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i don

Another guilty white boy, won't you turn me in?
Always had it easy, charge me for my sins

Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus oh, cos i'm guilty

Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus oh, cos i'm ooh guilty

Broken bones and bruises, daddy brought the ball this far
But living on his shoulders, he passed it with his car

I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena
Oh baby gonna beat beat beat em, cos i'm guilty

I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena
Oh baby gonna beat beat beat em, cos i'm guilty

Always had it easy my future's in the mail
Every reason to succeed, every chance to fail
Ain't got nothing on nobody, no no no no no no no
If i found that opportunity, i lost my soul
Grandpa saw world war ii, old man saw vietnam
I spent my allowance just to see mauthausen
And now i'm guilty

I've been through the little league, a 9 years old in the social arena
Oh baby gonna beat beat beat em, well i'm guilty

Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus oh, cos i'm guilty

You wonder why we fall on top of everyone
You wonder why we're no fun
Cos we're guilty

gone


I thought i'd write, i thought i'd let you know
In the year since you've been gone i've finally let you go
And i hope you find some time to drop a note
But if you won't
Then you won't
And i will consider you gone

I know that you went straight to someone else
While i worked through all this sh*t here by myself
And i think that you should spend some time alone
But if you won't
Then you won't
And i will consider you gone

I wake up in the night
All alone and it's alright
The chemicals are wearing off
Since you're gone

The days go on, the lights go off and on
And nothing really matters when you're gone
If you think that you feel nothing at all
If you don't (if you don't)
Then you don't (no, you won't)
If you won't
Then you won't
And i will
Then i will
Yeah, and i will consider you gone

Hava nagila,
Hava nagila,
Hava nagila,
Ve' nismecha.


Hava nagila,
Hava nagila,
Hava nagila,
Ve' nismecha.


Hava neranena,
Hava neranena,
Hava neranena,
Ve' nismecha.


Hava neranena,
Hava neranena,
Hava neranena,
Ve' nismecha.


Uru, uru achim,
Uru achim belev sameach,
Uru achim belev sameach,
Uru achim belev sameach,
Uru achim
Uru achim
Belev sameach.

you took a trip and climbed a tree
At robert sledge

We were in a park
And i could jump so far.
Seems that all i'd ever done,
Were smoking pot out in the car.
And this fear faded in,
From my deputies in my old school.

He says
"ben, we both know you're a saint,
I've been running through these fields
It's such a lovely place you drink,
Is it your imagination,
It's been years since i've been on my feet?"

Now it's rocky's day,
And it's on it's way.
Sun won't be coming out today.
Now it's rocky's day,
And it's time he went away.
Sun won't be coming out today.

Now i recall,
But i don't know who,
Told me rocky was a runner,
Won a medal back in school.
Now at christmas momma says,
You go up in rocky's room.
And as we watch the sun go down,
He thanks me for my dreams.
He says "i know you think you are,
But you're not completely free.
The man who's seen the spectre of the ...
Completely free."

Now it's rocky's day,
And it's on it's way.
Sun won't be coming out today.
Now it's rocky's day,
And it's on it's way.
Sun won't be coming out today.

Then he smiled,
And he turned and walked away.
He said over his shoulder,
"i'll be gone when you're awake."

Now it's rocky's day,
And it's on it's way.
Sun won't be coming out today.
Now it's rocky's day,
And it's on it's way.
Sun won't be coming out today.

i'm not one to look behind i know that times must change.
But over there in barrytown they do things very strange.
Though you're not my enemy,
I'd like things like they used to be.
And though you'd like some company,
I'm standing by myself.
Go play with someone else.

I can see by what you carry that you come from barrytown.

Don't believe i'm taken in by stories i have heard.
I just read the daily news and swear by every word.
And don't think that i'm out of line
For speaking out for what is mine.
I'd like to see you do just fine
But look at what you wear
And the way you cut your hair.

I can tell by what you carry that you come from barrytown.

In the beginning we recall that the word was hurled.
Barrytown people got to be from another world.

Leave me or i'll be just like the others you will meet.
They won't act as kindly if they see you on the street.
And don't you scream or make a shout,
There's nothing you can do about it.
It was there when you came out.
It's a special lack of grace.
I can see it in your face.

I can see by what you carry that you come from barrytown.

the lights are off again
She took me by surprise
She

Don't know much about birds and bees
About your cats and your mysterious appointments
Wondered where you coulda ducked outta sight
Deal with all your appointments
Hangin on your arm last night
Checking out, don't go checking out!


Cool whip, oh oh oh
That tops it off
We think you better cool it


Cool whip, oh oh oh
That tops it off
We think you better cool it down!

Seen it happen a hundred times
Its like a trap, or going off to jail
Remember ken and the girl who wrote "the men"?
Well she got fat, and now they're living in a trailer
Your checking out, don't go checking out!


Cool whip, oh oh oh
That tops it off
We think you better cool it


Cool whip, oh oh oh
That tops it off
We think you better cool it down!

Got your pick of any girl in the world
I aint no sissy, but you could do much better
In brooklyn, i'm the only one who's a mirror
No little girl is gonna tell me what to do!

You need to have your little fun with the boys
Out drinking on a friday,
Kick some ass and play some poker
Your sayin shit that dont sound too cool
Like lovey dovey hunny bunny
Give us all a break dude
Your checkin out


Cool whip, oh oh oh


Cool whip, oh oh oh


Cool whip, oh oh oh


Cool whip, oh oh oh
That tops it off
We think you better cool it down

good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo

Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely
When seconds pass slowly
And years go flying by
You gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
And i'm leaving this factory

All she wants is food on the table
And i won't be able
To bring it home
All i wants
Come on
'cause all i need
Yeah, is free
'cause i'm a factory

Chorus
Did mother nature tell you
Boy you come and go
As you please
That's what she said to me
Big brother got the keys
And i got jackson cannery

Millionaires and millrats
Live side by side
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he worth
Same as you, same as me
In this factory

Chorus

It's four in the morning
Mother don't know that
I'm going far away
She's whispering to the moon
I hope he don't join you soon

Baby boss climbs up on
His soapbox
Great caesar's ghost knows
What's best for me
So stop the bus

Did mother nature tell you
Boy you come and go
As you please
That's what she said to me
But big brother got the keys
And i got jackson cannery
Big brother got the keys
And i got jackson cannery
Big bother got the keys
And i got jackson cannery

fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him: 'life has been good'

Twenty-five years
He's worked at the paper
A man's here to take him downstairs
And i'm sorry, mr. jones
It's time

There was no party, there were no songs
'cause today's just a day like the day that he started
Noone is left here that knows his first name
And life barrels on like a runaway train
Where the passengers change
They don't change anything
You get off; someone else can get on

And i'm sorry, mr. jones
It's time

Streetlight shines through the shades
Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
He reflects on the day

Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
Projecting some slides onto a plain white
Canvas and traces it
Fills in the spaces
He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
Yeah, and all of these bastards
Have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone

And i'm sorry, mr. jones
And i'm sorry, mr. jones
And i'm sorry, mr. jones
It's time

her window was hung like a painting
She worried it might come to life
She stared for hours
So obsessed was i and self-absorbed that i
Didn't see that she was
Crying

There was always someone carrying
There was always someone carrying
Always someone's carrying cathy

There were times when i'd find myself saying that:
"friends, you don't understand"
And she's different when it's just me and her, and i
Closed the door and i tried to hang on and she
Sank into the dark
I was over my head

There was always someone carrying
There was always someone carrying
Always someone's carrying cathy

We gave you everything
You could have been anything
We gave you everything
You could have done anything

But to imagine a fall
With no one at all to catch you
There'd always been someone

Then one night she climbed into the picture frame
Out in the frozen air
And out of sight

Woke up sad from this dream i've been having
The last couple nights or so
With her father and brothers we're all at the funeral
Carrying a box through the rain
Then somebody says that it's always been this way

Always someone's carrying
There was always someone carrying
Always someone's carrying cathy

Note: is an instrumental with speaking at the beginning. not sure who says what.

-- god damn, i wanna rock.

-- ready to rock, man?

-- (laughing) yeah!

(drumming)

-- hey! hey! hey, quit fucking around! i wanna rock, ok? 1, 2, 1, 2, 3..

(robert's fuzz bass, and darren plays a swing beat. robert stops and ben
Plays. everything stops.)

-- man, i am serious. (laughing in bg) i'm not fuckin' around now, i'm
Three inches tall on this little fuckin' mic and it sucks! i wanna rock!
Enough (?) bullshit, you motherfuckers, let's go! 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4...

(music starts, then stops)

-- i'm sorry, i'm sorry.

-- 2, 3, 4!

(music starts, then stops)

-- i'm sorry, i'm sorry.

-- 1, 2, 3, 4!

(music plays to end)

i'm not so bad
I just hate to see a good time had
By everyone but me.
On this lonely christmas eve
I hear them up and down
And up and down the street.

They're making
Noise noise noise noise.
How i hate their happy noise.
There's only one thing i hate more
Come to think of it.
And that's the people who keep
Making it.

Feast feast feast feast.
They'll have more than anyone could ever eat.
Me, i'm stuck here with my cream of wheat.
There's no one here to feast with me
On this lonely christmas eve.

Don't they know i'm up here all alone
In my cave up in the hills?
How i wish that this would go away,
This dreadful holiday
That they call christmas day.

When they're done with all their christmas noise
And they've had their christmas feast
Just when i think that i might finally
Get a moments peace they start to

Sing sing sing sing.
Now i'll never get no sleep.
I'm screaming out the window
But it don't do no good.
They sing and sing and sing
All through the neighborhood.
Sing sing sing.

They take their little break and then
They do it all again.

It's a lonely christmas eve.

Take off your shoes, hang up your wings
Stack up the chairs, roll up the rug
Savor the things that sobriety brings
Drain in the last from a jug

But when i hit the bottle, there's no tellin' what i'll do
'cause something deep inside me wants to turn you black and blue
I can't resist you, i can't wait
To twist your loving arms 'til you capitulate

Beat me in the kitchen, and i'll beat you in the hall
There's nothing i love better than a free for all
To take your pretty neck and see which way it bends
But when it is all over we will still be friends

Wave a white flag, put away the pistol
Too many people just can't get kissed
But if there's nothin' i can do to make amends, baby
Hope you don't murder me

Oh, was it all right, or was it okay
I'll make it all up to you someday
Oh, but you didn't have to laugh that way
Oh, no, you didn't have to laugh that way

Wave a white flag, put away the pistol
Too many people just can't get kissed
But if there's nothin' i can do to make amends, baby
Hope you don't murder me
Gee, baby, hope you don't murder me

Ben: uh - okay, we're going to do a new song then...it's about a man
Named..uh..morgan davis...morgan...morgan left the house to get some cream
Of wheat and came back with a little bit more.

*laugher*

All right - this features joe delorenza

His wife is tired, she wants to sleep
But allnight morgan davis wants his cream of wheat
He waits and then she turns out the lights
He tip-toes to the doorway
As he slips to the night.

His boring life and he leads it by selling stocks
Makes him feel he's growing old and tired
There's no joy in strife just by passing time
On this boring life.

He wants the lights, the cash, a piece of ass
A toothless bitch to blow him for a vile of crack
He chokes his chunk in some gatorade
And scores a bag of chronic on the eastern of a.

His secret life and he leads it by selling drugs he set up that night
He's selling hash to the trailer trash
His sister's ass
The boring life

" my friends are all salesman
My wife is a slut
There must be something bigger i can stick in my butt
The irs is auditing, my life is in a wreck "

And so he's fired his heat
He's blown his blow
It's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go
He smells like barf
" my head is a mess "
He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest

He doubles home from a rising show
He won't be at work in an hour or so
He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife
Just a night to break up his boring lifex