Magic Station Wagon
?? and bony fingers out my slimy coffin
Gag upon their rags of youth on the news
Feel my inspiration crowded in your station wagon
??? like a ??? just to spread and lay upon the track
??????

Mango (Vader Rocks!)
a sparkle in the night (?)
she glides
tainted by the affliction
seduced...deeply into myself
faceless...emerging
black confetti

Mexico
come gather round me people, here's a story you never heard
bout me and my friends and some things that occured
we thought we'd get some money we thought that we might go
spend a weekend pleasant down in mexico
i was workin at mcdonalds, doin the latenight run
when a car pulled up the drive thru and pointed out a gun
said give us all your money and three big macs to go
i stuffed them all in a bag and i ducked down below
well the boss got angry when he found out i didn't call the police
i guess i was kinda nervous, there was a warrant out on me
concernin some jaywalkin tickets i couldn't afford to pay
needless to say i got the axe that same day
well me bein outta work just then i didn't wanna go home
my mom said if i lost this job i'd have to go out on my own
so i went over to dave's house and got really stoned
called up some girls but none o'them were home
steve came over and he brought some alcohol
we're all gettin really depressed just starin at the wall
thought if we'd get some money, we thought that we might go
spend a weekend pleasant down in mexico
steve's dad had a huntin rifle and we went and picked it up
we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck
we raised up that huntin rifle but the counter guy just laughed
as he pulled out an uzi we turned and hauled ass
we were runnin so fast til we came to the mcdonalds where i used to work
we walked up to the drive thru and gave my boss a jerk
said give us all your money and three big macs to go
and suck on this you weasel we're goin to mexico
down south we all got really wasted, dave got a case of the runs
we're all really hungover and gettin low on funds
dave and steve called their parents and took the bus back home
me, i got a job at mcdonald's down in mexico

Midnite Vultures
yeah.

botox injections
chemical solvents
making midnight movies
contaminated actors
living on a farm
harnessed to a life of protein and equipment.

Gristling in grain.
Soft nights.
everyday a reaction to the affection.

manholes and light towers walking down imitation streets
little girls with plastic cameras
and shops full of cold cuts and candy
feeding the trains and bisecting the night
hand grenades in the trash
medics running from the sun

She borrowed cartilage wire
tracing my face
with broken hands

Yeah

Ahhhhhhh

Milk & Honey
Don't take your red ribbons off
You're about to make a fool of yourself
In the aluminum sunset
Drinking from a drain
I'm a hundred miles behind myself

Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Make a poor boy wanna run
Milk and Honey
Do you wanna love me
Under the aluminum sun

Did you hear those war torn stories
Where the lifeguards slept in the streets
In the jungle lands
With the cold cola cans
You'll get the keys to the city for free

Milk and honey
Pouring down like money
Bring a poor boy to his knees
Milk and honey
No it isn't funny
Living in a garden of sleaze

Bangkok athletes in the biosphere
Arkansas wet dreams
We all disappear
Kremlin mistress
Rings the buddah chimes
She slips me ruffies
Receding hairlines

She's all right...touching my body
She's all right...on my computer
She's all right...selling me watches
She's all right...ring on my finger

Minus
The last survivor of a boiled crown
Another casualty with the casual frown
The janitor vandals they bark in your face
Juveniles with the piles and paste

It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes
With the crutches of force

Don't be confused when your fuse is up
And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup
When the cup is filled you can run and be killed
In the billion miles of the muscles that build

Radiation
Feeling the force
Karaoke
Vomiting whores

The scalps of zero hailing the call
Rubbing in the blindness of them all
With the canker sores and the robot pills
Throwing imbeciles on the window sills

It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes
With the crutches of force

Force
Force
Force

Mixed Bizness
I'm mixing business with leather
Christmas with Heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the b-boys scream

All right
Turn it up now
All right
Turn it up now

Word up to the manthing
She's always cold lamping
Visine at the canteen
I just wanna watch you dance

Do you wanna ride on the Baltic Sea
I'll be your mistress C.O.D.
I'll comb your hair
Re-write your diary
Pour champagne on a honey bee

She can really do me
She can look right through me
And make all the b-boys scream

I'm mixing fitness with leather
Homework with Heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the lesbians scream

All right
Turn it up now
All right
Turn it up now

Modesto
you came, you went
my mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
'cause all my cash was lent

this town is filled
with thousand-dollar bills
laminated songs
contaminated lawns
well we eat about fifteen times a day
starin' through a bag of frito-lay
and I play with the fire in the stove
when my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

well it's real and it's fake
and it's flamin' like a steak
and she's puttin' out my face with the rake
oh honey you knew
that you were my one and only blur

unglued, depressed
the meatloaf in my chest
personality test
I failed with the best
and I stomped and I stormed
and I passed out in your dorm
then you hustled me outside
I couldn't catch a ride
but the subway trains speak to me now
I'm browsing through the supermarket town
and the girls don't talk when I'm around
and I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong

chokin' on a breathmint

that's cool
yeah, that's cool

MTV Makes Me Want To Smoke Crack (7" version)
MTV makes me wanna smoke crack,
fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
MTV makes me wanna get high,
can't get a ride no matter how i try,
and everythings perfect and everythings bright,
and everyones perky and everyones uptight
i watch those videos, i watch em all day
and i plug em in my eyeballs HEEEEEEEY YAH
and the colors are nice, and the pictures are nice,
and the girls are nice, everythings so nice

MTV makes me wanna smoke crack,
fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
MTV makes me wanna get high,
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride

well i work at the video store making change
and i'm counting out the pennies
twistin in my brain
condos in the distance,
and smog in the air
no one in the streets, and no one anywhere
i drink when i drink and i eat from a can
and i'm standin by the microwave 'til i feel special
and i'm checkin out the furniture
i wanna buy a sofa
might buy a wheelchair and roll out of this town
and MTV made me wanna smoke crack
fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
MTV made me wanna get high,
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
can't get a ride
MTV MADE ME WANNA BURN FLESH
have a little orgy down in the satellite dish

MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack (Loser single version)
rollin...
mtv makes me wanna smoke crack,
fall out of the window, and i'm never comin' back
mtv makes me wanna get high,
can't get a ride no matter how i try,
and everything's perfect, and everything's bright,
and everyones perky, and everyones uptight,
i love those videos i watch 'em all day............
(music stops)
(producer)...beck, what's the problem?
(beck)...uh.. i dunno just stop the tape...
(lounge style)
hey!
all right!
mtv..whoa! makes me wanna smoke crack,
fly out the window, and i'm never come back
mtv makes me wanna get hiiiiiighh! yes they do!
like a rubber balloon, aww get that squeegee,
everything's wonderful, everything's grand,
everything's swinging, all across the land, you know it!
bust out the biscuits, strike up the band,
play those videos, every woman and man.
cause...mtv, whoa! makes me wanna smoke crack,hey!
fly out the window, and i'm never comin back..ooh!
mtv, makes me wanna get high, as a kite,
gettin all uptight..take it!
aww yeah!
fake it till ya make it!
right about now!
steppin under a cold ass fashion,
aww yah we wack that thing,
i work down to that video store, makin some change,
with a sparkle in my step, and a smile on my face,
condominiums, risin above,
and those video's are better than love,
yeah! mtv, 1
mtv, check,
mtv makes me wanna smoke crack!
yeah.

MTV Makes Me Wanna Smoke Crack (KCRW 1993 Version)
MTV makes me wanna smoke crack
Fall out the window and I'm never comin' back
MTV makes me wanna get high
Can't get it right, no matter how I try
Everything's perky and everything's so bright
Everything's so slick and everyone's uptight
The pictures are nice, the colors are nice
The girls are nice and everything's so nice!
MTV makes me wanna smoke crack
Fall out of...

No wait, hold the show. Gonna bum rush this. Singing the song like that... I got to admit, I spent the last week making a video myself. Could you hit that tape? We got to do this another way.

Hey
Get busy
MTV makes me want to smoke crack, Whoa
Fly out the window and I'm never coming back
MTV makes me want to get high as the moon, like a rubber balloon
Everything's wonderful, everything's grand
Everything's swingin' all across the land
Break out the biscuits, strike up the band
Play those videos, every woman and man
Cause MTV, whoa, makes me wanna smoke crack
Fly out the window and never coming back
MTV makes me want to get high as a kite
Gettin' down... play!
Whoa! Aww yeah!
Gettin' busy people!
Workin' at the video store, making some change
With a sparkle in my step and a smile on my face
Condominiums rising above and it's better than love!
Whoa!
MTV One
MTV Two!
MTV makes we want to smoke crack!

Mutherfuker
yo homey don't play that game
hey mr. asshole what's your dirty hassle?
sitting in your castle judging everyone
you're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill
why don't you break your face on my head?

everyone's out to get you motherfucker
everyone's out to get you motherfucker

total paranoia trying to destroy you
everything i do is to try and fuck you up
some trauma true and i was such a spasm
dropped yourself on the situation, dude"

everyone's out to get you motherfucker
everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Mystery Song #1
baby i can't make it straight
my boots got stuck and i can't wait
you're the one who's got no tongue
look and see which way it's run
man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away
obituaries i seen right through
brochures of the times we knew
taxes on the days we spent
repossessed and named and chained
man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away
accusations, suspects named
battered husbands, cousins blamed
holdin up your trophy bones
sticks and stones and lesser knowns
man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away
and all your hopes can be derailed
low salt (?) in the seas you sailed
no dreams in the night you lie
all the stars stripped from the sky
man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away
man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away

Mystery Song #2
well if it ain't your time to go
then you'd better stay put for now
cuz everybody's gotta do their time until it's time
and if it ain't broken, then break it
and say you knew me way back when
when fools were fools, and all rest were swine waiting to be defiled
well i could hang up my single
out by the side of the road
and try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind
like a driftwood in the night
that was washed up by the light
of the moon that bleached my bones
that sent me to the pile
mustard in your smile
lend a hand on the radio dial
and the breezes of the seasons
have blown us back to hell
it's a stolen telephone
that i dialed blind and alone
just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
now the deserts are in flames
and the bandages are the same
and the factories, casualties are looking for mangled jewels
and if it ain't your time to go
then you'd better stay put for now
cuz anybody gotta put their hand
upon the hand of the clock
like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt