Baby if this was Numerburg,
they'd be hanging on your every word,
sucking on your cyanide,
maybe baby it's the only cure,
I've got no time for your other line,
girl's calling me on the phone,

wants my time, wants my time,
wants me to play her punk rock show
She

The road to hell is paved with chocolate treats,
and candy corn is sown at the side of the streets.
Every morsel promises to make you satisfied,
but every wrapper carries another lie.
The road to hell winds through a gingerbread town.
It looks real good, tastes real good,

3 chords, yeah they're yours,
we stole them from your bottom drawer.
16 strings or something,
yeah, don't listen, 'cause we stole everything.
Yeah, it's true, we got it from you,
don't worry man, there's nothing new.
Stay outside,
there's nothing in here that you woul

I'm not talking about a Beatle's song,
written 100 years before I was born.
100 flowers bloom, 100 schools of thought contend,
c'mon baby, let's hang around,
they're talking about the round and round,
but who's got the real anti-parent culture sound?

Cough Syrup - why don't you cough it up?
Cough Syrup - why don't you cough it up?
Cough Syrup - why don't you cough it up?
Cough Syrup - why don't you cough it up?
Cough Syrup - why don't you cough it up?
Cough Syrup - why don't you cough it up?

Checkin' out all the ing

Hysteria from the stereo
Yeah, Something coming from the stereo

I've got a little black book
names & numbers and faces forsook,
lips puckered, I swear they never spoke,
put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index,
the secret sign that says your mine,

There is only one Nation of Ulysses: the seriously unserious, reverently irreverent, amoral moralists whose iconoclastic assault on the received pieties of America place them in the front ranks of social critics.

What went into the making of the legend? There was their erudition, their sto