Everybody's Song

Everyone's been beaten
And everyone's been whipped
Every man's been circumsized
And all our claws are clipped

Every girl's been raped
And every boy abused
Private conversations taped
But what you gonna do?

You might try to get over it
Though I can't see how you'd make it
Cause if you couldn't be a victim
You'd quickly learn to fake it.

Everyone who eats meat
Engages in a murder
Make mine a multiple homocide
Cause I want that double burger

And if I send out bad vibrations?
Maybe you just stand to close.
Or drink to goddamned much tea
And are about to overdose

Hopelessly Devoted to Who

I'm so overcome with emotion
I can hardly drink my beer
And I might overflow with devotion
If you were only here.

Tonight the bottle let me down
I had a pocket full of crumpled bills
And all these troubles I could drown

I woke up alone and sober
With just one thing to do
Grab myself a bottle of beer
To get over getting over you

Tonight the bottle let me down
I had a pocket full of crumpled bills
And all these troubles I could drown

I really cared, when you were mine
I did the best that I could do
I never drank in the morning before 9
And tried to leave a beer for you..

But now you've gone away
So it's just the bottle and me
And the bottle never lies
When it tells me that I'm free.

95 Times Today

Oh, was there any chance I'd burn in Hell
Take six weeks vacation in the skinning camps
I am feeling normal; well except with you
I feel myself not breathing and I fear all.

Never get stuck in the rules of the game
There's no use fighting in the long haul
Let the controller insert the token now
They showed me changes and I hate them all.

All the world is out of light now
Killing time is not enough
I am feeling guilty
For the 95th time today

Love Song

The ground was cold as ice, the sky was oozing like a wound
Nearby a certain kind of funeral worked out on a honeymoon
And our cigarette smoking narrator didn't know what to say
About a funeral, a urinal and a rainy wedding day.

Now there's an imaginary suitor calling on her second line
But he's next door in the bathroom and she doesn't have the time
To walk to the kitchen knife drawer, while he sings to the mirror
A popular song of sorts, "Oh you know I love you dear

When they said till death do us part, you know I'd never have the will
To leave you when you had money left or no more dreams to kill"
With that he zips his pants up and doesn't put the porcelain down
The toilet's just another urinal, here in dirty town

And there's the smell of cheap perfume, amongst the dirty sheets
And the eternal bores of death and love, with several kinds of beats
Nearby our cigarette smoking narrator didn't know what to say
About a funeral, a urinal and the saddest wedding day.

Guests arrive in small groups, huddle hoping for the best
Stamping on the hard ground as those dreams are put to rest
Seeping from the church next door, they hear the wedding march,
For every ugly ending, there must have been a precious start

The rain, on cue, starts pelting down, two running nightmares collide
The somber sodden mourners, the happy groom and priest and bride
While our cigarette smoking narrator doesn't quite know what to say
About a funeral, a urinal and a rainy wedding day