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Kids on the Street
February 1996

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Lyrics



Its time for a new understanding
If you’re one of the many
Who the Family has let go
Hold on stay together when crashin’
Sellin’ fake hits of Acid
To a college asshole

I can tell that I disgust
Ugly old faces I see
You call us Mall rats
The town is callous to the kids on the street

I know like an animal’s knowledge
What you never acknowledge
And prefer to ignore
I go like a brick through a window
There may be no tomorrow
I don’t care anymore

Here I am I ruined your wall
Talk responsibility, ugliness, Mall rats, the town
Is callous to the kids on the street

Smarmy people I’d like to blow them all away
Vacant faces and a language of clichés
Hypocrites aspiring to be all the same
I will act on all my dreams
And take things to extremes

In this time of a new understanding
With the darkness descending
And your money all gone
I will hang tough making weirdness a virtue
I will never desert you
In your quest for the dawn

Thrilla in Manila, Frazier and Ali
Can of olives bag of chips a case of Genosee
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

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

Hurt your pride staggered into bed
And fell asleep by your side
Gone all night numbing my brutality
You sleep with your back to mine

Vanity fair, vanity fair
It’s all a game for us. A come on
To remain unaware
Open your eyes hook up your hair
Paint on a face for all the good times
Like a sign that you care

Everybody’s got so many things to say
I can make a face and take off
Hate me I don’t care

Time your strike, strike your prime
Forget it the piñata is too high
Right your right, people are revolting
The resiliency of the doomed is nice

I had to face your make-up face

Caught in a revolving door and my lungs are suffocating
Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating
I’m a martyr to myself and a hero to my family
I can feel a breaking point a longing to be free
but instead I’ll

Hang in there and suffer with the rest
I’m a drunk and a sentimental man so
dust us off a bottle of your best
Irish Whiskey and drink with me
To departed friends. To departed friends.

In the middle of the night I wake up my heart is pounding
I expected more from life than a house and TV watching
cuz I wimped out on myself. Take it out on friends and family
cuz they don’t appreciate I sacrificed my dreams

Hey there guys I’m not the enemy it’s just a shared
frustration that makes us fight
it’s a long way to drive to not make any money
Merry Christmas at least we gotta try

Feline recline here in my room of blue
Eyes of green mystery. Transmissions
I loved the way you moved
I feel all right yeah I’m okay sixteen stories
above the street
Shiva diva angel whore
You and me yeah

This room is fur in electric blue
Shiny black and tight on you
Rent bloody movies laugh and screw
Shiny black and tight on you
Fleur de mal you fell down

Sometimes I see someone who reminds me of you
I’m fine I still write and live in squalor
and you still refuse
In the years after the plane left
I forgot all of my French
I was too young, to know
it would be my last chance

I’m your trade you’re my trade
I’m your slave you’re my slave
I’m okay you’re okay

This room is fur in electric blue
Shiny black and tight on you
Drink bloody Marys laugh and screw
Kneel before the horse and kiss his hooves
Fleur de mal you fell down

Here comes the snake and he circles your leg
He’s come to play and make your body parts shake
He comes swervin’ down your hall
It’ll feel so good when he gives it his all

He’s like a jail and you need an escape
Want you to come get a file in your cake
I know he did you wrong and I’m here to give ya
what you wanted all along
Here comes the snake

Yes, I believe but I’d rather not pray
What I believe in I’d rather not say baby
Did your God show you the door
Well, I’m here to eat your apple to the core
Here comes the snake

Thought I was strong
it turned I was wrong
I lost a friend
Three on a match again

Three on a match again
Looks like I lost a friend
I’ll never go three on a match again

When we were young and glitter rock was done
We played guitars
Small spiders from Mars
I’m drinkin’ hard cuz this ain’t easy
Wakin’ up with my best friend’s girl
I want to go. I feel so sleazy
Is that what they said
what they said now

I feel this woman around me
To fill this empty need
But I know I’ve got to go
Hey baby with this book a matches
strike one and burned all three
Well I know I’ve got to learn
Please forgive me

Buried in a field of crosses the ghost of an American son
Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the guns
and his friends were all there with him when they laid him
beneath the frost the preacher said
The brotherhood of battle is always greater than the cause

Nightmare of blastin’ light ashes in the wind
I couldn’t find him to say good-bye he was my only friend
All the kinfolk met the train that carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name I got good and drunk for Luther Lane

Six white horses pulled the carriage
the band played Nearer My God to Thee
And all the children were starin’, Luther, at the missin’ part of me
I got an all a sudden taste for whiskey as I was cold and it was gettin’ late
I know I shouldn’t a done it but I nicked a buck off the collection plate

Gendarme he grabbed my arm and dragged me off to jail
I’m sittin’ here one-legged, Luther
I know you woulda posted bail

All the kinfolk met the train that carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name I got good and drunk for Luther Lane

You sure did make it tough for Job and me, my Lord
Two bodies fell as one casualty of war
I shoulda gone down under the ground with all the corps
When you’ve survived enough it’s not enough for some
Lord I know

She don’t like him talkin’ to blondes
Girls in town ain’t use to men like John
Another waitress sets him up for free
Ain’t that good lookin’ but he sure knows what to say

Yeah he’s got a voice like a tuxedo
and pink champagne
When he speaks his heart it sounds so
lonely like a leaving train
He sounds so lonely
Your one silver-tongued devil

Next door neighbors since we were nine
This old mill town is in a sharp decline
Talks about leavin’ almost every day
its the end of the season
and there’s no reason to stay

Sometimes he’d talk about a fantasy
To go off and become a famous guy
His girlfriend went and had the baby
and how it would just break his heart
Now to leave them behind

He’s my evil twin. He’s the enemny inside me.
It’s me against him and I hate his wicked grin
but we’re brothers to the end
He will break your heart but I’ll do my best
to stop him. He’s ticking like a bomb
I adore you but he forks his tongue
I’m just not myself today

I try to smile but the creature lurks
right below I just can’t keep the lid on
of the enemy in my soul
He tears down all the things I’ve worked
so hard for
I’m gonna get my gun and kill the enemy within

Round and around I go
caught by the undertow
I can’t escape myself at Midnight
Footsteps and shadows swirl
the Prince of the Underworld
chases me through the fog at Midnight

He wants you to approve
fears he’ll be called a failure
He plays cat and mouse with you
But I don’t know who is more the fool
his Jekyll or his Hyde
Fly above the multitudes or just give them what their used to
He’s lit by candlelight and his quill is filled with blood and spite

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 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

Do like the animals do
I hear the maggots have chewed
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

Can you read the determination on my face
I’m as solid as the gravel now
‘Cause I kept gettin’ on my feet after all
The times you knocked me down
Went back to see the place where I came from
And I began to understand my pride
From the brick streets, a northern factory town
Where Grandma’s work improved my chances

Common man this is me
I’m not ashamed anymore to be
Here I am this is me
I’m glad you’re uncomfortable near me

Never had nothin’ never no one to care
Never had nothin’
Nothin’ but the wind in my hair
Still I’m a millionaire

You see me standin’? out on Fifth and Union
Right across from the abandoned Drive-in
The sun’s gone down on the future here
The past won’t leave my mind
The rich boys gave up on you
But the soul out here is much too strong
And I’ll carry it with me for my whole life
The face of human dignity

I don’t have to be the boy with the most cake

All systems were go as the spaceship left Detroit
with Planet X-17 as our destination tonight
The craft hit some mystery turbulence
and we heard a sort of rollin’ buzz
They took our minds. We lost our minds
We must escape because

We were trapped inside the planet of the roller-skating bees

Their eyes were blank-dead sockets
like two pissholes in the snow
They’re busy buzzing cheap clichés
They’ll give you social climberitis in your toe
All they have is beedium
All the alternatives are banned
But be careful that you stick to the script they know
cuz they sting when they don’t understand
They go like this

Don’t try thinkin’ it ain’t worth a dime
You’re on the planet of the Bees tonight
straight things start makin’ wiggly lines
It’s not funny when they take your mind
It’s one weird warpin’ potty time tonight

Cuz we were trapped inside the planet of the roller-skating bees

Buried in a field of crosses the ghost of an American son
Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the guns
and his friends were all there with him when they laid him
beneath the frost the preacher said
The brotherhood of battle is always greater than the cause

Nightmare of blastin’ light ashes in the wind
I couldn’t find him to say good-bye he was my only friend
All the kinfolk met the train that carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name I got good and drunk for Luther Lane

Six white horses pulled the carriage
the band played Nearer My God to Thee
And all the children were starin’, Luther, at the missin’ part of me
I got an all a sudden taste for whiskey as I was cold and it was gettin’ late
I know I shouldn’t a done it but I nicked a buck off the collection plate

Gendarme he grabbed my arm and dragged me off to jail
I’m sittin’ here one-legged, Luther
I know you woulda posted bail

All the kinfolk met the train that carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name I got good and drunk for Luther Lane

You sure did make it tough for Job and me, my Lord
Two bodies fell as one casualty of war
I shoulda gone down under the ground with all the corps
When you’ve survived enough it’s not enough for some
Lord I know