She knows her way
She only heads out when it’s late and dark
No need to worry, she’s smooth, she’s smart
I’ll see her later ‘cause we can’t be apart
You tell me my girls trouble, yes, you tell me my girls trouble, ‘cause
she
Falls, gets back up, stumbles round, spins around, then just
Falls, gets back up, stumbles round, spins around
She melts into the night in her own rude way
Blown into the party like a warm hurricane – she says
“It’s nice to be
Drunk from love”
She knows she’s floating, but she can’t never get enough
Sings your name
Her word is art
Her chest’s a window, so you can always see her heart Her chest’s
a window, so you can always see her heart
Wayfaring drunkard dancing home, well she departs
But she knows her way back home
Sings to a branch that she passes on her way
Dances for a little sleepy pleased stray
Talks to a crow she’s named a Mr. Blue Jay
I’ll tell you my girl’s wonders, yes, I’ll tell you
my girl’s wonders
She’s walking staring upward, staring upward, singing something
Kinda feeling like a devil on her way up to the heavens
She likes long, drawn, French songs
Stops to sit
The sidewalk
Bass is low, she sings a Ms. Bardot song
Space is high, she yawns and rubs her eyes
Then she calls me on her tele, just to tell me ‘boutA spider she
finds pretty, a red polka-dotted spider
Police drive by and see her talking to the stars
Police have her put her hands on the car
“Where are you heading, Ms.?”
“76 Franklin, see that’s where my baby lives”
Here I sit
My porch stairs
I breathe and squint
My cat sits by me
Way down the street I see my girl, she floats, yes, and dances slowly
to me
Sits on me, hugging, both quiet in the dark
Whispering, ’cause it’s a direct line to the heart
There is no distance that is keeping us apart
You tell me my girl’s trouble, but you just don’t know her
wonders
And the waiting, whoa-oh
Yes, the love of waiting, whoa-oh
Yes, the love of waiting, whoa-oh
Yes, my love of waiting
For her
FADED
So how the fuck did we
Even get on this show
Some promoter must have had to fit
A stylistic status quo
I thought all the project bands have brainwashed
All the Punk Rock executives
I’m breathing air into the underground
After it was left in the street for dead
I can’t feel my hands
I’m too drunk to find my mind
I don’t want to talk to some screamo kid
About how much he digs Sublime
I’m dying in a club
That’s pumping ACME through its P.A.
Forever hated by this industry
But still finding a way on stage
It’s fading
Can no one tell?
So this is your first tour
I bet a beer that it’s your last
Don’t bother stickering the bathroom kid
I’ll be covering it in March
I read your autobiography
And frankly it don’t make sense
Man, I can’t believe I’m sharing a stage
With this shitty INXS
It’s faded
Can no one
Tell, me where it went wrong?
Tell, me where it went wrong
The underground
Tell, me where it all went wrong
HEll on earth
Let the damn cows moo
Let those stupid birds fly
Let the dog sit on the chair
Let the cat shed its long hair
Let the goldfish swim outside
Let the smokers smoke
Let the politicians lie
Let grandma be a bitch
Athletes be filthy rich
Let the stoners get high
Let’s make life a living hell
Let’s make life a living hell
Let’s take everything we know
Toss it right out the window
Let’s make life a living hell
Let the homophobes be scared
Let the gays adopt with care
Republicans steal the dough
Democrats complain more
Let the system let us down
Let Charlton Heston have his gun
Let somebody shoot him just for fun
Pro-life be carnivores
Pro-choice be whores
Let’s never help the bums
Let the acid rain fall
Let’s not recycle at all
We know what we should do
But I don’t care and you don’t too
Let’s make earth decay and die
Let religion kill some more
Let nonbelievers get tortured
Let the tyrants kill
Let the soldiers double kill
Let’s all kill kill kill kill kill
Humanity
Fueled by fear and greed
Cultivate and kill
Is our great legacy?
So much death we can’t undo
But here’s a little fucking clue
If we can build the bomb
Can’t we build heaven too?
Nah!
So let the damn cows moo
Let the children get abused
Let the goldfish swim outside
Steal from the old then watch them die
Let’s make life a living hell
Rah!
