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Tasergun
I got a room down in Hollywood
rent was cheap
it was this rooming house
there was an old man who lived in the room next to me
we shared a bathroom in the hall
stare at me through a crack in the door
day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
started bangin' on the wall with a boot
then he came out, started banging on my door
kicked it open

watch out son, I got a tasergun
watch out son, I got a tasergun
he's on the loose
he's got the juice
like a mad dog with no teeth

spent his pension in adult bookstores
bringin strange young men home
he'd leave me notes in the bathroom
accusin' me of stealin' his toilet paper
come out into the hallway
dressed up in a greasy bathrobe
tryin' to start a fight
he became known as the electric old man
and I still see him with his taser
comin' at me

watch out son, I got a tasergun
watch out son, I got a tasergun
he's on the loose
he's got the juice
like a pigeon with no wings

This Is My Crew
Oh you know it's on
It's on
Let the funky music,
Gauge your eyes out
Do you wanna jam?
Take me home now
I can feel the bass,
Your brothers a waitress (your whole crew is wack!)
Weathers gettin' cold
Down at the bistro (yeah this is a motherfuckin' JAM!)

This is my crew
Take 10 steps back
Now you're in the danger zone
Yellow turns to black

This is my crew
Take 10 steps back
Now you're in the danger zone
Yellow turns to black

Saw you at the gym,
Throw me a lifevest
This is how we jam
I'm on a payphone
The doctor's on the phone
We're on a gas mask
Shivers up my spine
Down at the bistro

This is my crew
Take 10 steps back
Now you're in the danger zone
Yellow turns to black

This is my crew
Take 10 steps back
Now you're in the danger zone
Yellow turns to black

Now you're in the danger zone
Now you're in the danger zone
Now you're in the danger zone
Now you're in the danger zone
Shit
It's on motherfucker
Jam
Your whole crew is wack

Thunderpeel
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine[?]

Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide
She's got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

Thunderpeel
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel let me thunderpeel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

I got all maxed out, I got fat sold out
I was jumping around, she was never coming down
In the thick of the thin, i couldn't find her again
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Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold cigarrette
And a nickel in my jeans
On the map[?] if you glide [?]
She's got such hairy thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the chicken noodles [???]

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel let me thunderpeal
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

Today Has Been A Fucked Up Day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day

Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day

There's people runnin' up and down the line
With grocery bags on their heads
And dollar bills pasted onto their faces
Squeegees in their hand

Woo, woo, woo...
Woo!
Woohoo!
Woohoohoo!

Total Soul Future (Eat It)
She got some soul
Yeah, she got some soul
She got some soul
Yeah, she got some soul

She got finger snap
She put the lit cigarette
On my birthday cake

Oh, yeah

She rock and roll
She got the soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul
She rock and roll
She got some soul
She rock and roll
She got the soul

Oh yeah, bring it on down, [etc.]

Totally Confused
I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

Ten foot man, makin my lunch
You'll never understand I want you so much

And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it

I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

screamin in my face, whisper in my ear (whispering)
put me in a suitcase, with the can of beer :::pop:::

And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it
And I never never want it

To See That Woman Of Mine
put whiskey in the gas tank
put blood on the wheels
i gotta jar of tobacco
and i'm down with the dew
well i know that i'm loaded
and i'm outta my mind
i gotta make it to texas
to see that woman of mine

well my face is all bloodshot
theres a stain on my shirt
if i don't make it to fort worth
someones bound to get hurt
yeah
well i'm real loaded
and i'm outta my mind
gotta make it to texas
to see that woman of mine

well i flew out the engine
down in everley
and i got on the school bus
i started rappin that thing
yeah i know that i'm loaded
yeah i'm outta my mind
gotta make it to texas
to see that woman of mine

Tropicalia
when they beat
on a broken guitar
and on the streets
they reek of tropical charms
the embassies lie in hideous shards
where tourists snore and decay

when they dance in a reptile blaze
you wear a mask
an equatorial haze
into the past
a colonial maze
where there's no more confetti to throw

you didn't know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn't sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be evicted

you're out of luck
you're singing funeral songs
to the studs
they're anabolic and bronze
they seem to strut
in their millennial fogs
'til they fall down and deflate

you didn't know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn't sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be evicted

now you've had your fun
under an air-conditioned sun
it's burned into your eyes
leaves you plain and left behind
see them eyes and fall
into the jaws of a pestilent love

you didn't know what to say to yourself
love is a poverty you couldn't sell
misery waiting in vague hotels
to be a victim

Trouble All My Days
(Tony Robbins sample- Here's a story that I want to pass on to you that I think has meant a lot to me. He said 'Ed, you have no control of the past , it's a canceled check, you have no control over the future because you don't know what's going to happen. Your maximum point of power is now!)
Never had trouble
all my days
Never had trouble
all my days
Never had trouble
all my days
Never had trouble
all my days
hey hey hey
hey hey hey
hey hey hey
hey hey hey
hey hey hey

Truckdrivin Neighbors Downstairs (Yellow Sweat)
Acid casualty with a reposessed car
Vietnam vet playin' air guitar

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Yeah
Yeah

Whiskey stained buck-toothed backwoods creep
Grizzly bear motherfucker never goes to sleep

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh, yeah
Yeah

Belly floppin' naked in a pool of yellow sweat
Screamin' jackass with a wet cigarette

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh
Oh, my goodness
Oh... [etc.]
Mmm... [etc.]

Psychotic breakdown double-edged axe
Growin' hair like a shag rug on a greasy back

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin', truck-drivin'
neighbours downstairs
Oh my goodness
Oh my goodness
[Sung under the following:] Oh... [etc.]
Oh, yeah
Come on, Honey, feel the grease
Grease, grease
Come on, Honey, feel the grease
Oh, my goodness
Come on, Honey, feel the grease
Oh yeah
Come on, lay it on me
Bring it down one more time
Come on, Honey...

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