Nail on the record make the beat sound raw
Needle was wore out, had to replace it
Face it, tape up the 'lectric wires
So as not to cause underground club fires
Up in the loft known as the space station
From where we launch the sound vibration
Freaks emerge from a st

Chorus:
Pain, horrible pain, insane
That's all you're gonna get
When you're in my game
I dip into the fire with my left fist
Ignitin' your desire like this

If ya never came back, I might not notice
I'm too busy, yea ya know this
Watch ya step, ya might not blow

Just another one of these blase days
Characterized by my cynical attitude
And over all malaise
Wanna commit something
Somethin', less permanent than suicide
So i, stick to the side streets
To avoid socializing
With people that won't get it
If i tell'em what i real

It's a loaded question like a loaded gun
When I ask if anybody wants to come
On a trip across the Universe
To where Jimi, Janis and Jaco rehearse
To study with people we never heard of
Masters we never got word of
10,000 feet stompin' to phantom drums
From hence inspi

Waitin' for the bus to come and take me
To clean the smokestacks at the factory
Where in fact I'm currently employed

Fantasizing a fantasy
And devising the latest scheme
To get out this working class void

I can't stand it
Meaningless, not hard

Mr. Stiffneck

Beat, can't sleep summer heat and the blurry vision
Very weary bleary eyed tried by the television
News shows cop shows paid advertisements
Late night religious nut's spiritual advising
Sending me in to a skeptic's fit
Like the end is nigh, and i think i'm down for it
Who

All night oozing
A a a a a
Acid electrified
A a a a a
Acid oozing all night

Rattling light bulb, bent beam of light
Noon o'clock peace pipe, twenty hour night
Haven't had a minute to mind, my own business since
Three o'clock this morning that was takin' a hi

Paint the white house pink
Keep it legal to think
Everybody's got the right
To live our own life

Might be that you wanna be a New York slut
Hollywood pimp
Miami Beach jiggalo
Seen ya on the boulevard
Prancin' around
Braggin about the good times you found

Drinkin' beer by the liter
In an X rated theater
I need a Phantasy Uninhibitor

Deep inside my dirty heart
My sexuality is a secret even from me
Really especially see when an
Erotic phantasy enters my mind
Got to stop it first check an' see
If it's the right ki

This is dedicated to the underground freaks
Hard core hippies and renegade geeks
This goes out to the hackers
And the crackers
And the party crashers in the place to be

Ya think you could come to understand me
Sittin' in front 'ya cable TV?
Don't care to?
Wel

By the city light I was buggin' out all night
Gave it to ya good, 'cause you said
That I was just a white boy
Well I'm a white man
Nothin' is scarier
Just ask son of sam

Ya never know when I'm gonna strike next
I don't even know why i like ghetto tricks

I'm

Smoked a lotta cigarettes since we last spoke
Quit so many times it's almost a joke
Rollin' up another one, take another toke
Thinkin' better this than stuff you shoot

Bang bang
Shoot bang bang

Fall down on the sofa and pick up the remote
Tuesday afternoon it's on

Theater is silent, lights are dim
Curtains parted, kid about 10
Standing on the corner, lookin' forlorn
Backpack droopin' below the shoulders
Hair is greasy, the pants are torn
high waters, with a patch in the knee
Half tucked-in, a stretched out tee says
A.K.W.A.R.D

Chorus:
I should have dissed you
A long time ago (2x)
But I'm still hangin' on
For what, I don't know

You're so sorry
You messed up again
You're so sorry
You haven't got a friend
You're so sorry
You say it again
But I'm too tired
To hear it this

It ain't like things changed much once
We hit the road
Being too broke for a coffee and a roll
That don't slow you down
Just more o-the same stubborn forward march
Maxxed out cards and empty bank accounts
Only leave a psychic mark
Late morning in the parking lot a

Fighting biting out o control
Loosin my teeth losin my soul
The old witch knows what i'll go through
She's seen the end and she's telling me to

Wake up, wake up

Ghastly ass attitudes come to bed
Every night i go head to head
Personification fear and greed
Toss

Come on, come on, come on
And take your mamma for a spin
Get up, get in
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
The night is young
The whiskey and the bourbon
And the gin are flowin' sweet
Don't pack it in
Don't pack it in
Don't pack it in
Don't pack it

One for the innocence, three for the truth
Twenty years to late to love me
In the dark on my own, I'm not alone
Still too blind to see
On phantom shoulders i cannot lean
Watch the waning moon soon unseen
I'm not waiting for the morning
Even for the dawn

Chorus

Endless days of summers past
Dragged along when we were small
Now they seem to go so fast
Were they ever ours at all?

Going out into the city on adventures
When successes were insured enough to bet
Back when family was just some people
You was stuck with
As op