HICKEY IS ABOUT LONG HAIR AND GETTIN HIGH

REVOLUTION $19.95
BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN
LOST LI’L SHEEP
CREPE PAPER HEARTS
THE NAKED CULT OF HICKEY
EVERYONE’S A WHORE
LAST NITE ON THE PLANET
MAKE SURE THERE AREN’T ANY SQUARES AT MY FUNERAL
EL FAROLITO
EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT SEX I LEARNED FROM KISS
WAITING FOR THE SWELLING TO GO DOWN
THE KITTENS WILL HAVE THEIR SAY
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
HAVANA HARD TIME
GAlA
COOL KIDS ATTACKED BY FLYING MONKEYS
HEY CUTIE PIE
REVENGE OF THE MOLE PEOPLE
NEW ANTHEM FOR AMERICA’S DISENFRANCHISED
THE ONLY LESBIAN IN TULSA, OK.
THE PRETTIEST JUNKIE IN TOWN

 

REVOLUTION $19.95
wake up late in the afternoon in a closet with a view,
walk down streets that weren’t paved for you,
where do they lead to?
and how could you ever get there
in those shitty sneakers that you wear
to protect you from your fears?
and sooner or later you realize
that your piece of the pie
is just the crumbs that’s left behind
from some fat motherfucker’s slice,
who is dumb enough to expect you to be grateful
to be the one to clean off his table
and you’re hungry all the time,
so spare change for hair dye!
fence food stamps off for wine!
stay up all night, and hope the morning light will never shine,
but it always does, and it’s always the same,
the bosses, billboards, buses, and all the super structures,
traffic jams full of dumb motherfuckers,
and i offer a simple solution,
for a $20 contribution i’ll sell you a revolution

BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN
she said, “bad things will happen eventually. i just hope they don’t happen to me.
my karma is good. plus, i have a cat to feed.”
i said, “bad things will happen eventually, is it just bad luck, probability,
or the work of a mean and vengeful god?”
everyone knows that’s how it goes. a broken heart, a broken nose,
or just plain broke and hoping for a break
and all the sterile gauze and seat belt laws
can’t circumvent inherent flaws,
you’re still gonna die, and there is no santa claus
the sky is falling- i warned you,
yeah bad things happen definitely and they always seem to happen to me.
but that’s okay, cuz i do bad things too,
should we lock the windows and lock the doors,
paranoid and well insured
and stroke a rabbit’s foot even tho’ we know
bad things will happen eventually?

LOST LI’L SHEEP
where art thou little sheep? wake up and smell the amphetamine,
wolves lurk in shadows, utter no bleat,
the wolves sell back the clothing t’was robbed of thine fleece,
hear ye hear ye, lost little sheep,
the shepherd has gone blind, has fallen asleep,
pull the wool from thine eyes and set yourselves free,
if you want to find the flock follow the trail of blood

CREPE PAPER HEARTS
crepe paper hearts hangin’ in an empty barn
hey break my heart, yea break my bones, broken sobs on the telephone.
and the stars shine so bright, the best night of your life and it’s a lie.
cuz your karate isn’t good enough to conquer love,
prom nite, yea you’ll be all right, the motherfuckers can’t touch us

THE NAKED CULT OF HICKEY
you can stop eating animals if you desire,
but you can’t stop the animals from eating each other,
i’m not crazy-i’m just horny,
who’s gonna play me in the tv movie?
gary coleman? kevin bacon? wynona rider?
you can stop eating animals if you want to,
but who’s gonna stop the animals from eating you?
i’m not holy-i’m just horny,
the world’s gonna end today i heard it on the radio,
san francisco, reno. atlanta in flames!
and i’ll be the savior, i am the creator, we’ll stay drunk and naked

EVERYONE’S A WHORE
the last thing i remember i was handcuffed to the bed,
i woke up I was wearin’ a dress, the apartment was a mess.
i’d been bad but nonetheless she made me breakfast,
and the squares don’t understand that workin for the man
is workin’ hand in hand with people just like me,
feeding off the greed, it’s obvious to me,
everyone’s a whore,
life is cheap but livin’ is expensive,
everyone’s a whore,
ask amy fisher, my lolita
i bet she knows the score!
everyone’s a whore

LAST NITE ON THE PLANET
do you have a dollar i can borrow? i swear i’ll pay you back tomorrow.
d’ya have some air that I could breath? could ya smear me with whipped cream?
either gimme what i need, or stay the fuck away from me!
it’s my last nite on the planet it’s the end of my time on this earth,
hounds are loose my scent is fresh
but i’m the one they’ll never git,
‘cuz gravity can’t hold me down,
water can’t make me drown,
what they’re sellin’ i don’t need so get the fuck away from me!
it’s my last nite on the planet
my mouth is dry my vision blurred,
it’s my last chance goddamnit!
it’s my last day so just stay outta my way

MAKE SURE THERE AREN’T ANY SQUARES AT MY FUNERAL
the straight and narrow road only goes to nowhere
and i’m already there so why should i even care?
just as long as there aren’t any squares at my funeral,
it’s ok i’m to blame, i have made my deathbed
and now i’ll lie in it and finally get a little rest,
just make sure that there aren’t any squares at my funeral,
dying’ don’t scare me, just promise me
that there won’t be any squares at my funeral

EL FAROLITO
el farolito save my soul, it’s a long way back to mexico
and i don’t know if I’m ever gonna make it home.
you can sell whiskey to the indians
but ya can’t sell records with lyrics that offend
the parents of rich, white, suburban youth,
you can wunk me on the head with a 2x4
you can burn down a liquor store,
but no one’s gonna care in couple of years.
(rock guitar solo B)
viver esta perder lastimar. creo llamada enfermo manana,
soy enfermo del mundo y todo mi dinero comprar.
el farolito save my soul, it’s a long way back to mexico,
and i dunno if i’m ever gonna make it home,
you can sell whiskey to the indians
you can play lotto till the summer ends,
but you’ll never win.

EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT SEX I LEARNED FROM KISS
ever since the accident things sure have been strange,
birds still fly and fish still swim but it’s not the same,
she’s broken-hearted, i’m retarded,
who will we blame now?
ever since the dawn of time the lines have been drawn,
the game is fixed, the jury rigged, it’s not right or wrong,
it’s freshly mowed lawns and the smell of gasoline,
everything i know about sex i learned from kiss
and now that rock-n-roll is dead it’s her that i miss,
the taste of her lips and the smell of gasoline

WAITING FOR THE SWELLING TO GO DOWN
gonna rot here in this town. 6 feet over all of your dead friends,
there’s no promise to he found, our little island,
we’re all gonna drown waiting for the swelling to go down,
waiting for the flames to take this town,
you need hugs-we need hugs-u.s. hugs!
(warning: guitar solos are known by the state of california to transmit venereal diseases)
sooner or later playtime ends, plugs are pulled
and i’ll meet all those dead friends,
sedition is brewing, just look around,
see the seething and rot here in this town

THE KITTENS WILL HAVE THEIR SAY
hey it’s comin’ down. i ain’t fuckin’ around,
the critters in the forest will have their revenge,
march to you cities and burn them!
hey it’s goin’ away,
just say goodbye to your cardboard houses and tin-can cars,
all turned to mulch, at war!
hey just go away,
i ain’t fuckin’ around with your opposable thumbs and velcro shoes,
fuck you! a.t.w.a!

HAPPILY EVER AFTER
and i look at her and i wonder
how many miles of cocaine have been sucked up in that pretty little head of hers
and i wonder how many penises have been in all of her orifices
and i know that i’ve already heard her life story from a thousand other girls,
me and her will spend the night together maybe fall in love and live happily ever after

HAVANA HARD TIME
hey! she’s havin’ a hard time,
she fumbles with the eyeliner and starts to wonder why she even bothers
tryin’ when we’re all ugly on the inside,
hey! she’s havin’ a hard time
and she starts to wonder why calgon won’t take her away like on tv everyday after day,
she’s havtn’ a hard time and i’m sympathetic to her plight

GAlA
gaia. prometheus said. “just leave me to die, enjoy the fire.”
gaia, the weakness of your flesh could be tenderness, or it could be your death

COOL KIDS ATTACKED BY FLYING MONKEYS
ya should’ve seen the looks on their faces, oh, the horror, the disgrace yeah.
suddenly they looked uncomfortable. they didn’t seem so cool,
dark skies above Wyoming should’ve been some kind of omen
but way high up on pedestals. they didn’t hear the news,
it’s no use, like there use to.
it was pitiful. so cool, so without a clue.
have you heard the news? you’re no longer of use,
it was typical. young and beautiful. undeniably cool

HEY CUTIE PIE
pimped out from head to toe in naugahyde.
telephone been tapped by the f.b.i.,
all dressed up and nowhere to hide,
all messed up and chicken fried,
hey cutie pie,
i have become all that i despise,
i have succumbed to my own demise,
come to regret and realize,
i’ve come here one too many times,
hey cutie pie it’ll be all right,
i’ll be your frankenstein,
you can dress me up any way you like,
shoot me up with formaldehyde,
hey cutie pie, hair dyed and gentrified,
you can cry all night, try with all your might
to pretend that you’re satisfied,
hey cutie pie. let’s off some pigs tonight,
everything’s gonna be all right

REVENGE OF THE MOLE PEOPLE
scratchin’at the surface, livin’ in the darkness
of these shadows cast upon us.
these blind eyes see through everything,
just under the surface is a silent tunnel network clawing towards the sunlight,
where your ugly children play their ugly children games,
singin’ “listen motherfuckers, we have come to steal the sun!”
blind eyes finally see what pure hearts awaited patiently,
laid out before them rotting under the sun

NEW ANTHEM FOR AMERICA’S DISENFRANCHISED
will we look back and laugh at our twisted path
or will we drive on mindlessly,
asleep at the wheel, too numb to feel
the weight of the gravity that’s holding us here?
wasting away, lookin’ for a new cause to die for
or a reason to live another day,
what would it take to make it worthwhile,
to make all ya’ll smile, and say: hey hey hey, everything will be okay

THE ONLY LESBIAN IN TULSA, OK.
the only lesbian in tulsa oklahoma is lonely.
she’s never even kissed a girl,
she’s never heard of george moscone,
when she drives a car she pretends she’s an astronaut
shooting through the stars, waiting for the world to catch up,
the only lesbian in tulsa oklahoma is lonely,
she says she’s sick of hittin’ on straight girls and i must say that i agree.

THE PRETTIEST JUNKIE IN TOWN
this is where the story ends,
the credits are rollin’ down.
tiki torches and mandolins
and the prettiest junkie in town,
the turnip truck came around again,
and u-turned right around
and all that’s left is the dull syringe of the prettiest junkie in town.