Everything Right is Wrong Again
Just like in the Long Long Trailer
All the dishes got broken
The car kept drivin'
And nobody would stop to save her
Wake me when it's over
Touch my face
Tell me every word has been erased
Don't you want to know the reason
Why the cupboard's not appealing
Don't you get the feeling that
Everything right is wrong again
You're a weasel overcome with dinge
Weasel overcome
But not before the damage done
The healin' doesn't stop the feeling
And now the song is over now
Everything right is wrong again
Every movement false
Every four is waltz again
Every five and dime's be gained and spent
Tell me that you like my float upstream
Draw the line dividing laugh and scream
You know everything that I kow so I know
You've heard the voice that makes the silent noise
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As your body floats down Third Street
With the burn-smell factory closing up
Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize
All the things you've said before
It was not not not so great
And as you take a bath in that beaten path
There's a pounding at the door
It's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity
He says "The good old days never say good-bye
If you keep this in your mind:
You need some lov-lov-lovin' arms"
And as you fall from grace, the only words you say are:
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Ads up in the subway are the work of someone
Trying to please their boss
And though the guy's a pig we all know what he wants
Is just to please somebody else
If the pup-pup-puppet head
Was only bust-bust-busted in
It would be a better thing for everyone involved
And we wouldn't have to cry
Put your hand inside the puppet head
Memo to myself:
Do the dumb things I gotta do
Touch the puppet head
Quit my job down at the carwash
Didn't have to write no one a goodbye note
That reads: "The check's in the mail, and
I'll see you in church,
And don't you ever change"
If the pup-pup-puppet head
Was only bust-bust-busted in
I'll see you after school
Put your hand inside the puppet head
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There's only 2 songs in me
And I just wrote the third
Don't know where I got the inspiration
Or how I wrote the words
Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
For the 2 songs in me and the third one I just made
A rich man once told me
"Hey, life's a funny thing"
A poor man once told me
That he can't afford to speak
Now I'm in the middle like a bird without a beak 'cause
There's just 2 songs in me
And I just wrote the third
Don't know where I got the inspiration
Or how I wrote the words
Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
For the 2 songs in me and the third one I just made
I went to see the president
And I asked ol' what's-his-name
Has he ever gotten writer's block
Or something like the same
He just started talking
Like he was on TV
"If there's just two songs in ya, boy
Whaddaya want from me?"
So I bought myself some denim pants
And a silver guitar
But I politely told the ladies
"You'll still have to call me Sir
Because I have to keep my self-respect
I'll never be a star
Since there's just two songs in me
And this is Number Three"
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Don't let's start
This is the worst part
Could believe for all the world
That you're my precious little girl
But don't don't don't let's start
I've got a weak heart
And I don't get around how you get around
When you are alone
You are the cat
You are the phone
You are an animal
And the words I'm singing now
Mean nothing more than meow
To an animal
So wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account
But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound
D, world destruction
Over an Overture
N, do I really need
Apostrophe T, need this torture?
CHORUS
No one in this world every gets what they want and that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa
D, world destruction
Over an Overture
N, do I need
Apostrophe T, need this torture
CHORUS
I don't want to live in this world anymore
I don't want to live in this world
CHORUS
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CHORUS
Hide away, folk family
Or else someone's gonna get ya
Hide away, folk family
Better hide away
Better hide away
Tippy-toe to the front door, Mother
'Cause there's a guy with a long, long fuse
And the one thing you can't hide
Is all the fear you feel inside
And the fuse is spelling out these words:
CHORUS
Tippy-toe to the flat bed, Father,
'Cause they're pouring out our gasoline
And sadly the cross-eyed bear's been put to sleep behind the stairs
And his shoes are laced with irony
CHORUS
Hello, this is Lesley Downs, with the daily home astrology report
Taurus, Comtemplate domestic turmoil
Aquarius, abandon hope for future plans
CHORUS
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32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn't want to dry
32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky
32 feathers in my brand new Indian headdress
32 new moons shining in 32 skies
What's the reason, why'd she go
Where's my baby, I don't know
32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps
Bing bang bingalong, cing cang cingalong, ding dang dingalong day...
Fing fang fingalong, ging gang gingalong, hing hang hingalong hay...
Jing jang jingalong, king kang kingalong, ling lang lingalong lay...
Ming mang mingalong, ning nang ningalong, ping pang pingalong pay...
What's the reason, why'd she go
Where's my baby, I don't know
32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps
32 lies my ears never saw as the floorboards gave way
32 walls come tumbling down and the night turns to day
32 infantrymen running in place
32 boxcars, all of them have your face
What's the reason, why'd she leave?
Don't you know we're on the eve of
32 footsteps, counted them myself, 32 footsteps
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In the mornin' sun 'round seven o'clock
The parking lot fills around Toys-R-Us
And my little girl, she will get away
Ride her bike down Toddler Hiway
Take your Close 'n' Play
Toddler Hiway
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Rabid child stays at home, talks on a CB
Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid
Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day
"Hammer down" and "Rabbit ears" are the only words they know
If you pass the rabid child, say "hammer down" for me
The rabid child
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All the people are so happy now, their heads are cavin' in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton
Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in
A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
Some people call them snake eyes, but to me they look like mice
And nothing's smelling like a rose
But I don't care if no one's coming up for air
I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever any more.
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She's got her ear to the walls
And she's tappin' the calls
If you've got a secret, boy
CHORUS:
Forget about it
'Cause she's a
Hotel Detective
A little
Hotel Detective
Hotel Detective
Why don't you
Check her out
Well, the bellhop is funky
The dumbwaiter's a monkey
If there's a knock at the door, boy
CHORUS
She says she likes my face
She says she owns the place
CHORUS
Come on and swing with me
From the top of a tree
And make me feel like a bee
That's where I want to know you
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I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm
But everyone was acting normal
So I tried to look nonchalant
We both said, "I really love you,"
The Shriners loaned us cars
We raced up and down the block
Twenty thousand million times
CHORUS:
Why did they send her,
Over anyone else?
How should I react? These things
Happen to other people
They don't happen at all in fact
When you're following an angel
Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel,
Calling you the nicest things
I heard they have a space program
When they sing you can't hear
There's no air
Sometimes I think I kind of like that
Other times I think I'm already there.
Gonna ask for my admission
Gonna speak to the man in charge
The secretary says he's on another line
Can I hold for a long, long time?
I found out she's an angel
I don't think she knows I know
I'm worried that something might happen to me
If anyone ever finds out
CHORUS
Why did they send her,
Over anyone else?
How should I react? These things
Happen to other people
They don't happen at all in fact
When you're following an angel
Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel,
Calling you the nicest things
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Youth culture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair
And his suicide can be justified
By the tastemakers, how they cried and cried
Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs
Never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the night lights and my dog's life
Aren't exactly one and the same
Youth culture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair
And the judgement made
In the city of hate
Just broke his spirit so
Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs
Never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the hiphop and the white funk
Just blew awaymy puppy's mind
I don't understand what you did to my dog
I don't understand what you did to my dog
Youth culture killed my dog
And I don't think it's fair
And his suicide can be justified
By the tastemakers, how they cried and cried
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I took my boat for a car
I took that car for a ride
I was trying to get somewhere
But now I'm following the traces of your fingernails
That run along the windshield of the boat of car
Traces of your fingernails that run along the windshield
On the boat of car
On the boat of car
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I was born in a lighthouse
My mother was the sea
I crawled to school each morning
When it occured to me
That life's just a mood ring
We're not allowed to see
And this is what it said to me
CHORUS:
My room is comfortably small
With rubber lining the walls
And there's someone always calling my name
He calls when I'm alone
And he calls when I'm not home
And he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain
I'm insane
I'm insane
Now listen all you swingers
Don't try to tag along
I know monkey see,
But monkey's dead
For you it would be wrong
Put a dime in my jukebox
You'll only hear this song
And it won't be fun for long
CHORUS
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What's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face
There I go, but for my face
All I know could be defaced
By the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face
I don't know where he lives
Or if he knows to sail
Or if little schemes like this one
Ever cross his trail
But I don't believe he's dreaming
Or if he cares to know
So I shudder in my lampshade
So, what's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face
There I go, but for my face
All I know could be defaced
By the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face
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Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry
But we're doomed and we're drowned
By this feeling that surrounds
So I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt
That I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Clear off the kitchen table darling
For on the kitchen table I must lie
I'm just tired for my wife
Served the banquet of my life
And I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt
That I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
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This is for all you modern-day troubadours
I think I know who you are
I got to get a job
Got to get some pay
My son's gotta go to art school
He's leaving in three days
And the TV's in Esperanto
You know that that's a bitch
But alienation's for the rich
And I'm feeling poorer every day
Well, I ain't feeling happy
About the state of things in my life
But I'm working to make it better
With a six of Miller High Life
Just drinking and a-drivin'
Making sure my dues get paid
Because alienation's for the rich
And I'm feeling poorer every day
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The day Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married
The trees all waved their giant arms
And happiness bled from every streetcorner
And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows
The day Marvin Gaye and Phil Ochs got married
The trees all waved their giant arms
And happiness bled from every streetcorner
And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows
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In a world we call our home
There's lots of room to roam
Plenty of time to turn mistakes into rhyme
There's a place for those who love their poetry
It's just across from the sign that says "Pros only"
So if you like a bank with a chick singer
Say your cup of tea is a wall of trombones
If you dig Menudo, or MDC
We salute you the way we know
For every one with dollar signs in his eyes
There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of
Rhythm section want ad
No others need apply to the
Rhythm section want ad
I'll tell you why
Hats of to the new age hairstyle made of bones
Hats off to the use of hats as megaphones
Speak softly, drive a Sherman tank
Laugh hard, it's a long way to the bank
For everyone with dollar signs in their eyes
There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of
Rhythm section want ad
No others need apply to the
Rhythm section want ad
I'll tell you why
Do you sing like Olive Oyl on purpose
You guys must be into the Eurythmics
For everyone with dollar signs in their eyes
There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of
Rhythm section want ad
No others need apply to the
Rhythm section want ad
And here's the reason why
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