Studioli Music

I Never Cheated On You

I went out dancing with my wife
One of the great joys of our life
We do the Jitterbug Swing to the saxophone
Stop for a snack on our way home
Miniskirt waitress brought my pie
My eye crawled halfway up her thigh
Got smacked in the head with the back of a knife
Buddy you better pray for your life
‘cause you know I’m the jealous kind
So keep your mind offa’ her behind
Baby I am a stand-up guy
I had the ultimate reply

I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you I ain’t that dumb
But the night’s still young

Down at the beach a Georgia peach
In a red bikini was throwin’ heat
She had freckles and dimples and her booty shook
‘scuse me while I have a look
Honey I don’t want to start a fight
But I also got a God-given right
So what do you think of that muscle man
With the real cute smile and awesome tan
Got no opinion, ain’t my thing
I knew she was just throwing me a zing
I could tell by her evil grin
And the way she’s twirling her wedding ring

I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you I ain’t that dumb
But the night’s still young

She’s my sugar and he’s my honey
We tease each other ‘cause we think it’s funny
Everybody craves a little spice
But being married to you is awfully nice

I never cheated on her you ask me why
I never want to see my baby cry
‘Cause there’s some things you can’t do alone
Like the Jitterbug Swing to the saxophone

I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you I ain’t that dumb
But the night’s still young

I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you
No baby, I ain’t that dumb
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you
I never cheated on you I ain’t that dumb
Oh lookout… the night’s still young

Abaddon Rodeo

Last night I got indicted by the thought police
About a nineteenth century Crapper in the foyer
A terrible idea but I got released
By a twenty-first century Twitter finger lawyer

Smooth sailing
A fly flew by with a big wake trailing
He was headed for the Abaddon Rodeo

Salvador Dali liked to twist his ‘stash
Like a web-toed tongue-tied simulacrum
With three fish eyes and a barrel full of cash
They eat it up at Sotheby’s yum-yum-yum

Smooth sailing
You don’t need to succeed if you’re good at failing
We’re going to the Abaddon Rodeo

Do you think you should
Tell people they are evil when they’re basically good?
What the hell, might as well
As long as they are buying the stories you tell

Does a midlife crises make you walk like that
To the middle of the bar with your headlights shining
No one under forty even talks like that
I guess every black hole has got a silver lining

Smooth sailing
I took a three-chord skateboard nutter off the railing
At least I got a funny video

We went down to the pit with a big drill bit
Punching through the shield to the center of the earth
Now we’re spinning and grinning like a pig on a spit
Hey, future fossils with all your net worth

Do you think you should
Tell people who are evil that they’re basically good?
What the hell, might as well
It’s only your reflection in the bottom of the well

Smooth sailing
All the boys and girls were weeping’ and wailin’
Heating up the dance floor down below
With the cutest little Rockabilly girl I know
It’s getting hot at the Abaddon Rodeo

Man In Traction

I go around and round and round this stupid town
Stepping in the same puddle moving in the wrong direction
I’m found and lost and found and lost and found
A week ago I had soulmate
Now I got her cat and I’m cooking on a hot plate
It’s alright I just accept my fate
Head down to the club to find me a date

There’s always a handful of nurses at the bar
Blowing off a little steam after their shift
It’s right next to the hospital, they don’t even need a car
Me and the boys look alright
Goin’ down to the club try to pick a fight
I could use a fat lip or an allergic reaction
Any luck I might end up in traction

Goin’ down to the Sweet Spot lookin’ for a cheap shot
Find a redhead and take her for a twirl
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And a man in traction is gettin’ all the girls

I don’t need cool clothes
I need anesthesiology
A chick busted my nose
Called it reverse psychology
Barely made it out alive
Ears still ringing to the Bachman Turner Overdrive

Everywhere you look there’s firecrackers on the floor
And dancing little dipshits who made it in past the bouncer
If you show up handsome he’ll mess you up at the door
Me and the boys we look alright
Goin’ down to the club try to pick a fight
I could use a black eye to get some action
With any luck I might end up in traction

Goin’ down to the Sweet Spot lookin’ for a cheap shot
Find a redhead and take her for a twirl
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And a man in traction is gettin’ all the girls

The man in traction is gettin’ all the girls

Down at The Sweet Spot
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And the man in traction
Is buying everybody a beer

Both Of Me

There was a girl in the corner, she looked confused
I was in the other corner looking at the news
She was peeling her fruit from both ends
One eye lookin’ at me
Hey you in the suit could we just be friends
Because I like what I think I see
When I agreed to date him
I might’a thought he had a PHD
But she found out later when she noticed my boots
I’m a man with a split personality

Got a half-ton pick-up in my front yard
And a Beemer in my garage
Might be workin’ in the back like a lumberjack
Or baking up a quiche au fromage
I might not always be the man you think you see
But I foresee you falling in love with both of me

She and I were discussing the relative merits
Of contemporary sculpture compared to the primitives
Sippin’ our Cognac and rolling our eyeballs
When I got a hankerin’ to shoot some nine-ball
Playing five-ten-twenty ‘till the money’s all gone
Then we slip into the underground and dance until dawn
Sun comes up we’re eating Crêpe Suzettes and
Rolling up our funny hand made cigarettes

Got a half-ton pick-up in my front yard
Got a Tesla in my garage
I might be flippin’ flapjacks like a maniac
Or giving you a little toe massage
I might not always be the man you think you see
But I guarantee you all my love
From both of me

That sounds just about right
So where you gonna take me to tonight?

I’ll take you to the opera, hell I’ll take you to Venice
I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go
Just take me back to the hotel honey
Let’s have a horizontal rodeo
I got down on one knee beggin’ please please
Won’t you make an honest man out of me?
I will and I won’t and here’s something you should know
About the other side of little ol’ me

Some days I look exactly like Cleopatra
Other days I just don’t care
I might be walking ‘round the house in a facial mask
Wearing your underwear
I might not always be the woman you want to see
But I guarantee you all of my love from both of me
I guarantee you all of my love from both of me

Catfish Road

Gonna use my final hour
To see if I can reconcile
Searching for a higher power
Might start looking for a holy sign
Praying to god
Saving my soul saying
Lord I been working overtime

Got no other mouths to feed
If you choose to take me now
I’ll never get to grow my seed
And play my part
I can’t afford to leave
I know I’m alone but
Christ I just can’t believe

You’d kill me right here
Please let me stay another year
I’m leaving the city for good this time
Gonna follow the wind
I’ll follow my heart
Find out what kind of shape I’m in

I’m tired of the madness
Tired of this town
Let me take you up to Canada
Show you around
We’ll go walking out on Catfish Road

Whistling a working song
Maybe we could lighten our load
It shouldn’t take too long
Forget about this place
Why go searching for the truth
When it’s been staring you back in the face

I’m tired of the madness
Tired of this town
Let me take you up to Canada
Show you around
We’ll go walking out on Catfish Road

Whistling a working song
Maybe we could lighten our load
It shouldn’t take too long
Forget about this place
Why go searching for the truth
When it’s been staring you right back in the face

The Painful End

Everybody has a painful end
Everybody has a painful end
It doesn’t matter how you go
Quick by the guillotine or bleeding
Everybody has a painful end

In my life I’ve crunched cockroaches
In my life I’ve killed ants with masking tape
In my life I’ve shot birds
In my life I have broken the backs of mice
Everybody has a painful end

I’ve hit fish in the brain with the back of a knife
Sent lobsters screaming for their life
I eat my share of meat
Even cut the head off of a chicken once

Everybody has a painful end
Everybody has a painful end
It doesn’t matter how you go
Like a fox in a foxhunt or a man in a foxhole
Everybody has a painful end

I knew a I guy who died in a car crash
Another guy who burned to death
I knew a guy who inhaled some butane
Froze his lungs, couldn’t catch his breath
I knew a guy who had a heart attack
Crawled through the snow
But he couldn’t get back to the house
I knew a guy who shot himself
He couldn’t figure out what everybody else figured out

Everybody has a painful end
Everybody has a painful end
It doesn’t matter how you go
In a barrel flash or crying and pleading
Everybody has a painful end

Take Your Life Seriously

Thing about the Great Wall
Once you seen a piece of it you’ve seen it all.
Seriously
You can build a big stone boat
Cover it with the sex organs of plants and call it a float
Or you could take your own life seriously

You might want to call your kids Flotsam and Jetsam
Maybe you aspire to be the world’s biggest slob
Maybe you’re a go-getter, better go out and get some
Get a wife and have a dog named Bob

But you’ve got no time for fun
Gotta cover your tracks and load your gun
Take your own life seriously

At the beach or at the mall
You could rake the sand or you could sweep the hall
You might want to take your schoolwork seriously
Work your fingers to the bone
So you can listen to Ozzy Osborne on your crummy little headphones
You might want to take your own life seriously

You ought to play basketball in South Carolina
Maybe you could study those little moon rocks
Or sell a bell for every bicycle in China
Bring your money back home and play the stocks

Like a bird who cannot fly
Just pick a funny name and learn how to jump real high
Why don’t you take your own life seriously?

Drop a clock to the bottom of the sea
Put one on the moon and give a third one to me
I will discredit your logic permanently
I can prove that chaos is rational
I can prove anarchy is divine
I can prove that a single object
Can really be in two places at one time

When I’m dead and I’m gone
Some will call me right and some will call me blond
But all will agree I took my own life seriously
Thing about the Great Wall
Once you’ve seen a piece of it you’ve seen it all!
And you can take your own life seriously

DoubleSleep

I was asleep, I had a dream
In my dream I was asleep inside another dream
I dreamed it was a peaceful world
I was sharing my life with a beautiful girl
Then I woke up into my original dream
Where life is cold and short, I was alone it seemed
At 6am when my alarm clock beeps
I’m gonna hit the snooze button twice
Go back to double sleep
Go right back to double sleep

I was walking through a forest green
With spicy little mushrooms and animals I’d never seen
Flaming waterfalls and pretty birds
I was writing this song
Without using real words
I made up my own language

My rapid eye movement has been corrupted
Ring ring the telephone the silence interrupted
I hate your guts man, you got the wrong number
Hanging up on you go right back to my double slumber

I’m wide awake now inside my dream
Eating my own fingers and swallowing my primal scream
Livin’ my life inside a hotel room
With a polka-dot pony drinking water from the craters on the moon
Drinkin’ water from the craters…

Me and my baby were driving up the coast when
Ding-dong the doorbell I guess it is the postman
I’m getting angry now, I’ve had my fill
I hope you are bringing me a brand new feather pillow

I was asleep, I had a dream
In my dream I was asleep inside another dream
I dreamed it was a peaceful world
I was sharing my life with a beautiful girl
Then I woke up into my original dream
Where life is cold and short, I was alone it seemed
At 6am when my alarm clock beeps
I’m gonna hit the snooze button twice
Go back to double sleep
Going back to double sleep

More Push Than Pull

You got no manners, got no sense
Got no good excuse for your ignorance
You got no honey ’cause you want a slave
Got no money ’cause you refuse to save

You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull

Got no friends ’cause you’re not nice
Everything you think you know you learned by doing twice
Want something for nothing so you roll the dice
But you crap out every time and refuse to pay the price

Got no voice I think you missed the boat
Got no choice and you don’t even vote
You tell me you’ve got pull, you tell me you’ve got influence
It’s just a bunch of bull, just a bad coincidence

You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull

You drive a great big car, makes you feel like a man
Don’t go very far just as fast as you can
You got no respect for anyone you meet
You point out all their defects, you think that you can beat them
At their own game, make them taste humiliation
Gonna make them feel your pain when you take out your frustration
You wanna push ‘til they give up
Gonna push ‘til they submit
Push ‘til we cry uncle
Gonna push us down and make us feel like shit because

You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull
You got more push than pull

Blue Camaro

Barstool encounter with an old school chum
Who is the prettiest girl you see?
Over there serving beer to a bum
Lately she’s been coming to me
In my dreams

Black lips
Red bolero
White lies in my
Blue Camaro

Hey we got a problem here?
Too much flirting with other guys
Ignoring me for the past few years
Just part of her cruel disguise

I am in love with your dream
Suffer and wait downstream

It was a lightning strike
Little toe turned indigo
Shakin’ all the way down the pike
Oh my little sparrow

Started when she was nice to me
Tried to say but she said zero
Postcards laced with hyperbole
From the parking lot anti-hero

I am in love with your dream
Get ready for the trouble team

Chummy scared about the dream we shared
Tried to go but I say no no
Don’t drive man you seem impaired
Get in the back of my blue Camaro

I am in love with your dream

Left it on a sandbar
Somewhere in Ontario
Double scar in a muscle car
Admissible bones and marrow

Wrong Star

Girl got nice boots
Sparkle-stripe pant suit
Working at a photo-shoot
Kinda freaky

Dude got a nice car
Dresses like a drug czar
Plays a lot of air guitar
Kinda creepy

She followed the wrong star
Doesn’t understand
What she’s doing in Marina Del Mar
With this kind of man

He came out of Fargo
Had a local TV show
Went as far as he could go
But never said it

Met her at a screen test
A back room in Key West
She was always second best
Didn’t get it

He followed the wrong star
Not what he planned
Laying low in Marina Del Mar
With his head in the sand

Someday we’ll hit LA
Take that town by storm
Until then we’ll be OK
Staying loaded and warm

His fantasy diorama
A trouble-free sugar mama
Smoking in his pajamas
With a pistol

She’s a little bi-polar
Thought she had a high-roller
Both of them lost their molars
From the Crystal

They followed the wrong star
Not what they planned
Dry dreams in Marina Del Mar
Crinkled and tanned

They followed the wrong star
Not what they planned
Burning out in Marina Del Mar
Hand in hand

When Is Now

You swore one day you would kiss me
And we would trade our vows
If not now, when will you love me baby?
… when is now

We fell in love, I was the luckiest boy alive
I think we were five
Sharing our Twinkies and laughter
Pretending forever after

At thirteen we messed around behind the record store
Fumbling and kissing and a little bit more
It was the best year of my life
You said one day you would be my wife

You swore one day you would kiss me
And we would trade our vows
If not now, when will you love me?
Please tell me when is now

We still liked each other in high school
But you had a boyfriend your girlfriends thought was cool
I told you on the sly I was just having fun
The twinkle in your eye told me
I was still your truly only one

My first husband was a total jerk
I’d call you up to complain
About the drinking and fighting
Until one day thank God I left
You know there’s only one guy for you
Do you remember my name?
But I’m getting tired of holding my breath

So now we’re grown and the birds have all flown
We live a block apart but we’re both alone
What are you waiting for, some proof?
How about if I shout it from my roof

You swore one day you would kiss me
And we would trade our vows
If not now, when will you love me?
Please tell me that when is now
I heard you holler back

Today’s the day I will kiss you
And we will trade our vows
You know I have always loved you honey
‘When’ is now
Come on down because when is now

45 Revolutions

I Skipped the church dance, it was a real bore
Stayed home and listened to the cold war
Opened my eyes on the eve of destruction
Fear made clear by magnetic induction

It was a revolution
A global manifesto with local distribution
Fuzzbox needle drop, you could spin it
At 45 revolutions every minute

Some went to Vietnam some went to Ontario
The nasty old world kept coming through my stereo
’til millions of students said enough is enough
After four in Ohio fell dead in a puff

They were talking about a revolution
The National Guard delivered execution
We screamed about it, Neil could sing it
At 45 revolutions every minute

Lola walked in all the boys took the bait
One small step in march against hate
Queen struck a chord and kicked down the gate
The people of the village didn’t hesitate

They started dancing, it was a revolution
All the boys and girls could make their own solutions
And everyday people started to win it
At 45 revolutions every minute

Imagine a peace chant from a bed in Montreal
That touched Solidarity and Vaclav Havel
I’m pretty sure John Lennon undermined the Berlin wall
Long before the cowboy took credit for the fall

He was talking about a revolution
That would save your soul from material pollution
Put a dream under needle and start to spin it
At 45 revolutions every minute

It was a revolution
A dollar at the record shop was my contribution
Fuzzbox needle drop, you could spin it
At 45 revolutions every minute

New Clear Vision

We’ve got a new clear vision of the people we are killin’
From the color television of the blood we are spillin’
Got video reactionaries shooting the reactors
Heavy water factories and lots of other factors
Like the Russians on the border with another tank division
And we all stand waitin’ for a new clear vision

I see a little boy in Birmingham chewing on mutton
His daddy’s in the air force with his finger on the button
We got fallout shelters with provisions for the masses
Elected politicians sittin’ on their asses
While the socialists, communists, terrorists, and fascists
Keep on talkin’ faster they are manifesto masters

The blast is faster
Words are cool but the blast is faster

Freelance agents sell plutonium to Pakistan
Let’s take a trip to Harrisburg and get a bitter suntan
Learn your eyes open, maybe then you’ll see
Nuclear heaven is your final destiny
‘cause they’re negotiating cruisers and back-fire bombers
You don’t have to be a genius to know you’re a goner
There’s a new bomb neutron particle collision
And we all stand waitin’ for a new clear vision

The blast is faster
Words are cool but the blast is faster

Fight War

I’m not mad and I’m not mean
But look at all these human beings
Splattered on my TV screen
I got to fight war

I’ve got a girl who understands
We got a lot of future plans
Like a baby in each of my hands
I got to fight war

What are you asking me for?
I don’t know the first thing

They say the Left ain’t really strong
They say the Right is really wrong
Send them all back to Vietnam
And let ’em fight war

Give me a bong and Playstation
Some dirty Japanese animation
Hell yeah… I can build you a nation
Let me fight war

What are you asking me for?
I don’t know the real thing
But every time I hear that sound
I know I’ll end up underground

Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war!

It’s a first person shooter game
And you’re allowed to kill and maim
In real life it’s just a shame
We gotta fight war

We ought to fight A-I-D-S
Save a couple of trees I guess
And if you want to be free then yes
You got to fight war

I’m not mad and I’m not mean
Just another human being
Dying on your TV screen
What the fuck… I was just nineteen

Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war!
What are you asking me for?
I don’t know the real thing
But every time I hear that sound
I know I’ll end up underground

Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war! Fight war!

Dissolve In The Rain

Sat on a bee when I sat on a swing
Gave me a big sting right on my little ding-a-ling
Oh man I screamed and I cried
Mama said “you’ll live” but the bee died

I’m sure that he would rather be alive
But he lived for this moment, defending the hive

That bee has got to get back into the earth
So he can see what he’s really truly worth
Look around you boy, you’re surrounded by the universe

Mom was a hippie

My buddy Dale went fishin’ alone
His wife called me at midnight when he didn’t come home
He is presumed to have drowned
No earthly trace of Dale was ever found

At his service everybody was glum
Talking ‘bout the great things he never actually done

All the dreams he ever hoped to see
All the beings he ever hoped to be
Dissolved in the rain as it carried him home to the sea

And that’s poetic enough for me

I want to live for a thousand years
Don’t want no flowers growin’ out of my ears
But we all know we all go
Some people think it’s a great big show
Though I don’t believe in paradise or purgatory
I believe in something and that’s good enough for me

Dry your tears ‘cause there ain’t no need to cry
Release your sorrow and free your soul to fly
There’s no tomorrow and you won’t even care when you die

What we need is to get back into the earth
So we can see what we’re really truly worth
I’ll stand naked surrounded by the universe

All the dreams that I ever hoped to see
All the beings I ever hoped to be
Dissolve in the rain as it carries me home to the sea

Dissolve in the rain as it carries me home to the sea

Weeping Dry

You and I had a love for the ages
I can’t believe we let it slip away in stages
Another argument
A few more words to resent

Dramatic scenes and all your phony shrieking passion
Placing liens on little bits of love you rationed
I’ve had it up to here
I will be really clear
This time goodbye is really here

You didn’t try to block the door when I said that I would leave you
You’re weeping dry and anymore I guess I don’t believe you
Do you want me back?
Is it just an act?
Because every time I see you cry
You’re weeping dry

You pretend like you’ve already flushed your feelings
But you tell your friends that I left you crushed and reeling
It’s not reality
You’re not on TV

You’re just sitting in your pink and pearl castle
Writing on your blog that I am such a total asshole
I’m gonna let it slide
Venom misapplied
I knew our love had really died

You didn’t try to block the door when I said that I would leave you
You’re weeping dry and anymore I guess I don’t believe you
Say you want me back
I think it’s just an act
Because every time I see you cry
You’re weeping dry

The first time I tried to leave you threw yourself in front of me
Pounded on my chest to stay
Next time was a comedy you tried to block the door but we
Wound up making love all day

We took a trip out to the vineyards there are two things I remember
One was fighting over paper towels
The other was the sweetest walk into the midnight woods
Hooting at all the owls

Love is surely quizzical, I don’t pretend to understand it
Part mental and part physical I’ve really got to hand it to you
You broke the rules
Then you played it cool

I went to get my things and that’s when it really hit me
Half the shirts in there didn’t even fit me
You had another guy
Hung me out to dry
Now there’ll be no more wondering why

You didn’t try to block the door when I said that I would leave you
There’s something in my eye and I just can’t believe you
Don’t want me back
It was all an act
Now it’s my turn to cry
Until I’m dry
Weeping dry

We've Got A Beautiful Love

You could be a sinner
Keep getting thinner
Went swimming after dinner
And sank like a beginner
Don’t care what the neighbors saw
They didn’t have to call the law
We were playing quick draw
Pulled a chord from my jaw

You can feed the alligator
Just don’t make me sadder later

If I lose your beautiful love I’ll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I’ll simply lose my mind

From the day I knelt
We have had a mind melt
Played the cards that we were dealt
A life without a seatbelt
Smoke until our lungs are black
Calling in the medevac
Popped all the bubble-wrap
I knew this was a booby-trap

I’m on needles and pins
Somebody cue the violins because

If I lose your beautiful love I’ll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I’ll simply lose my mind

We’ve got a beautiful love yeah
We’ve got a beautiful love yeah

No pink bouquet romantic cliche
But yeah – we’ve got a beautiful love
No church bell ringing no bluebird singing
But yeah – we’ve got a beautiful love
Singing in the nightclub swinging in a hot tub
Hey – we’ve got a beautiful love
Now I’m taking you home to our furry little pleasure dome

Back in New Amsterdam
We didn’t even give a crap
Never really had a plan
Bigger than a subway map
Now you’re getting shampooed
Wearing those paper shoes
I can’t even transfuse
Because of bad tattoos

We had an understanding
Neither one of us would be the last one standing

If I lose your beautiful love I’ll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I’ll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I’ll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I’ll simply lose my mind

We’ve got a beautiful love yeah
We’ve got a beautiful love
We’ve got a beautiful love
We’ve got a beautiful love
We’ve got a beautiful love
We’ve got a beautiful love

Time To Forget

It’s time
To forget
That old clock upon the wall
It’ll get you yet
You don’t need to fight
Because the war’s been won
But you feel the pain
And you don’t know where it’s coming from

Everything that’s growing
Starts from a seed
Every desire
Starts with a need
Gotta keep on changing
Until your love is free

When we were children
We were playing games
See the pieces moving
But the whole thing seems strange
You feel the eyes upon you
As the crowd calls out your name
And you feel the guilt
But you don’t accept the blame

‘cause you know what they told you
What they want you to be
The world that they showed you
Is just the world that they see
Gotta keep on changing
Until your love is free

Cat School

My baby wants to go to cat school
I guess she’s gonna get her way
My baby digs those cool cool cats
Down Greenwich Village way
I spent a lot of money, bought her fancy clothes
But when I try to kiss her she wrinkles up her nose
My baby really digs the cat school cat school cats
Cool cats cool cats

We’re living up here in the Catskills
I guess our life is pretty slow
She reads her magazines and she fixes up her hair
But there’s really no place to go
I though I was in heaven – she thought I was a real “L7”
Guess I shouldn’t complain
Baby really digs the cat school cat school cats
Cool cats cool cats

I like to hang with my own kind of people
I’ve always been that way
She wants to go out and see the world
Guess I shouldn’t complain

Baby really digs the cat school
I think she’s gonna get her way
My baby digs those cool cool cats
Down Greenwich Village way
I spent a lot of money and bought her fancy clothes
But when I try to kiss her she wrinkles up her nose
My baby really digs the cat school cat school cats
Cool cats cool cats

My baby digs the cat school cat school cats
Cool cats cool cats

New Clear Vision

We got a new clear vision of the people we are killin’
From the color television of the blood we are spillin’
Got video reactionaries shooting the reactors
Heavy water factories and lots of other factors
Like the Russians on the border with another tank division
And we all stand waitin’ for a new clear vision

I see a little boy in Birmingham chewing on mutton
His daddy’s in the air force with his finger on the button
We got fallout shelters with provisions for the masses
Elected politicians sittin’ on their asses
While the socialists, communists, terrorists, and fascists
Keep on talkin’ faster they are manifesto masters

The blast is faster
Words are cool but the blast is faster

Freelance agents sell plutonium to Pakistan
Let’s take a trip to Harrisburg and get a bitter suntan
Learn your eyes open, maybe then you’ll see
Nuclear heaven is your final destiny
‘cause they’re negotiating cruisers and back-fire bombers
You don’t have to be a genius to know you’re a goner
There’s a new bomb neutron particle collision
And we all stand waitin’ for a new clear vision

The blast is faster
Words are cool but the blast is faster

Park Avenue Toll Booth

I’m sitting on top of 54th Street
Taking in the Seagrams
Up where every window stares right back at you
Mies van der Rohe I hope you go to hell
Although I must admit it’s quite a view

I’ll take a double dry martini
Drink to my lost youth
Gotta lie my way out of this Park Avenue toll booth
You pay to get in and you pay to get out
Might be a sin but there ain’t no doubt in my mind
I’ve got this sinking feeling
It’s what I call my point of view

I live at the Waldorf Astoria in my expense account pajamas
Room service has my future all arranged
Bring me a bottle of the house euphoria and charge it to my name
They collect the bills but I never see any change

Don’t wait up for me tonight
I’m gonna take that midnight flight
I think I may, I think I might
Just don’t wait up for me
Don’t wait up for for me

The taxi cabs cruise up and down the Avenue
Like a yellow revolving door
And the helicopters never even touch the ground
I’m sitting on top of 54th Street

Taking in the view
I guess I always knew it’s a long way down
But you get madder and madder as you climb up the ladder
And the air starts getting thin

Nobody ever admits what everybody knows
You’ can’t get to the top because the elevator stops
When it reaches the 65th floor
And that gold watch says it’s time for you to go

Get a double dry martini and take it up to the roof
Gotta fly my way out of this Park Avenue toll booth
You pay to get in and you pay to get out
I know it’s a sin but there ain’t no doubt in my mind
I’ve got this sinking feeling
It’s what I call my point of view