about half-way through our fifth project:
>> duck, duck, goose (mp3)
call him dick, or tom, or harry,
cause he ain't no man's sucker,
he's got a taste for the Man,
and he's a mean, mean muther fucker.
fighting over the food,
hanging out in the gaggle,
he's always arguing with the brood,
just watch that Man-tail waggle.
yeah, the senator told me,
boy, you won't go far,
with that bass on your knee,
and a funky, scratch, guitar.
but i thought he was tying,
a blindfold around my head,
- turns out he was lying,
he was trying to fuck me instead.
duck, duck, goose,
duck, duck, goose,
... go ahead and put your in head the noose.
duck, duck, duck, duck - duck, goose,
don't you think, that if they had a use,
for the people in the system,
they were taught to abuse,
that they wouldn't need to muscle,
to hustle and confuse.
duck, duck, duck - duck, goose,
...
gonna see who they can pick on,
make some money off abuse.
...
gonna kick you when you're down,
when they beat the living crap,
out of any thing that moves.
duck, duck, goose,
duck, duck, goose,
... go ahead an put your head in the noose.
>> shush (mp3)
birds and lovely flowers bloom,
the smell of coffee pancakes.
in a whir of modern fantasy,
a tight, latin combo breaks...
your hair is soft to touch,
and i got, nothing to do,
that's why i'm gonna sit here
make another song for you
shush
and hear my next lovely song,
about pretty shit,
and not what's wrong,
while you're up and out
getting you're groove on
the world melts around us
in a soft painful song
i understand, sometimes you got to
hear a song
but what you gonna do, when no one's gonna
play along
shush
and hear my next lovely song,
about pretty shit
and not what's wrong
shush...
shush,
don't think,
and buy my next,
lovely song.
>> pandora's box (mp3)
well the time she was ticking
the taste was finger-licking
the sound, it was trickling
not the thing that i was expecting
yeah, i thought i knew it
i told the world that they could screw it
- there was really nothing to it -
at least until i blew it
it's not the thing
that i was expecting
i didn't get the thing
that i was expecting
later, for grins and giggles
i learned to move my finger
- see how it wiggles
i learned to love, and not linger
i throw positive vibes
i seek positive tribes
and make the thing
i was not expecting
throw positive vibes
seek positive tribes
and make the thing
you were not expecting
oh sure, you'll fuck up sometimes
but you know that's how
- how you make the rhyme -
and you paint the times
before your time goes
i want you to make sure
the whole world knows
the thing you were not expecting
throw positive vibes
seek positive tribes
and make the thing
you were not expecting
>> the awful truth (mp3)
freedom to golf,
at a hundred bucks a round.
freedom for big tits,
and all the new drugs we've found.
free to be stupid,
yeah, we're free to be stupid
freedom to drive,
our whole houses on wheels.
free to pass the buck,
and play God, and see how it feels.
free to be stupid,
yeah, we're free to be stupid
free to be stupid.
that's all we want.
free to be stupid.
and we're free to flaunt...
free to be stupid,
yeah, we're free to be stupid
freedom to point,
firmly affixing blame.
freedom to ignore fact,
unless i think exactly the same.
free to be stupid,
yeah, we're free to be stupid
freedom for me,
is all that really matters.
the freedom not to see,
is the freedom that we're after.
free to be stupid,
yeah, we're free to be stupid
free to be stupid.
that's all we want.
free to be stupid.
we're free to flaunt,
free to be stupid,
yeah, we're free to be stupid. |
