Tracks

02. I Don't Wanna Be Me
04. Todd's Ship Gods [Above All Things]
04. Anesthesia
05. I Like Goils
06. ...A Dish Best Served Coldly
07. How Could She?
08. Life Is Killing Me
09. Nettie
09. ...A Dish Better Served Coldly
10. [We Were] Electrocute
11. Iydkmighthtky [Gimme That]
12. Angry Inch
14. Drunk In Paris
15. The Dream Is Dead



02. I Don't Wanna Be Me

I don't wanna be me anymore

Ever throwing at his house
Two glass houses, twenty stones
Fourteen yellow, six are blue
Could it be worse... quite doubtful

Two steps forward, three steps back
Without warning, heart attack
He fell asleep in the snow
Never woke up, died alone

Please don't dress in black
When you're at his wake
Don't go there to mourn
But to celebrate


04. Anesthesia

Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities
'Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun
No way to prepare, impending despair

Did one say so cruel: "Tis better to love than lose"
Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kiss
So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned
Remember desire only fuels the fire - liar

Betwixed birth and death, every breath regret
I pity the living, envy for the dead
Emotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numb
I'd rather not care than to be aware - be scared

I don't need love

Are a thousand tears worth a single smile?
When you give an inch, will they take a mile?
Longing for the past but dreading the future
If not being used, well then you're a user and a loser

World reknowned failure at both death and life
Given nothingness, purgatory blight
To run and hide, a cowardly procedure
Options exhausted, except for anesthesia - anesthesia

I don't feel anything.


04. Todd's Ship Gods [Above All Things]

Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard pictures
Giant living there I used to know
Author of the testosterone scriptures
Where did you go?

Now I remember what he told me that time
Falling from my bike, scraping my knee:
"If you're gonna weep, keep it from sunshine,
so no one sees"

I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"

See little boy hiding amongst shadows
Ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain
From the storms predicted by the Tarot:
Pray for the rain

I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"


05. I Like Goils

Forget the jar of Vaseline
Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen
And yeah,
You can drool, beg me and hope
There's no damn way I'm playing drop the soap
OK,
I know I'm strange but I ain't no queer
So take your rage and disappear
But I'm proud not to be PC
'Cause -

I like goils
Bad goils all over this world

Now I don't know whose ass you've licked
No shit-tongued boy will ever taste my dick
He says:
"How 'bout no sex - we'll just be friends"
Hey no thanks Pal, I'll stick to lesbians
You're right
A sexist pig, I guess it's true
(I hate all men including you)
I don't care what you think of me
'Cause -

I like goils
Bad goils all over this world

I'm quite flattered that you think I'm cute
But I don't deal well with compacted poop
So look,
If my views make you annoyed
You're just jealous I don't have hemorrhoids
So now,
To make it clear that you can't bone me
My tattooed ass reads "exit only"
I don't care much for sodomy
'Cause -

I like goils
Bad goils all over this world


06. ...A Dish Best Served Coldly

What makes you think that you have won?
When the battle has only just begun
Let the punishment fit the crime
Bad things come to those in all good time

My mistake was to put you first
Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst
I asked you - believe in just us
Now my faith lie in mine own justice

How many times must I say I'm not sorry?
And how many ways can I show I don't care?

Rotting bodies of enemies
Cannot smell sweet enough to me
What is the price of a friend
Who would carry out revenge?

In this bleak world of absent laws
One in which the just are whores
An honor to die for the truth
Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth

How many times must I say I'm not sorry?
And how many ways can I show I don't care?


07. How Could She?

Wilma Flintstone, Marcia Brady,
Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz,
Laverne and Shirley, Jeannie
Morticia Adams, Aunt Esther,
Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha,
Mrs. MacGillicuddy

How could she?

Ginger, Mary Anne, Mrs. Howell,
Samantha Stevens, Lieutentant Uhura,
Judy Jetson
Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz,
Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster,
Rhoda, Penny Robinson

How could she?

Why don't you love me anymore?

Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyed
No recourse except for celluloid
In my heart, I know you are not real
Though in mind, suspect you still can feel

Walt Disney or Hanna-Barbera
Black or white, stunning Technicolor
Warner Brothers and the A.A.P.
I've become addicted to TV

Crissy Snow, Catwoman,
Creepela, Weezie Jefferson,
Betty Rubble, Little Cindy Who
Penelope Pitstop, Lois Lane,
Vanna White, Wonder Woman,
Elly May, Maude, Witchiepoo

How could she?

Why don't you love me anymore?

How could you?


08. Life Is Killing Me

Like a Jew in ancient Spain
And for Christ's name did pay with pain
Modern day inquisition
What is the link between these crafts?
Doctors and thieves, they both wear masks
Overpaid meat magicians

Life is killing me

Your doctorate and Ph.D.
Would wipe my ass etched in feces
Will not cure your affliction
Doctors Jeckyll or Mengele
And your face too, they're just a blur
Can't improve my condition

Life is killing me

Appointment made, waited three hours
Did not realize you had such power
I'd rather see a mortician
Your parents saved or had the bucks
Your education stems from luck
Future corpse: death by physician

I have no choice: devoid of rights
So pull the plug, it's my damned life
Keep me alive to increase your bill
A Red Cross hell? - the hospital!

Just let me die with dignity
It's not suicide, simply mercy

Just who do you think you are?
Medical school don't make you God
Now I don't care what you've been taught
Just get me off this life support

Just let me die, with dignity
It's not suicide, simply mercy

Life is killing me


09. ...A Dish Better Served Coldly

What makes you think that you have won
When the battle has only just begun?
Let the punishment fit the crime
Bad things come to those in all good time

My mistake was to put you first
Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst
I asked you - believe in just us
Now my faith lie in mine own justice

How many times must I say I'm not sorry?
And how many ways can I show I don't care?

Rotting bodies of enemies
Cannot smell sweet enough to me
What is the price of a friend
Who would carry out revenge?

In this bleak world of absent laws
One in which the just are whores
An honor to die for the truth
Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth

How many times must I say I'm not sorry?
And how many ways can I show I don't care?


09. Nettie

Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes

In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue
Miss Red Hook of 1922
Weeping silently for the pain of others
Every night a tearful rosary
A victim of the curse of empathy
Her reward for compassion is to suffer

Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes

My shortcomings I know caused her grief
Still she loves me. This I can't believe!
Responding not with anger but a prayer
Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill
True, I am the son of an Angel
Maternally, not one woman compares

Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes

If you fall, I will catch you
When you're lost, I'll be there soon
Far away, but of course near
When you're sad, I'm always here

Thank you for saving me from myself
Your compassion became its own hell
Unequivocably beautiful inside and out
Without a doubt

Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes


10. [We Were] Electrocute

We were electrocute
In our has-been 1980's suits
So electrocute
Everyone we knew said it was true
That's when even strangers knew our names
Ten year's later sighed "what a shame"

We were electrocute
To make the point again is moot
Ssssssso electrocute
How on you I've wasted my youth
Your cold eyes of Coney Island sand
Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man

So proud to be by your side
We were a team no one denied

Even though I still miss your lips
You're about as real as your tits


11. Iydkmighthtky [Gimme That]

It's been doing some thinking
And felt fair that she should know
All actions in which partake
Are far beyond it's control
Whether it was born or bred
(Genetic, Environment)
I wouldn't bother to ask it why
Simply concentrate on when

It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed
Making plans but It won't tell
So longs to hear her final words:
"I brought this on myself"
The theory of futility
Now you'll learn, so be prepared
Enemies are equal to
Wrath times the speed of fright squared

If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you... you-who

My God helps those who help themselves
Of thus, she shant be ashamed
Crawl into line and wait your turn
Remember Jesus slaves
Department of Probation:
"Legally It can't be blamed,
held therfore unaccountable
since It's clinically insane
- what a shame again"

If you don't kill me
I'm going to have to kill you... you-who

You must decide
We're out of time
No place to hide
Your choice, not mine!


12. Angry Inch

My sex-change operation got botched
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch
Now all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotch
I got an angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch

I'm from the land where you still hear the cries
I had to get out to sever all ties
I changed my name and assumed a disguise
I got an angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an ingry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I'm tied to the track
I try to get up but I can't get no slack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch

My mother made my tits out of clay
My boyfriend told me that he'd take me away
They dragged me to the doctor one day
I've got an angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
I got a
I got an angry inch

A long story short:
When I woke up from the operation
I was bleeding down there
Bleeding from the gash between my legs
My first day as a woman
And already it's that time of the month
But two days later
The hole closed up and the wound healed
And I was left with a one inch mound of flesh
Where my penis used to be
Where my vagina never was
A one inch mound of flesh
With a scar running down it
Like a sideways grimace
On an eyeless face
It was just a little bulge
It was an angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
The train is coming and I'm tied to the track
I try to get up but I can't get no slack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch

Six inches forward and five inches back
Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black
I got my inch and I'm set to attack
I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch


14. Drunk In Paris

[Instrumental]


15. The Dream Is Dead

Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts I dine
Candles weeping waxing tears
Ten for roses each one a year - disappear

Arrows fester in my heart
Each memory another dart
Love and death both colored red
Showing my past, the dream is dead

Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe that things turned
out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day

Nobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the Festival of Fools

Nobody will break your fall
All for one, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the festival, my fools

Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe things turned
out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day

The dream is dead