Friction, Baby

Ten cent lovers
beneath the covers
Riding on a wet dream
Silver tonic free

High stool sweet tarts
Equipped with green cards
Chomp their 401k's
Semi-chocolate brie

Digging in Los Cruces
for an army drab container
Carbon dating clothes
for the last time they were washed

Shelby and Sheila
Onomatopoeia
Catch hang nail on Banion
Shiver Martin Sheen

Preschool mothers
in Technicolor
Are fire bombing Dresden
Stanton, Harry Dean

Feeding line caught tuna
to a neutered Bodhisattva
Writhing peached for the President
Out on the White House lawn
Beating Herbert Hoover
With a leather tipped Pinada
Thorn and Katy drink the milk
tinted Amerasian Green
RETURN, RETURN, RETURN

Are you lost?
Do you find life turning out
Not quite the way you planned?
Come around stay awhile
that's OK That's alright
Couldn't get to sleep so talk about it.
Let's talk about it right now.

Here it comes on my head again
I guess I'm born to be the long lost friend.
Long Lost Friend

Are you cold? Is there no place better, safer, friendlier than this?
Call me up, I'm alone.
That's ok, That's alright
Rather it be me than go without it.
So don't think about it right now.

Here it comes on my head again
I guess I'm born to be the long lost friend.
Long lost friend

I've given ballast
Held you up when you were falling down
What happend when I'm not around?

Friend?
Friend?
Long Lost Friend

They say you're off
(a bit confused)
But when the day is done
I'll be with you
I like your eyes
They say you're true
The others whisper and lie

And you framed the sun
Shot out the stars
You paled the sky
And hung the moon

They say 'your loss'
That your mind's diseased
But when you've finally won,
Tell me who always believed

Chorus:

Down way low
They never remember
Down way low
Down way low
You always remember
Don't let the words you hear leave your head.

The say you're gone
That you left today
But if you change your mind
Know I still feel that same way

Got an angel on the stairs
As if you'd even care
When the lights are up
And the sun had nearly gone... down

Did you see him on the street
Did you pass him at your feet
Did you think at all
How dare they even look me in the eye

And he loves the girls
And he loves the boys
Gonna make
Twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over

So set him up
Then let him fall
Turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans

Got a ticket to a show
Did you see him take a blow
When the drunk one said
Cat Stevens was the greatest singer

Did you kick him in the head
Did you see the blood run down
Did you laugh at all
When the people walked right by and said aloud

Gutter punks are all the same
Gonna make
Twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over

So set him up
Then let him fall
Turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans

Set him up
Let him fall
Turn him over in your hands
God save the King of New Orleans

Radio in my head
Radio in my car
Goin' down again
He's goin' down... again

Any way you look
Any way you talk it over
It's easier
To let it slip out of your mind

But it rips your heart out
Then it kicks your head in
But you give him one more chance
To try and see the beauty in his world

All the way in on my hands and on my feet and shoulders
Gonna make
Twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over

So set him up
Then let him fall
Turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleans

Set him up
Then let him fall
Turn him over in your hands
God save the king of New Orleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaans
Yeah

Everybody talking saying you will be walking
This neighborhood will never be the same
You said we'd understand. You found out what's happening now.
So we all sat down and you broke the news.

Now daddy don't love her anymore.
It's still life with Cooley
Now Daddy don't love her anymore.
It's just still life with Cooley.

All your friends show on time.
They come in bringing red wine.
You said if it's over then we'll go in style.
You better best take care keep one hand to your ear
So you're not left hanging when they're finally gone.

Chorus:

Watcha' saying?
You're going to stay of at St. Madigan's?
(reeled in again)
You're just fooling around fooling around

People hanging with their good friends
Listening to those old songs

Now Daddy don't love her anymore.
It's still life with Cooley
Now Daddy don't love her anymore.
It's just still life
It's just still life with Cooley.

Strong hands
Big plans
All reduced to this.
Hard won Freedom
How could you have missed?

Scared, are you?
You do it on your own
You do it all alone.
We all did.
Scared, are you?
Half the lines we make up dear
The best that you can do

Everything you would be
Pass you like a ghost.
And kind words are scarce at best
When you need them the most.

Scared, are you?
You do it on your own
We all did.
Scared, are you?
Half the lines you make up here.
The best that we can do.

Hope brings you luck
Doors open up.
And if you should fall,
I'll catch you dear.
It must be!
It must be!

Scared, are you?
Finally on your own
You do it all alone
We all did
Scared, are you?
Half the lines you make up dear.
The best that we can do
And we do