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April 2031

They say the sky used to be blue,
I don't quite believe it.
It's probably always been 
the color that it is.
And there were cotton candy clouds, 
birds to fly through it,
stories we all love to tell our kids.
 
So I'll close my electronic door 
and keep the cold outside, (outside)
hug my aluminium pillow so tight
and pray the radiation 
doesn't make me sick tonight.
 
They say there used to be a wind 
wasn't caused by fans.
I wonder how it would have felt in my hair.
And the nuclear ring around the moon 
was caused by man.
If it was, then it's much too late to care.
 
So I'll put my safety goggles on
and gaze out at the sun (sun).
The artificial atmosphere machines 
give off a constant hum
in a world that's cold and peaceful, April 2031.
 
No more sky and no more trees,
April 2031.
No more oxygen to breathe,
April 2031.
No more hate and no more war,
April 2031.
Nothing left worth fighting for, 
2031.
 
As far back as Vietnam,
we should have learned our lesson,
but we closed our eyes 
and sent our sons away.
And they told us we were winning 
as we sold more ammunition.
Some were angry, 
most just looked the other way.
 
Oh, the night's illuminated 
by the endless glowing sand (sand)
that swallowed all the oceans 
and choked off all the land
in a world beyond resuscitation,
even by God's hand.
 
No more mountains, no more sea, 
April 2031.
No more you and no more me, 
April 2031.
No more music, no more songs, 
April 2031.
And no God left to blame it on, 
April 2031.
 
(No more children playing, April 2031).
(No more need for praying, April 2031).
 
(No more children playing, April 2031).
(No more need for praying, April 2031).
 

Machine Gun

Well, the first time that I saw you,
I could not speak a word.
My tongue was tied in giant knots,
I felt so disturbed
at the feeling rushing through me,
the heat inside my veins,
at the way my nerve ends tingle
every time you call my name.
 
Got a lust-ignited fever
and I can't put out the flame.
 
Next time that I saw you,
I felt so at ease.
You had a languid disposition,
I had a willingness to please.
And your candy-apple-red lips
full of violets and sex
had me harder than a coal train,
had my collar wringing wet.
 
Know I'm gonna crash and burn,
but I'm not finished yet
 
Well, my heart is pounding 
like a big bass drum,
excited at the thought 
I might get me some.
Lick it off my fingers,
taste it on my tongue.
Love you, little baby, 
like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun.
 
You are a symphony of elegance,
a masterpiece of grace,
an animated work of art
who's acquired a taste
for the flesh of weaker lovers
who lie down on their backs
to be ridden at your leisure
and be taken off like hats.
 
I'm not here for you to walk on
and I'm not your welcome mat.
 
Well, my heart is pounding 
like a big bass drum,
excited at the thought 
I might get me some.
Lick it off my fingers,
taste it on my tongue.
Love you, little baby, 
like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun,
ma-machine gun, yeah.
 
Well, first time that I saw you,
I could not speak a word.
My tongue was tied in giant knots,
I felt so disturbed
at the feeling rushing through me,
the heat inside my veins,
at the way my nerve ends tingle
every time you call my name.  
 
Got a lust-ignited fever
and I can't put out the flame.
 
My heart is pounding 
like a big bass drum,
excited at the thought 
I might get me some.
Lick it off my fingers,
taste it on my tongue.
Love you, little baby, 
like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun,
ma-, ma-, ma-, ma-ma-machine gun.
 
Ma-ma-ma-machine!
 

Thin Disguise

This house used to feel so warm.
The heater works, but I'm chilled to the bone.
Oh, this room never felt so big.
There's not enough conversation 
to fill the empty spaces.
Now, how can you love someone 
and not know them at all?
 
It's a thin disguise, 
living our life behind a thin disguise.
One of these days if I got the time,
I'll show you what I'm like on the inside.
 
I talked, you used to hear me so well.
Now all the best conversations 
are with myself.
Oh, I wish I knew what's pulling you away,
but the space that's grown between us
gets a little bigger every day.
How can you love someone 
and not know them at all?
 
It's a thin disguise, 
living our life behind a thin disguise.
One of these days if I got the time,
I'll show you what I'm like on the inside.
 
It's a thin disguise, 
living our life behind a thin disguise.
One of these days if I got the time,
I'll show you what I'm like on the inside.
 
It's a thin disguise, 
living our life behind a thin disguise, oh, yeah.
It's a thin disguise, 
living our life behind a thin disguise, yeah.
 
It's a thin disguise, yeah.
 

Ode to Tipper Gore

They kick ass
Alright, I wanna hear all of you scream the hair off your nuts!
Fuck, man
Tell 'em to fuck off
Fuckin'
Alright here we go!
I'm fuckin' her right there
 
Fuckin'
Bullshit
Fucking
No shit
Fucker
Fuckin'
Fuckin'
Mother-...
Ass 
Fucker
Fuckin'
Fuckin'
Fuckin' ass
Fuckin'
Fuckin'
Fuckin'
Fuckin' shithole
What the fuck?
Fucker
Fuckin'
...about to get a blow job real quick, so...
Fuck 'em
Fuckin' 
Fuckin'
 
Fuckin'
Fuckin' shit
...the hair off your nuts!
Fuckin'
Fuck
The fucker
Shit
Fuckin'
Fucking
Holy shit!
Fuckin'
Fuckin' motherfucker, let's hear it!
...guy gettin' a blow job
Fucking
Fuckin'
Fuckin'
You guys kick ass
You guys kick ass, too
And you guys are fuckin' crazy, man, down there
 

You're the Only Hell Your Mama Ever Raised

Well, I heard mama late last night,
she was talkin' to my father.
'Now, it's time that boy was shippin' out,
and I mean come hell or high water, yeah.
Smokes and spits and drinks and fights
and his friends all look like trouble.
Oh, he sleeps all day and gone all night.
Where's that boy I used to cuddle?
Ten good years and then he must have 
gone insane.'
 
You're the only hell
your mama ever raised.
She tried to tell you,
but you got to do things your own way
(your own way).
Says you're a good boy and
that you must be going through some phase.
You're the only hell 
your mama ever, mama ever raised.
 
Susie sneaks out all the time.
She says it's only fair.
'Now, Mama won't let me have no fun.
Sometimes I think she's Linda Blair, yeah.'
Sixteen years of pristine tears,
then Susie changed her ways.
 
You're the only hell
your mama ever raised.
She tried to tell you,
but you got to do things your own way
(your own way).
Susie was always coy, 
probably just going through some phase.
You're the only hell 
your mama ever, mama ever raised.
 
You're the only hell
your mama ever raised.
She tried to tell you,
but you got to do things your own way
(your own way).
Should know, know better
and that you must be goin' through some phase.
You're the only hell 
your mama ever, mama ever raised,
mama ever raised.
 
Oh, yeah!
Ooh, mama, little boy may be leavin' today, yeah.
Oh, I don't care what you say.
Woman, I've got to get wings, fly away.
 

In the Sticks

I said, 'Hey now, baby,
ain't you the girl next door?'
Reet petite,1 you must not eat,
bet you know the score.
Friday night, don't sit at home,
let's strike up the band.
Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll steal a kiss,
maybe even hold your hand, yeah.
 
Something about you, sweetheart,
well, I just can't explain.
You're not like all those city girls.
I don't think so, anyway.
And I can't sleep a wink at night
hoping dreams come true.
You're gonna be a brand new country girl
when I get through with you.
 
(In the sticks is where I lay).
Hey, girl, I got love...
(In the sticks is where I play).
..love enough for you.
 
In the sticks,
well, it's you and me, baby.
And I ain't no country hick, (oh)
but me and the city, we just don't mix.
 
Dancin' on a moonbeam
when I finally caught your name.
Said you had to be goin' soon
and I said that that's a shame.
Took you down to the willow pond
where the cattails grow real high
and in a few brief moments,
we waved our childhood goodbye.
 
(In the sticks is where I lay).  
Hey, girl, I got love...
(In the sticks is where I play).  
...love enough for you, oh.
 
In the sticks, 
well, it's you and me, baby.
You know I ain't no country hick, (whoa)
but me and the city, we just don't mix,
we just don't mix.
Let's go.
 
Oh, yeah.
In the sticks,
well, it's you and me, baby.
And I ain't no country hick, (whoa)
but me and the city, we just don't mix.
 
Whoa, yeah.
In the sticks,
well, it's you and me, baby.
And I ain't no country hick, (whoa)
but me and the city, we just don't mix,
we just don't mix,
we just don't mix.
 

Sure Feels Good to Me

Well, Susie, oh, Susie, 
come on and let me in.
There's love in the air, 
love on my mind, 
love in the pores of my skin.
 
I worked real hard all week long,
kept on singin' the same damn song.
There's one for the money, two for the show,
paid on Friday and I'm ready to go.
 
And if I'm wrong or if I'm right,
I don't give a damn tonight.
You bring out the worst in me.
It might be bad, but it sure feels good,
sure feels good to me.
 
You think I'm outrageous.
You think I'm insane,
but everything I'm doin' tonight,
well, I'm doin' it screamin' your name.
 
Susie, oh, Susie, open up the door.
We won't be able to walk tomorrow,
so we might as well do it some more.
And if I'm wrong or if I'm right,
I don't give a damn tonight.
You bring out the worst in me.
It might be bad, but it sure feels good,
sure feels good to me, yeah.
 
Well, if I'm wrong or if I'm right,
I don't give a damn tonight.
You bring out the beast in me.
Well, it might be dirty and it might be bad,
but it sure feels, sure feels, 
sure feels good to me, yeah.
Oh, it sure feels good to me, whoa, yeah.
 

Bed of Roses

On a dead-end street
in a dead-end town,
there's a motel that I call home.
Just a few small hopes
and a few small dreams
are all that place is resting on.
 
Desiree lives two doors down,
she's been there for way too long.
Oh, yeah.
Sometime when she's feelin' down,
you know, I hope she hears this song.
 
On a bed of roses,
not beneath some motel light,
on a bed of roses
she deserves to sleep tonight,
she deserves to sleep tonight.
 
She comes home late every night,
I can hear her walkin' down my hall.
She don't talk on the phone too much.
When she does, I hear it through my wall.
 
Desiree don't have many friends.
No, no, at least not many good ones.
And I may be just an ordinary man,
but least I'm someone to lean on.
 
On a bed of roses,
not beneath some motel light,
on a bed of roses
she deserves to sleep tonight,
she deserves to sleep tonight.
 
(Tonight, tonight, tonight) Tonight
(Tonight, tonight, tonight) Tonight
Ooh, yeah.
 
On a bed of roses,
not beneath some motel light,
on a bed of roses
she deserves to sleep tonight.
 
On a bed of roses,
ooh, yeah,
on a bed of roses, oh, 
she deserves to sleep tonight,
she deserves to sleep tonight.  
 
(On a bed of roses...)
On a dead-end street
in a dead-end town,
there's a place that I call home.
(A bed of roses...)
Where I call home...
(On a bed of roses...)
Ooh, yeah, oh, I call it home.
 

Cold Sweat

I got alligator shoes,
I've been makin' the news.
I got plenty of women,
I got plenty of booze.
(Give me a shot!)
 
Walk into the spotlight
at the local bar and grill.
Found a down and dirty woman,
well, I'm gonna take my fill
Look right into her bloodshot eyes
and scream, 'My honey,
well, I'm gonna make you mine.'
 
I paid the tab. I called a cab.
Went back to my place,
had a hell of a time.
 
I get excited, I'm feelin' loose.
I move too quick and I get
caught in your noose.
 
(And I sweat)
Every time that we touch...
(And I sweat)
...I get the chills up and down my spine.
(Cold sweat)
You bet, you bet.
It's a midnight, stage fright,
ice cold sweat.
 
We went home, all alone.
Then we turned down the lights
and unplugged the phone.
Well, I'm a snake, but I'm no liar.
Makin' love to me's like
pouring gasoline on a fire.
 
I'm feelin' loose.
I move too quick and I get
caught in your noose.
 
(And I sweat)
Every time that we touch...
(And I sweat)
...I get the chills up and down my spine.
(Cold sweat)
You bet, you bet.
It's a midnight, stage fright,
ice cold...
 
All I want is a little action.
Ooh, a little bit of satisfaction.
You beat me down, then kick me out
So scream and shout and shout, shout, oh.
 
Ooh, yeah.
 
Then I sweat.
(Sweat)
Then I sweat.
(Sweat)
Then I sweat.
(Sweat)
Oh, yeah.
Then I sweat.
Sweat.
 
(Cold sweat)
(Cold sweat)
I get the feeling every time
we fu-, fu-, fu-, fu-, fu-...
(Cold sweat)
You bet, you bet.
(Cold sweat)
 
Ice cold
(Boop boop be doop)
 

Ridin' High

I'm living just to live it up, 
whoa, yeah.
 
Since the day that I was born, 
I've been rockin' round my block,
just a leather-coated lover 
with a tattoo on my heart, yeah.
 
Now I'm goin' downtown,
feel like struttin' my stuff, babe.
Workin' on a one-track mind
and maybe that's enough. 
 
Now keep the motor running
'cause I ain't got time to waste.
Undressing for success, 
I guess I'm blessed with good taste.
 
Ain't no dream, you're seeing things 
you've never seen before, oh, yeah.
Well, I'm breathing down your neck, 
knocking down your door, yeah.
 
Livin' just to live it up.
Ridin' high, ridin' free,
gonna live it up before they bury me.
Radar says 103,1
gonna live it up before they bury me, 
hope they bury me, yeah.
Oh, fun times.
 
I'm livin' just to live it up.
Ridin' high, ridin' free,
gonna live it up before they bury me.
Radar says 103,
gonna live it up before they bury me, yeah.
Oh, yeah.
 
Gonna live up, gonna live it up.
 
Ridin' high, livin' just to live it up.
 
  • 1. 103 miles per hour

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