BUSTER FACE
beat his woman and a path to jail
guess he didn’t manage life too well
he didn’t know tomorrow
that man didn’t know today
he kept his life real simple
that BUSTER FACE
slept his life on a concrete bed
noggin rotted and died with only water and bread
his funeral’s tomorrow
his wake, it is today
this story, it has no moral
just BUSTER FACE
face-O
jail-O
grave-O
SLUGS ARE IN MY HOUSE
they’re bringing GPC and Milwaukee’s Best
‘cause there’s a bash at Third and Stewart Street
that’s my address--guess my invitation’s late
she said she used to play drums in a band
used to know so & so and wash his van
why wasn’t she in Hollywood?
I don’t understand
I slip and slide through your door
and when the coast is all clear
I put my mark on your floor
when I heave the stale beer
the SLUGS ARE IN MY HOUSE
MANITOBA
second of May: skipped school today
burned a full tank of fuel in mom’s Calais
we skipped the toll at border patrol
we rocked, we rolled to Manitoba
gotta get away from the beach to MANITOBA
we can kill some little fishies, then have a soda
more snow, fewer s.t.d.’s in MANITOBA
be all that you can be in MANITOBA
seventh of June: Watched Looney Tunes
and got a job mopping vomit in a corner saloon
for ten bucks a day at the Canadian rate
we’re losing weight, doing great here in Manitoba
no Manny Mota, no Abe Vigoda, all right!
let’s all go to Manitoba!
it is north of North Dakota!
‘twas the fourth of July: Our prospects died
got busted for begging and thrown stateside
back to cruel summer school
no fun, no cool Manitoba
smell the wintry evergreens of MANITOBA
find your soul and a new pair of skis in MANITOBA
Satan’s got your keys around his throata, in MANITOBA
you can be happy, happy, happy in MANITOBA
no flaky Rhoda, no silly Yoda, all right!
RONNIE RAY-GUN
I’d like to welcome you to our show
we have many things to play for you
I hope you like us, but if you don’t
you can take a gun and get shot in the chest
like Ronnie Ray-Gun
I hope you like us, but if you don’t
we’re gonna knock you off your horoscope
don’t get shot like RONNIE RAY-GUN
‘cause you know that you could be shot
do you know what? You could be shot
in the Ronnie Ray-Gun plot!
ow.
YOUR STUPID HAIR
“You don’t know what I like!”
I try to tell her every night
I think I wore out her left ear
she bends the right one to get it pierced
she keeps telling me she believes in rock’n’roll
but she curls her hair just like a cowgirl
you’re puffing on a cigarette and shooting pool
yeah, you think you’re hot stuff--big thirteen and skipping school
you older women are all the same
wait ‘til I turn ten--baby, you’ll want me
you keep telling me you believe in rock’n’roll
but you feather your hair just like a schoolgirl
your front yard’s a mess of cartwheels, twirling batons, and hula hoops
my room’s crammed with monsters, baseball cards, and Scooby-Doo
every year that I threw your Barbie in the fire
your clothes got tighter and tighter
you kept telling me you believed in rock’n’roll
but you shaved your hair just like a go-go girl
you say white sand and islands, and I say snow
your best friend’s Barbie, well mine’s GI Joe
we can’t see eye to eye
but baby--I tell you that’s okay,
‘cause we’re not made the same
I saw you standing in the mall--you weren’t so tall
you had four shirts on, all black and long
you fed the fish in front of Colonel Days
then you walked on by, humming my favorite song
you kept telling me you believed in rock’n’roll
but you dyed your hair just like a punk girl
BILLY & JANEY
Billy bought a bag of buttons from the Black Crowes, you know
DOPE
Janey, she wears bell-bottoms
she’s got her own TV show, you know
Kill ‘em
GO TO WAR NOW
found a plague of frogs in my veggies
now I’m ready for famine and disease!
‘cause the end of the world is coming much too slow
death and earth into a black hole
I wouldn’t like to stay--I’d like to go
GO TO WAR NOW
buckshot and bone chips in my meat
raw or cooked, it all tastes great!
now there’s x-rays, guns, and good old clubs
they squash the life back in the ground like a bug
before you go, would you like my kid?
he’s served best chilled, with a dollop of cool whip on his head!
try the one year-olds, they’re most delicious
a little ragout? Oh, you’re a vegetarian?
then you must indulge in the hemlock!
at the very least...
Kill! Crush! Feast!
Feed the beast! Feed the beast!
BRAINS
I used to be young and hungry
I used to be a ravenous zombie
I was slower than a dead man on his feet
but then I saw things differently
inside a skull there’s something to eat
and it would make my diet oh-so complete
I’d like your BRAIN
gimme BRAIN
I want a BRAIN
inside your skull there’s something to eat
I searched out a professor friend
he could get me all happy again
in just a few hours I had crossed his street
and with a big smile I showed up
I unwrapped his skull like a peanut butter cup
and oh , my! what a scrumpdelicious treat!
you’re not cute but I like your wit
all the zombies say, “You’re so pungent!”
Zombies! Out there
Zombies! Everywhere
Zombies! Feeding in the streets
now I’m out on my own
in the cemetery where I roam
don’t wait until you’re sad to come and visit me
I could be your atypical lover
I’d give you my hand for the brain of your brother
and what a noble feast that would be!
HAPPY EXECUTION DAY
“Guilty”, that’s what my friends all say
now I haven’t any friends, but it doesn’t really matter
‘cause I’ll die anyway
trouble, papa says it’s my middle name
but it’s better than nothing, when you got a lot of nothing
you get plenty of silly names
but tonight I’ll make things right, alright, all right
I’ll meet a medical attorney
and her love will save me
guilty, from the time I was a little thing
with just a vest, faded pants, and a weapon in my hand
that’s how I learned to play
look man, couldn’t stand to have your pity
but my life’s been kinda crummy and a man with lotsa money
says his wife gets in the way
so tonight I’ll make things right, alright, all right
I’m gonna make a little money
and it’s gonna save me
I only tried to make things right, alright, all right
but I didn’t make no money
and cops came to take me
I don’t know how I ended up this way
with a number and a cell and my life all shot to hell
maybe death will be my fame
how come, how come they wanna melt my face
now I know I done some wrong, but violence is a song
a black kiss won’t remedy
so hey man I’m guilty!
well HAPPY EXECUTION DAY!
I got my own parade!
gonna take it to my grave!
hey man, I’m guilty!
FLAPAHOLIC MOUTHER
she’s a FLAPAHOLIC MOUTHER
she’s gonna call up your mother
she make a meal out of a rumor
‘cause her bazoo is a monster
a FLAPAHOLIC MOUTHER
she’s gonna call all the others
at a million miles an hour
going chatter, chatter, chatter
at work or home I talk on the phone
all day and all night, I talk every night
at work all day I talk and get paid
all day and all night, I talk every night and every day
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER
you’re bending over puking and I’m looking at you
baby, I know that you’ve come down with the flu
but don’t you know that things are gonna get better
I’d give you a kiss, but you got barf breath
so I gotta resist and just nurse you instead
I’ll save up my love bomb for when you’re not under the weather
I’m NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER gonna leave you alone
like a hyena looking for a good laugh
or a vampire hanging on a hot neck
I was looking for a little bit of ‘nothing to lose’
I gotta admit, that’s when I met you
but now I’m flushing the toilet, and I’m so glad we’re together
I’m admiring the grimace on your pale, pale face
and I’m sure that your heart has stayed in its right place
even though your supper ended up in the bottom of the sewer
so now I’m up and you’re down
but don’t you worry--it will all work out
I’ll treat you like I should
and I’ll take good care of you
so now I’m bending over puking and you’re looking at me
well, I’m glad to see that I could make you so happy
and by the way--could I make a mop out of your sweater?
come on and kiss me quick while my lips are wet
I’ve got a special flavor that you’ll never forget
called ‘regurgivomirama’ and it comes in five blending colors
All lyrics by M. Meyer except Ronnie Ray-Gun (Gerber/Meyer) and Manitoba (Meyer/O’Neal)
c 1996 IBC Shadows Music