Chorus:
* Can you hear me breathing,
hear me feeling
Background noise?
Can you hear me pulling strings that make me
lose my voice? *

You could be listening to something that could save your life
Or maybe pop your little bubble with a rusty knife
We wouldn't dream of selling someone with a solid worth
We're only making sure they look enough on the t-shirt

*chorus*

What's the sensation, what's the
color I should dye my hair?
My circulation, it ain't pants-size
cuttin off my air
They'll give a mallrat a guitar
and bring it to you live
And when your breakup song is on tv
you know you've arrived.

*chorus*

I don't understand this concept of art,
like the real world and I are miles apart.
And my heart is beating, beating,
beating my brain to a pulp.

The problem's looking at me through smilin' eyes, I wish
I wasn't seeing The Problem no more.
Cuz all I'm seeing is a kid with blocks
buildin them up knockin them down cuz she's bored.
She's wrung herself dry of her thrills
and just one thing now keeps her still

Chorus:
* You don't do it to yourself
(you don't screw it in yourself)
A turn to the right too tight to tell
When the screw gets deeper
(you won't know what)
what you do to keep her ain't as much as keeping her at bay *

Every Friday there's a place that she goes
they get your money by shaking it loose.
Burning the retail week right down to the roach
maybe a shot or two to lighten the mood.
'I don't remember' is what she said
Black and blue I'm green and red.

*chorus*

'Step back son, don't cross this tape
there's a couple there, oh what a shame
Their bodies look like bloody little figurines
all broke apart and we don't know who to blame'

You should have seen her coming out
His hands all over, a mouth to mouth

*chorus*

No it's not my fault, not at all
If that officer he only knew
You should have seen them together
they looked so happy

You should have seen them.

Are you physically drunk,
have you lost what you've won?
Sensitive to confrontation.
Is his charm too much
for you to simply ignore?
Why wait to see what poorly planned fate
has in store?
If every day is a blessing I'm screaming alone outside church.
Do you talk to your friends
until the casualness ends?
Know where everything but clarity begins.
I got my shirt buttoned up,
and got my tie on tight.
Putting investment in the one thing
that I know I got right.
If every day is a sign you don't lose sight of your direction.

* Don't come to me unless you want a bad analogy. *

Water running down her body makes it hard
to think.
Words running out my mouth
'til I need something to drink
I must be chasing something,
someone told me so.
It makes me wonder why your house
isn't the way I should go.
Like you're a woman on the couch, waiting to be painted.

Last night I saw some older relatives of mine
they asked about the future
How the hell are we supposed to put on calendar
that of which we're unsure?
Maybe better off that I should give a damn
or slave it away for free
Teacher could you start the lesson over again
or maybe just ignore me

Chorus:
* What do you wanna be?
(what do you wanna be)
When you grow up baby,
(what do you wanna be)
Said I'd rather be me,
when you grow up I don't know what *

A lawyer, businessman could I be one of those things?
Behind a desk I'd get fat
Maybe I could make a difference in your life
How much do I get paid for that?
A doctor or physician is the position I'm in
too bad I lack credentials
There's never been a doubt that I could figure something out
I never lacked potential

*chorus*

Last night I shot my gun off out into the night
Nobody paid attention
Man you shoulda been there it was quite a sight,
does anybody listen?
People pushing harder for their futures to come
get headaches from the choices
Call me crazy but I never thought it best to try
Only just to force it

(when you grow up)

*chorus*

This is what some people like to call
just desserts.
And at the time it seemed a second helping
couldnt hurt.
If we weren't scattered across the rug
it would come to mind
whether we ended up miserable
or having a real good time.

Chorus:
* Could you remind me of last night?
Did I get a number or a fight?
The sun comes up and I drink to it. *

Home is where you hang your hat
or lose your shoes.
Now I'm wondering where on earth
did I get that bruise?
Hope I didnt call your house
What'd I say?
Well hell your folks never really liked me anyway

You've got no sympathy for my skull
My body's sore why don't i know?
Mouth like an ash tray ain't that just too great
why can't I...

I'd like to apologize for what i did
(no you wouldn't)
who asked you?
Any event that might've taken place
(can't remember)
Or undo
There's a single bottle left that i
(shouldn't finish)
can't unscrew
Would you mind giving me a hand?
(you can forget it)
Yeah well same to you

*chorus*

Personally I think that it would be great to hear your voice over the
telephone line

Call me

I must confess that I have nothing to say, but listening to what you're
doing is worth my time

Please call me

Chorus:
* My best friend is a plastic machine
'cuz we can be together without being seen
They'll count up all my minutes and send me a bill
But a lifetime of minutes couldn't give me my fill
Of time alone with you on the phone
It's that easy, you know
Just seven simple digits and I'm talking to you
And the best part is you're coming through too

Telephone, telephone is ringing *

It was that sort of day, working good for bad pay. I want to feel
better but don't know how to begin.

I'm sorry

Soon I will find I've got you on my mind and it's just at that moment
when your call comes in

You know me

* chorus *

Maybe for a little bit, maybe for a short while, you could tell me
things you don't tell anyone else

Talk to me

Romance might be better left to better men, but I'm gonna try my hand
at making you believe

You want me

Well the phone never rings
and the neighbors never sleep
And I've got nowhere to go And
I have got no home to keep
And it never ever stops like
a record with a skip
Dirty words, dirty words
between your lips.

Chorus:
* Open roads swallow you whole
Driver see me home, I know my soul it won't *

There's a baby on the bus
and he won't seem to shut up
there's a mother there that does not seem to care
I don't mind I don't mind
shivers pounding down my spine
Shelters me, shelters me from
cold night air

A spotlight falls on the street
where the people stop to weep
all the faces gutter swallowed up
and lost
I would get out to join,
check my pockets for the coin
To leave my seat would have a cost

*chorus*

The girl that's over one seat
she has fallen fast asleep
I wonder if I should wake her for her stop
Or is darkness of the mind
the only solace she can find
These are things
that make me lean towards Maybe Not.

Dealer knows the hand he's dealt
it's face value personal hell
could anyone just like you tell
the debt you owe yourself?

*chorus*

As we ease to the ave.
the only thoughts I try to have
is when their passes all expire
they'll have to pay
Such a price, such a price
a night like this is just so nice
For the sin making one last attempt to pray

Roll the dice, take no advice
I bet a bet, I'd bet my life
if anybody don't think twice
they never met a man like me
Maybe Vegas, someday Reno
Try your luck the next casino
I ain't got no kids to feed
so my check goes to the slots

Chorus:
* What I just stuck to old lady luck
in the back your mother's pickup truck
She wasn't such a lady to me
Get on the back seat and ride *

I wake up in parking lots
Tell ya I don't feel so hot
Now was there one thing I forgot,
my wallet or my keys?
Tell me how many times have I lost
to the cost and had a
girlfriend walking out on me
To lose or to gain or to feel just the same
for a menial or nominal fee

*chorus*

To lose or to gain or to feel just the same

*chorus*

Chorus:
* When I got pushed into a lake,
and I'd melt under the sun.
August was the one.
When Caity said it's too damn hot,
when Justin stripped down just for fun.
My favorite flavor was the one *

It was a hundred and one, windows down, summer sun.
In the city drinking boiled coke.
And all night, fireworks, lighters that wouldnt work
nothing worse than your old bad jokes
Ry crashed his car into a truck, an incident blamed on luck,
An incident I still blame on the Doors.
And in Matt's little shack, we'd hang out, we got back,
more familiar with the tiled floor.

*chorus*

You were ...
soft from the day I had you.
It's funny what life hands you,
and who commands your little army.
I was laying on my back,
and had no clue how to react.
Was it your intent to harm me?

Chorus:
* Soft and comfortable, just like home.
This pair of jeans, I call my own.
Never had another pair, so worn and well sewn.
This pair of jeans, I call my own. *

Each time we are apart,
the tolls greater on my art.
But not much weight is on my heart by much.
Stained out all up and down the thighs
beheld a glory to mine eyes
a price you could never overpay

Symmetry is battle scars
your zipper busted, went down hard
I'd die before i parted from you
Denim fades but never fails
I'd pit that against every sale
Quality like this never came for free

* He tells me if we keep on doig shit this way,
then we will all be blown six ways from Sunday. *

Ring, ring telephone,
pick it up, somebody's home.
Finally somebody's home
It's been a pretty funny summer
I've been missing to Joe Strummer,
he says that nuclear war's a drag, and

* He tells me if we keep on, doing it this way, then we will all get
blown six ways from sunday...yeah yeah yeah *

Red button by his desk,
I bet he'll push it if he's depressed.
Evaporate himself from this mess...
(Uh huh!)
"But daddy bought me straight through Yale",
he says as he starts getting pale,
and thinking maybe he should bail.

*He tells me if we keep on, doin' shit this way. Then we will all get
blown, six ways from sunday...yeah yeah yeah

You know, I think about the man.
I'm not as nervous as I can.
I got my family, girl and band.
One request before we burst,
should everything go bad to worse,
please take California first.

- All the power's cut,
the sound's loud enough to keep me up
keep me sitting up next to your frame
in repose.
Are you sleeping, who knows?
It's so hard to tell by the light
of the moon until soon your eyes move

- The hum of life in the house
comes down to the voice in the bed
when the power goes out.
Here it causes unrest
electricity it protects me in my empty nest

Chorus:
* When I'm alone the contrast is stark
All your features they glow in the dark
Empty corners they stay in my heart
with the streetlights to light them *

- When you're waking up
what shapes are your brains making up
Of the shadows from cars passin by on the street
And if you're not asleep
we could just lay here while rain beats the hell
out of windows and walls

- Safe, the place that I stay
the match that you struck throws off smoke as it
dances and fades
And if we cannot sleep
your company is the one thing
I will ask to keep

*chorus*

So it's you and me eating the ice cream
in this dark house we're melting

(if you don't know where you have to be you can stay here with me)
Trying to see by candlelight
Windows and walls incandescent and bright
Light in the dark, dark of the block
Numbers are blinking they say twelve o'clock

*chorus*

If we're still alright in a restored light
let's just turn them all out then

It's Friday night, the party's here
with Jesus in the house,
we're rock and roll apostles, man
we'regonna turn it out
Now everything is going fine with water into drinks,
but then in busts some trouble and he's
called the missing link

Chorus:
* (CAN I GET AN AMEN? OH YEAH!)
Can I get an amen?
Could I see some hands up?
I know somebody concurs,
won't somebody stand up? *

A caveman and a carpenter both stare each other down, An
argument breaks out about just how we got here now.
We climbed out of the swamps or
we're part of a bigger plan
The son of God moves first and knocks the drink
out of his hand

*chorus*

(I got the world on a rope
it's in the palm of my hand
I'll be there callin the shots
and makin' all the demands)

The missing link is swollen as
he hooks in once or twice
The hand of God is swollen and he's
tired of being nice
A fight like this here in the flesh
might be hard to concieve
Depending on who wins we're picking
just who to believe

*chorus*

The son has got a black eye
and our ancestor is sore
Now Darwin and the Bible they dont
matter anymore
They're nursing wounds and nursing wine
and look like they've agreed
they're gonna go roll on the guys
with smocks and tambourines

*chorus*

It's a hot hot day,
and the sun does shine.
When I go to the kitchen
do you know what I find?
There's nothing in there
that we don't got
I'm not complainin'
Know we've got a lot

Chorus:
* It's a choco taco,
Yeah I got my choco taco.
Got a choco taco and it makes me feel alright. *

It's a hot hot day,
Find it hard to speak
It's been like this every day,
every day this week.
I hear bells ringing,
Right down the street
I'm not complaining
I gotta move my feet

*chorus*

Gotta have my coffee,
drink it every day,
to make me feel the same
as i do today.
Gotta have my coffee

Drink my coffee in the morning,
Eat my Taco every night.
Drink my coffee in the morning, morning,
Makes me feel alright.