This is the city life, come on
Let's talk about leaving

Come on now, talk about your family
Your sister's cursed, your father's old and damned
Silent kid don't listen to the grandmother's advice about Ezra
Silent kid don't listen to their ayy...

Hand me the drumstick
Snare kick
Blues call upon I knew myself in
Into the spotlight
Ecstasy feels so warm inside
Till five hours later
I am chewin'
        screwin'
                Myself with my hand
 

Elevate Me Later
Well your greed for tokens and stamps
Underneath the fake oil burning lamps
In the city we forgot to name
The concourse' is a four wheel shame
And the courthouse is double breast
I'd like to check out your public (bodily) protest
So why you complaining?      ta!

Those who sleep with electric guitars
Range roving with the cinema stars
And I wouldn't want to shake their hand
Cause they're in such a high protein land
Because there's forty different shades of black
So many fortresses and ways to attack
So why you complaining?     ta!
 

Stop Breathin
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the courts
Never held my serve
Send'em a wire, give'em my best
This ammunition never rests
No one serves coffee, no one wakes up

Stop breathin'
Stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad, they broke me
Dad, they broke me

Stop breathin'
Stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad, they broke me
Dad, they broke me

I can see the lines open shutters
And the leaves flocked on a grid
That's what they made my hero say
Nothing gets me off so completely
Then when you put it down, ten feet down in the ground
Call it response (to a) negative home

Stop breathin'
Stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad, they broke me
Dad, they broke me

Stop breathin'
Stop breathin'
Breathin' for me now
Write it on a postcard
Dad, they broke me

 
Cut Your Hair
(stop it!)
Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair
Do you think it's gonna make him change?
        "I'm just a boy with a new haircut"
And that's a pretty nice haircut
Charge it like a puzzle
Hit men wearing muzzles
Hesitate you die
Look around, around
The second drummer drowned
His telephone was found

Music scene's crazy
Bands start up each and every day
I saw another one just the other day
A special new band
I remember lying
I don't remember a line
I don't remember a word
But I don't care , I care, I really don't care
Did you see the drummer's hair?

Advertising looks and chops a must
No big hair!
Songs mean a lot when songs are bought
And so are you
Face right down to the practice room
Attention and fame's a career
Korea Korea Korea Korea etc.
 

Newark Wilder
Plane driver
The forces against you
The rain
I know everybody wants to put you down
But I know everybody's gonna put me down,    won't you
I want you
Because I rush in
To feel you
But I won't set you down
I don't need to
Because I rush in
To feel you
But I won't set you down
I don't need to

Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Don't try, try, try, try, try
It's a brand new era
It feels great
It's a brand new era
But it came too late

She won't let you know that -
Alright to touch her
She won't let you wait for me
For me to touch you

Crowds of the people
And voices and steeples
And wedding rings
Wild are the horses
And break up divorces
In separate rooms from

My, my, my, my, my, my, my
I love your tinted eyes
So bad, so bad, so so bad
So so bad

She won't let me break you out
When the picture's cut it free
Unless there is enough
and it's simple stuff by me
can't you see the stuff i need?
can't you see?
Can't you stuff me?
Stuff me.
 

Unfair
Down to Santa Rosa and over the bay
Across the grapevine to LA
We got deserts we got trees
We got the hills of Beverly
Let's burn the hills of Beverly

Walk with your credit card in the air
Swinging punches like you just don't care
This is a slow, sick suckin' part of me
This is a slow, sick suckin' part of me And when I'm sucking kisses,  sour

Up to the top of Shasta gulch
To the bottom of the Tahoe Lake
Manmade deltas and concrete rivers
The south takes what the north delivers
You film hack, I don't use your pay

Lost in the foothills of Mount Pine
Drinking Euro, say goodnight
to the last psychedelic band/
from Sacto Northern Cal
South Sacto, Northern Cal

Taylor, neighbor
You're my neighbor
And I need favors
You're my neighbor
You don't need favors
Cause I'm your neighbor
(I'm not your neighbor
You crazy street (bakersfield) trash

Gold Soundz
Go back to those gold soundz
And keep my advent to your cell
Because it's nothing that I don't like
Is it a crisis or a boring change
When it's central, so essential
It has a nice ring when you laugh
At the low-life opinions
And they're coming to the chorus now

I keep my address to yourself
Cause we need secrets
We need secret-cret-cret-cret-crets
Back right now

Because I never want to make you feel
That you're social,  never ignorant soul
Believe in what you want to do
And do you think that is a major flaw
When they rise up in the falling rain
And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
The trials over, the weapon's found

Keep my address to myself
Cause it's secret
Cause it's secret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret
Back right now

So drunk in the august sun
And you're the kind of girl I like
Because you're empty, and I'm empty
And you can never quarantine the past
That you remember in December
That I won't need you when I'm gone
And if I go there, I won't stay there
Because I'm sitting here too long
I've been sitting here too long
And I've been wasting
Allocating outward
For the last word
Last words come up
All you've got to wait
 

Range Life
After the glow the scene the stage the set
talk becomes slow but there's one thing I'll never forget
hey you gotta pay your
dues before you pay the rent
Over the turnstiles and out of the traffic
There's ways of living its the way I'm living
Right or wrong it's all that I can do
And I wouldn't want to let you be

I'd want a range life
If I could settle down
If I could settle down
Then I would settle down (x2)

Run from the pigs the fuzz the cops the heat
Pass me your gloves because
Crime it is never complete
Until you snort it up or shoot it down
You're never gonna feel free
Out on my skateboard the night is just hummin
and the gumsmacks are the pulse I'll follow
If my walkman fades then I got
Absolutely no one
No one but myself to blame
don't worry
We're in no hurry
School's out,
what did you expect?

I'd want a range life
If I could settle down
If I could settle down
Then I would settle down (x2)

Out on tour with the Smashing Pumpkins
Nature kids, I/they don't have no function
I don't understand what they mean
And I could really give a fuck
Stone Temple Pilots they're elegant bachelors
They're foxy to me are they foxy to you
I will agree, they deserve
Absolutely nothing,
nothing more than me
Dream dream dream dream...so alive!
 

Heaven is a Truck
Heaven is a truck
It got stuck
On the breeze
Ask the driver nicely
I need a lift
I need release
The sand in the boats
On the rose covered floats

She is the queen of the castle California, thrill

I know arcs can't fly
I know the sharks they don't have wings
But lady you need some cold advice about a few things
Loosen my dress
Tie me up just like all the rest

She is the queen of the casa pasadena/ house of california
Thrill
 

Hit the Plane Down
I'm up on a hill top where I
Keep you in sight, my little toys
I buried you because the sun
Will melt them

Got you up my  sleeve (x5)

Hit the plane down (x3)

Taking over
Taking over your life
I'm taking over your scene
Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya, Ya
I would hope see the face I would hope you see her face

Hit the plane down (x2)
Hit the plane down (taking over)

There's no survivors (x2)

Don't even snow (we're not that disturbed)
Don't even snow

Hit the plane down (x2)
Hit the plane down (taking over)

There's no survivors (x2)

Taking over your life
Taking over your life
I'm taking over the scene
I'm taking everything
All I wanted it all
My little trick
I wouldn't mind just a milligram up my sleeve
I've got you up my sleeve (x3)

Hit the plane down (x3)
There's no survivors

Taking over your life (x2)
I'm taking over the scene
I'm taking everything (x2)

I've got to melt it     (x10)
Hit the plane down
Hit the plane down theres no survivors
There is no survivors
 

Fillmore Jive
Hey lady, what do you need?
Do you think you'd like to come and bleed with me?
I'd like to invite you to a taste of my chalice
It's a special one, it's made of gold
(passed out)
Passed out on your couch
You left me there (thank you)
Let me sleep it off
I need to sleep it off
I need to sleep why don't you let me
I need to sleep why don't you
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep, why won't you let me
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
I need to sleep
Why won't you, why won't you let me sleep?

The jam kids on the vespas
And glum looks on their faces
The street is full of punks
They got spikes
See those rockers with their long curly locks
Goodnight to the rock and roll era
Cause they don't need you anymore
Little girl, boy, girl,
boy

Their composures are so distracted
Jasper's skinny arms
And the dance faction, a little too loose for me
Every night it's straight and narrow
Laws are broken, amusing era
walls are broke in the music era
Round and round and round and round she goes...

Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs
When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs
Their throats are filled with --