HUFF

Oh, when you drop the bass, anything that matters isn’t anything that matters no more

When you put on the face, you gotta tell the people that they gotta chop the pace and say

Excuse me, do you have enough? And then everybody’s gotta huff and puff and puff

And say oh.  Wanna go but not right now

 

So, when you drop the race, nothing really matters, and it’s nothing really matters no more

When you put on your shoes, you gotta rev it up and tread it up and walk the blues and say

Come on, do you have to change? Well, if anything is anything, it’s not the same

We’re gonna huff and puff, huff and puff, huff and puff, we’re gonna blow the whole thing down

 

You want more

More

More

More, yeah it’s what you’re looking for

 

Oh, when you drop the bass, anything that matters isn’t anything that matters no more

When you put on the face, you gotta tell the people that they gotta rock the space and say

Excuse me, while I pull out my stuff, and then everybody’s gotta huff and puff and huff

And say oh.  Wanna go but not right now

 

So, when you flop the ace, nothing really matters and it’s nothing really matter no more

When you put on your face, you gotta tell the people that they gotta chop the pace and say

Excuse me, have you had enough? And then everybody’s gotta huff and puff and puff

Huff and puff, huff and puff, huff and puff and

 

You want more

More

More

More, yeah, it’s what you’re looking for

 

LIKE A COCKROACH

Like a cockaroach, moving through the office building

In the town that dreaded sundown, like a cockaroach

Making all the pretty women screamin’

In the town that dreaded sundown, like a cockaroach

 

Like a cockaroach, in and out of toilets swimmin’

In the human waste and refuse, grinnin’, like a cockaroach

Crushed by the weight of souls,

El Sol, shoe soles, just like a cocka-cocka-cockaroach

 

Like a cockaroach, wigglin’ on the ceiling, dancin’

Watching people put their shoes and pants on

Crushed by the weight of the fold,

Fold, you fold, just like a cocka-cocka-cockaroach

 

Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of

Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of

Slippin’ out of, in and all around the toes

Slippin’ out and crossing over manifold

Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of

Slippin’ out and kissin’ all around the toes

 

Like a cockaroach, moving through the office building

In the town that dreaded sundown, like a cockaroach

Making all the pretty women screamin’

In the town that dreaded sundown, like a cockaroach

 

Like a cockaroach, in and out of toilets swimmin’

In the human waste and refuse, grinnin’, like a cockaroach

Crushed by the weight of souls,

El Sol, shoe soles, just like a cocka-cocka-cockaroach

 

Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of

Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of

Slippin’ out of, in and all around the toes

Slippin’ out and crossing over manifold

Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of

Slippin’ out and kissin’ all around the toes

 

WALTZ DEL DIABLO

I'm sliding on my back, and I'm reaping what I sow

Though I could tell you what you want to hear, i'll tell you what I know

About the times, they are a'changing, and they're only getting worse

Someday my ticket out of here's gonna be the coffin on the hearse

 

The devil's on my back and he ain't cutting me no slack,

Girl, I would do everything within my power,

But my power's on the verge of heart attack

 

So I slip into the cracks, sifting abandon into sleep

Tonight, I will attack its people while you thrill me in my dreams

I'll wake up wanting more, desire is such a filthy chore

But besides, your loving's as sweet as a muffin, baby, so I know I'll be begging to score

 

Your crotch cocaine is laced with the drug of my descent

And regardless of whenever you may call, at any rate, I promise supplement

So start your engines, rev it, tread it, I'll be waiting soon

For your leapord-print crimson panties to drop in my leapord-print crimson room

 

The devil's on my ass, and he's inserting the glass

Girl, I would do everything within my power,

But my power's not enough to make it last

 

Devil's in my head and he's making me dream red

Girl, I would do everything within my power,

But my power's drowning in a pool of what it's bled

 

And so I plan the sneak attack, the mental collapse of the state

We are the hearts, us full of crimes and bars, and the crimes are always full of pain

Your enemies are mine when your lips suckin’ up on my red wine

And your body's tawdry, dotty, so the cannon fodder calls me to eschew its amplifying

 

The devil’s on my back and he ain’t cutting me no slack

Girl, I would do everything within my power, but my power’s

On the verge of heart attack

 

The devil’s in my head, and he’s making me dream red

Girl, I would do everything within my power, but my power’s

Drowning in a pool of what it’s bled

 

Well, I'm sliding on my back, and I'm reaping what I sowin'

Though I could tell you what you want to hear, i'll tell you what im knowin'

About the times, they are a'changing, and they're only getting worse

Someday my ticket out of here's gonna be the coffin on the hearse

 

The devil's on my back and he ain't cutting me no slack,

Girl, I would do everything within my power,

But my power's on the verge of heart attack

 

The devil's in my head, and he's making me dream red

Girl, I would do everything within my power,

But my power's drowning in a pool of what it's bled

 

Devil's on my horse, steering me off course

Girl, I would do everything within my power,

But my power's not enough to bring remorse

 

Devil's on my chin, slowly spreading his ugly grin

Girl, I would do everything within my power,

But my power's already way too deep in

 

SEX LIES MURDER

The air was cold, and I was holding on to the

holiness of her chest, I confess, as far as the

rest goes I guess, in certain aspects of this mess,

you could say i'm always looking out for my best

when it came 'round time to be be exposed, my sights were nowhere to be found

certainly not on the ground, but then not quite to her eyes, oh what a

surprise I guess. i'll leave the rest to the imagination of the

best-dressed guesser familiar with the process of fornication

 

Her stare was cold, and I was hanging on to the

realization from this moment, so blessed that I wept,

over message that crept, over the nights that I slept,

and over the tears and the sweat and the guillotine’s hanging over my head

With the question left to be imposed, I was so slow to make a sound.

What goes around comes around, sometimes ends up in lost and found

but that'll be okay I guess, I'll just have to buck up and

be the bearer of the bad news - after all, someone's gotta tell the family, don’t they?

 

The case would fold, but I was going on, just to

see how many lacerations told the story of great breadth, of a heavy

heart on a heavy chest, of a heavy breast where it rests best

where the bare-boned denizens invited them into the thin water, hey, won't ya swim?

With my sins still left to be atoned, well, I was left frozen to the ground -

Geneva conventions beneath inventions with the sound of a sudden

halt in progress.  I won't be the last bastard to quote the axioms of a dead poet

to justify my actions even though I know that I done did wrong, didn’t I?

 

The air was cold, and I was holding on to the

holiness of her chest, I confess, as far as the

rest goes I guess, in certain aspects of this mess,

you could say i'm always looking out for my best

when it came 'round time to be be exposed, my sights were nowhere to be found

certainly not on the ground, but then not quite to her eyes, oh what a

surprise I guess. i'll leave the rest to the imagination of the

best-dressed guesser familiar with the process of reciprocation

 

SUCCOTASH

Pardon the confusion of this tepid stance

Obvious delusion coddled at a glance, coddled at a glance

I’m just like a lion, hiding in the grass

Waiting for the moment, jumping as you pass, ‘cause you’re my succotash

 

Breathless incantations followed by a glow

For the revelation, something apropos, something apropos

Fires on the mountain, thick figurative expanse

Consuming apparitions, baby, you’re my second chance, so I must take a chance

 

You’re nothing like the one I thought I know

It’s just a pity it’s not the thought I caught although, I know

There will be conclusions pointing to the one that you think I stole

Probably just lead me down the rabbit hole - it goes

Rapid degradation ’til we lose control, I fold

You me, and everyone, let’s go

 

I’m not undercover, I’m not even fast

Just a forlorn lover, rehashing the past, ‘cause you’re my succotash

Fostered aberration, deviation dance

Conquering the fable of my fad romance, so I must take a chance

 

Someone must take a chance

Oh my god oh my

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

 

FLAT ON YOUR BACK

Hello, ghost in the hallway, I'd like to stop and betray

The thoughts suppressing the submission to this cabaret

I wanted you to want me, even if just to shoot the breeze

You wanted me to suck up on the fat lips of apology

Want to get you flat on your back so you can see what I mean

Maybe then we'll talk about the possible profundity

Whose kiss reminisces of the bliss of the blistered abyss of this mister

'til then, I want you flat on your back

 

Hello, wraith in the walkway, I want to stop the decay

But the candles burning from both ends and you won't let it fray

I wanted you to feel me, maybe even to the beat

You touched in circles around conundrums to beguile me

Now I want you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back

I want you flat on your back, flat on your back, baby, baby

Wanna get you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back

Why aren’t you flat on your back?

 

Hello, shade in the crossway, I'm gonna rock on the fray

I'm gonna rev it up and wait for you to hop on valet

Upon the hips of the of the apocalypse lips of Calypso where King Crimson sits

Nasally drips sifting through the shifts of the insistence you're the shoe that fits

I want you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back

I want you flat on your back, flat on your back, lady, baby

wanna get you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back

I want you flat on your back

 

 

Hello, ghost in the hallway, I'd like to stop and betray

The thoughts suppressing the submission to this cabaret

Whose kiss reminisces of the bliss of the blistered abyss of this mister

'til then, I want you flat on your back

I want you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back

I want you flat on your back, flat on your back, lady, baby

wanna get you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back

I want you flat on your back

 

I TOLD YOU SO

Someone's always gonna come and fuck it up

Well, I know that song to and fro

Someone's always hovering above the muck,

Plunging what hope you could bestow

 

I don't care to disagree or respite facsimile

It's just so and it's a bottleneck of sentimental

Overflow, it's a goddamn fold

 

I don't care if you don't know

As long as I was aglow,

Then I'll let it go

 

But then someone's gonna come and knock it over, and

When they come, I hope you know

I told you so

 

Something's always up the cuff of lady luck

Buzzed and dangling from the fuzz below

Phasing from the dowry of the big, red rough

Condensation of a quid pro quo

 

[Pre-chorus]

I don't care if you believe a word that comes out of me

It's just I'm told that i'm a knock-it-over rock'n'roller

And I’m no stranger to blows

 

I don't care if you don't know

As long as it goes to show

That I let you go

 

Well, then, someone's gonna come and bowl me over

And when they come, I hope you know

You told me so

 

One day maybe it'll all blow over,

Until it comes, I hope you know

I told you so

 

Well, no one's gonna love you and you're on your own

And I know that i don't know,

But i told you so

 

No one's gonna show up to the funeral

And no one's gonna let you know

I told you so

 

TAKING CONTROL

Futile, insipid, mundane

Beelines for the profane

Won’t you liberate me

From this lecherous refrain?

 

Well, I just can’t pretend it’s not the way that I knock

Though cruel, it’s overshadowed by the way that I talk

And hostage to disorder, ready to break the fall

 

I’m taking, taking, taking control

I’m breaking, breaking, breaking control

I’m faking, faking, faking control

 

Acrid, insidious, arcane

Quelling riveting disdain

Hosed and contemplating

Ghosting lascivious sustain

 

Well, I’m about to come with everything that I got

To null the invitation to forget what I’m taught

Hostage to my borders, but ready to make the call

Hold me underwater

 

I’m taking, taking, taking control

I’m breaking, breaking, breaking control

I’m faking, faking, faking control

 

Well, I’ve been obstinate with every thing that I’ve crossed

Nefarious and riddled with the tenants I’ve lost

Hostage to an order, steady but reckless draw,

I’ll be underwater

 

I’m taking, taking, taking control

I’m breaking, breaking, breaking control

I’m faking, faking, faking control

 

GOING DOWN

It was almost as if some dull, lead, dud

Scuttled his way into the shelter of a storm

He mustered up enough supple, stuttered cut

For stamped and brazen, festered tuft

 

We’ll go on, off and on

 

Lovely, lazy, hazy, buttered shunt

For moppy, mazed and dazing shut

 

When you talk and walk away from me

 

We go down

We’ll go down

We go down, down, down

Until we get low

 

Feeling myself melt into the sheets

Of a silky, Sunday-morning smoky-eyed surprise

Your fettered dress and my broken canvas shoes

They carve the path to our name

 

We’ll get lost,  caught to blame

 

Well, you never told me nothing that amazed so much

As when you grabbed my arm and you screamed

 

Let’s just talk, let’s walk away from here

 

We’ll go down

We’ll go down

We’ll go down, down, down

Until we get low

 

She said "If you don't feel,

if you don't feel..."

She said "If you don't feel,

If you don't feel,

If you don't feel like making love...

Just go down”

 

She said "If you don't feel,

if you don't feel..."

She said "If you don't feel,

If you don't feel,

If you don't feel like making love...

Just go down...”

 

"...Or we’re going down"

We’ll go down

We’ll go down, down, down

Until we get low

 

We’ll go down

We’ll go down

We’ll go down, down, down

Until we get low