,
I've got no worries then, cause I'm with her again, and I know that she's
forever mine. What you see is what you get and baby you and me ain't seen
nothin, yet. When all is done and all is said, without you girl, I'd rather
be dead. Thinkin', wonderin, how you ever wound up with me how could this
be. Let's face it, you aced it, when God dealt out the hand you came out
on top and I was a flop. But some how, some way there was you and I was
standin' there too, with a case of drop jaw, I now stood there in awe
as you said the three words,"Yes, I do." Hey, hey, it's magic
maybe. Alakazam and you're my baby. Wo, oh shut the front door. My bags
are unpacked and I'm yours all yours now.

*** Saturday ***

Started all this morning when the cereal was left alone.
The milk was gone to my surprise it left me high and dry.
Grape juice followed as it dribbled down my shirt and I couldn't shake the feeling that this day was gonna hurt.
Don't look now, it's gonna get you.
Better watch out, it's on your tail.
Before you know, it's gonna get you.
Thank God it's Friday, Saturday is just a day away.
I got to hold on til the day is gone and everything will be okay.
Headed off to practice but I was three hours late cause I rear-ended a Honda, owned by Frank Tate.
Proceeded then with caution at a nice and easy pace when an overdue airbag hit me in the face.
Things keep getting worse now, worse now everyday.
When things start to get better, they stop to my dismay.
So I look on to tomorrow when things are gonna change and I know this all because tomorrow's Saturday.

*** Somewhere Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea ***

Watch it all fall with the wrecking ball
When its all set in motion pandemonium calls
And if things get bad just blame it on your dad
Then get back, get back
Now you're on the right track
Somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea
Look real hard, you will find me
Somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea
Come on God, please,
Rescue me
Time's a ticky ticky, time's a ticky ticky, time's a tickin, away.
Drive by time anything for a dime
It's a fast feeding frenzy on the less inclined
Killing, stealing, lying, fighting,
Lets set the world burning
All together you'll be stronger

*** Stupid ***

There was this little old lady.
She had a poodle doggy.
One day while giving little FiFi a bath, she thought of an innovation.
So after some tender lovin, she threw her into the microwave oven.
That poor little poodle never heard the bell ding.
She went out with a bang, if you know what I mean.
Stupid that was stupid.
No you can't say that that was smart.
Stupid sometimes we're stupid.
Our brains must be falling apart.
This one guy got arrested.
His presence was requested.
It seems he was suspected of breaking and stealing from vending machines.
Well he swore that he was innocent, so he paid off his bail and home he went.
But soon back to jail our hero was sent because he paid off his bail with quarters and dimes.
Stupid that was stupid.
No you can't say that that was smart.
Stupid sometimes we're stupid.
Our brains have a missing part.
Some people pound their Bibles, waving them at their rivals.
Just like in Paul's epistles, our gentleness is evident to all.
We throw the heathen into a panic.
As we're bombing abortion clinics.
While insisting to the cynics, they will know we are Christians by our love.
Stupid that is stupid.
No you can't say that that is smart.
Stupid sometimes we're stupid.
Lord we could use a change of heart.
Stupid that is stupid.
No you can't say that that is smart.
Stupid sometimes we're stupid.
Lord we could use a change of heart.

*** The Devil Is Bad ***

She was walking in the garden one day, when a snake slithered round her feet.
Follow me right over to this tree and I'll give you something good to eat.
I don't know are you sure, I don't think it is right.
It doesn't matter just open your mouth and take a tasty bite.
She said to him I think it's a sin but boy does it look ripe.
He said to her just take my word and I promise that you'll see the light.
Why don't you skidilly-doo, cause I don't wanna see your face round here no more.
Why don't you just get out of here cause this is now and that was before.

Cause you are the devil and the devil is bad (hey!),
you are the devil and the devil is bad (hey!),
you are the devil and the devil is bad (hey!),
you are the devil and you are bad.

The tempter met him in the desert one day are you the son of God, turn
these stones into wholesome bread and make your hunger stop.
Even though his hunger had grown real strong, he turned and simply replied
man does not live on bread alone but on the word of God.
Turn from him and worship me and the kingdoms of the world are yours away
from me with your evil ways cause I worship and I serve only God.

*** The Rumor Weed Song ***

Have you heard of the one about Alfred?
A dangerous robot I'm told.
He's got lasers for eyes and a microchip brain and his skin is terribly cold.
We've heard the one about Alfred.
It's strange, amazing, untrue.
But now that we've heard about Alfred, we'd like to hear more about you.
I'm a rumor weed (he's a rumor weed),
I'm a rumor weed (he's a rumor weed),
a tiny little story is all I need to make a big mess.
So what is a rumor?
It starts a story, maybe its true, maybe not.
But once you repeat it its hard to defeat it now look at the mess that you've got.
Alfred's a robot, everyone knows.
The story is all over town.
Us rumor weeds know how a rumor can grow just like a big weed in the ground.
I'm a rumor weed (he's a rumor weed),
I'm a rumor weed (he's a rumor weed),
a tiny little story is all I need to make a big mess.
Don't start rumors (no, no) don't start rumors.
Words can hurt, they spread like a tumor, so play it safe and don't start a rumor.
I'm a rumor weed (he's a rumor weed),
I'm a rumor weed (he's a rumor weed),
a tiny little story is all I need to make a big mess.
A tiny little story is all I need, you better watch out for the rumor weed!

*** Tip From Me ***

I can understand why you think things are fine the way they are and I
don't blame you, I've seen the example and I can't figure it out myself,
figure out myself. I can see the silhouette of summer. I can see the sun
crashing through. I can feel the rain but know it'll rain no more. Please
take this tip from me. Please take this tip from me. Show your love through
me. Unity has turned up missing seen by all that look inside. So called
freedom, traded for bondage and I expect a change of mind, I wouldn't
mind a change. I can see why you don't want this after all we've done
for it, we're known for love resembling hatred proudly shown to humble
all, I'm humbled by what shows.

*** Two More Weeks To Go ***

We played this song for the millionth time today.
How long can this go on?
Two chords and a catchy phrase have paved our way.
This fad is still going strong.
Wo, oh, oh two more weeks to go.
Wo, oh, oh two more weeks to go.
Wo, oh, oh then we get to go home.
Floor of the van is my bed.
I lay and listen to the sounds.
The engine whirs in my head.
My body's tossed all around.
Claustrophobia is setting in.
These spaced seem so small.
Two more weeks and then we're done.
But it still seems so long.

*** Used Car Salesman ***

Well he's looking out over his domain.
When he sees a mark dressed quite plain.
So he changes his course and he picks up his pace as an evil grin floats across his face.
Eases on over with a strut in his walk and his lips start to fly as he starts to talk.
Reels the mark in like a fish on a hook.
As he puts another check down in his book.
Cause he's out to sell some used cars and it doesn't matter who you think you are.
He's got a line for everyone.
He'll treat you like his daughter or son.
But hey wait, don't go for that bait.
To late.
He'll give you a 30 day warrantee and his handshake is the guarantee.
But try and take your car back to his place.
He acts like he's never seen your face.
Don't try and grab him he'll get away.
He eats fish like you every day.
He's a slick snake in the grass.
You weren't his first you won't be his last.
Welcome to Hub-City used Hondas.
Have we got a deal for you!
We've got Hondas galore, like right here is a light-blue 83 Accord with 250,000 miles.
But them's highway miles.
And right here's a tan 85 Civic with 230,000 miles.
It's got the nice lived in look.
I've got the good brakes.
And I got the bad brakes.
And if you don't com see us today, we can't save you any dinero.

*** Where Should I Go ***

I don't know where I should go, around the corner or through the door.
Some days, some how, some way, it just won't show.
To the top and down again or all the way back home.
Where oh where should I go?
So the time has come for me to think about how it's gonna be this time next week.
Should I care or should I stare at the wall in front of me?
Let it stop, or let me see.
Which way to go, how will I know, I don't think this is the way.
No words to use, no one should know, just exactly what to say.
All I know is I don't want to stay where I'm at today.
Where oh where should I go?
I don't seem to know where I should really go.
Some days, some how, some way, just won't show.
To the top and down again or all the way back home.
Where oh where should I go?