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Skaboy JFK
September 2009

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Cashmere sweater tied around his neck (Skaboy JFK)
He's in a gray Izod with a Shepherd's check (Skaboy JFK)
You'll hear his Top-Siders squeaking up the marble halls (Skaboy JFK)
Jump on my black Lambretta, woncha Barbie Doll (Skaboy JFK)

Whoa-oh-oh
They took their rally out to ol' Cape Cod
And they got in tangle with a big retard
He's drinkin' Guinness with a faux-lex on
Someday he's gonna be the governor I tell ya brothers

Downtown Mickeys of the BPD (Skaboy JFK)
Oh no no no Massachusetts don'cha tread on me (Skaboy JFK)
Ooooh they come here so often and so hard they fall (Skaboy JFK)
To the Dukes of Windsor from the south town mall (Skaboy JFK)

HEY!
HEY!

Tall endeavors will become of him (Skaboy JFK)
'Cuz in the cold Charles river you must sink or swim (Skaboy JFK)
He's the lad aloof from the rest of the punx (Skaboy JFK)
With his dad a legend among the fall down drunks (Skaboy JFK)

Whoa-oh-oh
They took their rally out to ol' Cape Cod
And they got in tangle with a big retard
He's drinkin' Guinness with a faux-lex on
Someday he's gonna be the governor...

Skaboy JFK
Skaboy JFK
Skaboy JFK
Skaboy JFK!!!

It would be nice to hear from you, you must be better
then when you used to call me for advice all drunk and sad 4 am
we both had lost our girlfriends but a sense of humor never
In the summer we saved each others lives by hangin out together

I’ve been high but mostly low
A life long lodger on a dead end road
but I’d like mine to shine like gold
the darkest hour turned brighter than a rose

The memories I still lean on in the current haze Im in
When we were so down, we’d toast the town like two black hearted Irishmen
I dont settle things with booze like I did for years
Does the guy that I still care about in the stories that I hear?

Chorus

We didn’t get much further than a shoe box for a home
And our mattresses are gray with years of passing out in our street clothes
now the hard times are behind us, but lets not be alone
and the bottom line and this is mine, dammit we’ve both got a phone

Chorus

The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up
The Soul Cadillac is in me
Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck
By a girl who loves me
I was alone
I wore the fragrance of men who worked in the heat
I work all day
Pouring the asphalt and shaping the concrete
And I sing now

The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up
The Soul Cadillac is in me
Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck
By a girl who loves me

She's a warm-hearted girl
And such a treasure to hold
To a working man's body
She's like music with plenty of soul

She's my Soul Cadillac

I met her down at the East Town Pub
In a slow dance we embraced
She fixed up my home down by the water
And made it a comfortable place
Oh I tell ya

She's a warm-hearted girl
And such a treasure to hold
To a working man's body
She's like music
She's my soul

The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up
The Soul Cadillac is in me
Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck
By a girl who loves me

Face Club, pal
I stepped to the urinal
I went and fished with my fly
I'ze tryin' to get a stain off
When I noticed a guy
He was punishin' the Bishop
And zeroed in on my pride
The subtle comedy amused me
But I'm afraid I had to make the peeper die

You're in my Sockable Face Club
You gotta punchable face, bub
Grab him, nab him
Everything you do makes me feel like you need to get a blackened eye
You gotta a sockable face

Then there was heard a symphony of punchin'
It shattered his glass jaw
Woke up in blood and beer and munchin'
On some red tongue slaw
He kind of laid there burblin' and there arose a stench
Like a million baby diapers
Then something caramelized on his pants

You're in my Sockable Face Club
You gotta punchable face, bub
You are a sockable guy who how can I say
What I want to get through to you

Pal, punch you in the eggs and make 'em runny
Get up and gallop and go
Your mama's face in my locket
Your friends are diggin' the Ho'
I learned from Larry, Mo, and Curly
Not to take no guff
But sneaky peeky got me surly
I'm a Semper Fi, the kind of guy
Who likes to play rough

Drama, drama, drama, drama -- your face

Hey, there guys step aside, the cleanin' guy is here
To lay that mop and bucket down
Clean up blood and beer
He needs a cigarette 'cause he hates work
And he has to put up with a lot of jerks

You're in my Sockable Face Club
You gotta punchable face, bub
You're a disgrace to the human race
You got a stupid look on your face

Step right up for the great pie fight!

I do the jiggle with a funny face
A Charlie Chaplin messiah
I'll break into the safe
And light a bonfire

Well, if I dotted to dot my feelin's
Now wouldn't that make you feel good?
But I prefer my mystery to your bullshit anal world

I'm jumpin' out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere that's gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
'Cuz there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way

Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme Slapstick
Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears
Gimme Slapstick

So stick your hands up, little babies
You're in the cakewalk part of your life
Everything is uphill from here
But you're starin' up at the big knife

They're gonna bore your ass to pieces
And stick the grip tape to your bones
You'll remember all the fun you had
But realize it was just a loan...still

I'm jumping out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere, I'm gonna bounce you outta the herd baby
And there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way

Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme Slapstick
Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears
Gimme Slapstick

I want to get it, I wanna get it, I wanna get it up
I wanna make you slap your knee...Understand me...Call out for tech support...
Thumb your nose at the tortured times... come on, baby... Huh!

You'll realize that you lost something
When you lose this fantasy world
And the nine to five'n baby thought police
Get you marchin' on to the dirge

They're cobblin' up those Frankensteiny boots for you to wear
You will find it baby hard to move when they stiffin' up your big hair

I'm jumping out of my skin
'Cuz that's the mood that I'm in
Stevie's got the atmosphere, I'm gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby
And there's only one way
And I don't want you to pay
Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way

Savoir faire is everywhere
Gimme Slapstick
Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears
Come on Gimme Slapstick

Our house, in a dull gray suburb
Where the buildings are comin' down
We live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the town
I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene
I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night
Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean
I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night
Find you at the end of the night

He likes Old Style, the cerveza fria
At the tavern down by the park
He'll be OK, but unless you're local
Don't go walkin' there after dark

I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene
I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night
Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean
I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night

You're my blood and my father
I'm just here to give you some help

Find you at the end of the night

We made our way back through the park
Just me and you and the dog
I felt the warm, brown syrup night
Pour over us 'til it was Rembrandt dark

I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene
I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night
Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean
I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night

Find you at the end of the night
Find you at the end of the night
Find you at the end of the night

Sooner or later they’ll come for you there Joe
Lookin’ for tables and smiling friendly at your dough
They’ll put the hustle down
Said you could play but yeah
They’ll turn your pockets out
Send you on your way yeah

Come on Come on Come on Yeah Come On
Pool Shark
Scummy get your cue chalk on

Beckingers Billiards is more than a way to kill an hour
Look out the window this place will train you about power
To know when the bluff is on
Poker your faces yeah
Learn from the smallest con
And enjoy the game yeah

Come on Come on Come on Yeah Come On
Pool Shark
Scummy get your cue chalk on

But when the pool sharks come in
You’d better leave the place
Rack to rack with a brass attack
See your money go away
I tell the young ones who come in
And come to shoot all day
That’s the fact show no mercy Mack
We been here since 1908.

We been here since 1908!

We’ll send you on your way yeah

Come on Come on Come on Yeah Come On
Pool Shark
Scummy get your cue chalk on

Lead pipe slammed in the storekeepers head
Looks like spaghetti decomposin' in bed
Please don't shoot, God think of my kids
You shut your yap ya dirty piece of shit

We're Cosa Nostra
We're Cosa Nostra
We're Cosa Nostra
Cosa Nostra

A greasy nightclub up on a tinsel stage
Outside they bother you for money
Just goin' along for the boss everyday
so matter a fact when she sucks him

Cosa Nostra
Cosa Nostra
We're Cosa Nostra
Cosa Nostra

Do like the animals do
I hear the maggots have chewed
who you most loved
who you most loved
who you most loved
who you most loved
Now they've come for you

It takes some pressure to make a diamond
It takes some losin' to win a soul
It takes a bleak house to run away from
It takes a warm bed to appreciate the cold world inside of you
Shouldn't of dropped out of school
to the bus tub
Are you unloved
Make the most of
Make the most of what's still left of you

Honor was not just a word
To Knights of old who pledged their faith
In love over gold, love over gold
Now they laughed at his fantasy world
And maximized all the potentials to earn
The middle class was too blind to see
The true nobility of Don Quixote

Oh Oh Oh Don Quixote, fight your way into their hearts
Commit your hearts all
Oh Oh Oh Don Quixote, fight your way into their hearts
Commit your heart

How unreal are the dragons he slays
Is his coat of arms just an empty cliché
Colossal ignorance shared by the crowd
The brainless bigots cast an inhuman shroud
Many hearts and minds are going to waste
So many hearts and minds are going to waste
Hearts and minds are going to waste
So many hearts and minds
Liberal philosophies you wear like your clothes
The modern hypocrite he don't even know
Who could be proud of this blank generation
Who could be proud of this blank

I said, Oh Oh Oh Don Quixote, fight your way into their hearts
Commit your hearts all
Oh Oh Oh Don Quixote, fight your way into their hearts
Commit your heart
Sit there sit there watching
Oh Oh Oh Don Quixote, fight your way into their hearts
Commit your hearts all
Oh Oh Oh Don Quixote, fight your way into their hearts
Commit your heart
Sit there sit there watching

They cut us out after two nights down
They called me John Doe the 74.
hitchhiking back to the mission we swung in
when a red car opened a door
The little geezer a local Caesar
In the movement since the crash
He gave us lunch with his union bunch
Who get their windows smashed
but never their hopes dashed

Hey We’re glory bound
One big hammerblow to your crown
Hey Gonna knock ‘em down
swingin one big hammerblow

Down in the mist by the golden bridge
the night watchman was on patrol
He kicked us out of the bushes and said
“Go get a couch with the brothers of soul
and if ya need ‘em they even feed ‘em
at the public garden walls”
and then he said with a wink;
“We haven’t gone extinct
unlike Che Guevara, Marx and Pravda”

Chorus

Work through a cramp
burn the midnight lamp
from out of dingy Chinatown
And through the fog you can hear that horn
shake the lonely room with sound
moppin the hall is a good longshoreman
from the Spanish Civil war
10,000 names in a book of claims
that lie fading in some bottom drawer

Sing it brothers

L’internationale sera le genre humane

Chorus
2:29

2:29, last call
Drink 'em or lose 'em, we're grabbin' 'em all
I got a cab but no friends in the world
Won't you come home with me, I love you girl.
We'll watch the posters spin on the ceiling
We'll get disgusting then we'll share this feeling
'Cause you gotta try, you gotta try when it's 2:29
I'll try, you gotta try when it's 2:29

She's gotta go, it's been a long night
Something is starting to not feel right,
Perfectly normal when he started out
Why can't she just tell him off and ignore his pout?
He's got a wrist band, and a disorder
Blocking the exit with the drink he poured her
'Cause you gotta try, you gotta try when it's 2:29
I'll try, you gotta try when it's 2:29

Just in time for 2:29....
It's closing time
It's 2:20, 2:29

He wants a guest star
For something bizarre
Mentally underpar
Why is his fly ajar
And in the whole bar
She had to catch his eye
And it happens every time
'Cause you gotta try, you gotta try when it's 2:29
I'll try, you gotta try when it's 2:29

Just in time for 2:29
It's closing time
It's 2:20, 2:29

Thrilla in Manila, Frazier and Ali
Can of olives bag of chips a case of Genesee
Daddy's unemployment check is all we got
I need a long sleeve helmet just to cover all my thought

Go after the neighbors now you must protect your home
Tears of rage are streaming down your drunken muzzle
Paranoia foaming from the things your brother stole
If you can intimidate then you are in control, oh yeah

Say it to my face
Say it to my face you fuckin' coward
Say it to my face
If you're gonna talk you better say it to my face

I hearted when you farted it smelled like rubber bands
Is that the sound of boiling fat or is that clappin' hands
I'm a little blacker than the other sheep
I dreamed I'ze makin' love to dolphins
when I'ze dumpin' in my sleep

Go after the neighbors now you must protect your home
Tears of rage are streaming down your drunken muzzle
Paranoia foaming from the things your brother stole
If you can intimidate then you are in control, oh yeah

Say it to my face
Say it to my face you fuckin' coward
Say it to my face
If you're gonna talk you better say it to my face

How now say it to my face

I'm in a bad bad way
I'll find a cow and I'll buck it a rodeo
I'll put your battery on my tongue
Go fetch a knife and then off with your thumbs

Head down
This man is God
You better say it to my face
Say it to my face you fuckin' coward
Say it to my face
If you're gonna talk you better say it to my face