String Me Up

Whoa, string me up!
I can't take another minute of the World Cup.
I hate soccer, I hate pentagons.
I hate white hexagons especially.
Put ‘em together and put 'em on a field of green
You're gonna knock me out and drive me insane.
A crystal chandelier please fall on my brain.
Chop me up, chop me up like cat food in a can.

Porsche on the Autobahn

Lay down, softly rest your black hair.
Your milky white breast has induced another stare from yours truly.

Let me tattoo
my new love poem
on your legs.
You lost a leg.
But you still inspire me from
A language I don’t understand,
The language of love.

Forget me, for I must walk across that California beach again.
Oh god! - I forgot my Sex wax in your bed!
I might slip and fall off my surfboard again!
But Hopefully this time the great white shark will be following close behind.
Like the FBI that I left behind to follow my dream
on some forbidden shore In a Polynesian island chain.
Can you see that sunset?
Oh, It looks like lemon yellow
Airbrushed through
A solvent based lacquer coat

On the hood of a dark blue Porsche
It was cold as hell in Germany
and the octane was running too low for me,
dragging me down.
I could never ski away from this uncertainty or sadness anyhow.
I should cut my throat with a wranglers rope.
Break my flannel shirt in half
and light a funeral pyre
for my life.
For my life is as worthless
as a two-dollar bill on Fire Island
with people lacking common sense.

 

Tomato Tan

Look, baby, I'm not like Olivia Newton-John.
I'm not squirming and sifting my seething fucking body,
My hips and face and moronic hairdo.
I'm not tuning around in a radii,
I'm not up to angles tonight.
90degrees, It's too hot for me
You'd better turn on that fucking A.C. before I yank my bra off!

Don't even worry about jet frost.
I'm gonna take off my fucking shirt.

 

Acapulco coconut, guacamole on my nuts.
Lick my dick and suck my balls until I cum into the Sun.
I want flames throwing themselves out of the cirrus clouds.
I want my sun tan to burn like red taco sauce.
Tomato paste all over my face, sit on my nose and fuck my teeth.

Swamp Hut

Cumpleaños on the crouton in the hotdog.
Who put salad dressing on my harbor?
My sailboat was already sinking in blood.
Can't you help rise to the top of the Single's column?
Write down my deeds in stone.
I'm gonna kill somebody with my sword,
I'll prove that I'm a man.

Cloud man with your cyan cotton candy

Can you not judge me with a rubber hammer?
I'm gonna bounce.

Pink rabbit.
Pink poodle.
Grey outline over my curves.
A way for made of fading grace.
Bass fisherman gathered around the P.A.
The President's dead.
He died today.

Blackjack dealer broke down in tears.
He fell on his knees,
recalling the years he had prayed for one of his kind:

Bald Eagle, Blind Eagle,
Red-Bull humping the Rodeo Clown.

Fat Tuesday was devoted to The Goat
in my town.
So before you show me your tits again.

and in the center of Voodoo power in New Orleans,
Cajun spices sprinkled in a circle
guiding you dreams, To and fro.
Come here and buy a Ford truck
that won't make it ten miles down the highway.
You're gonna find yourself sleeping in a swamp hut

You're gonna find yourself sleeping in a swamp hut

Hey,
have you ever seen "The Swamp Thing?"
It might not be such a good thing, - sleeping in a swamp hut.
Sleeping in a swamp hut's not such a good thing, Bobby!
Maybe we should get back on the highway and wave our florescent flag for help!

Sancho

I shot your house up and down
I remember killing every single person that I found

I buried your sancho, along side your wife
With a barbed wire fence and a tangle of thorns
I flossed her tooth paste and sliced through her floor
Yeah I fucked her face up
Just to piss off your kids
Your son he still lives here, but your daughters are dead
I cut off their heads

Did you notice the white sea birds and the bucket of beach sand
I set them in the background cleverly by the nuclear submarines
and the setting sun.
The hollow dot.
The born again beach ball
hit the spot.

And rolled up the path.
And hit the door of your broken home.
Your trees were so easily snapped!
By my lightning whip and red keychain.

Grandmas hole war

Oh my god I’m so sorry,
I forgot the Beach Boys concert tonight.
My woody is all fucked up
I fucking started to clean the carburetor
And then my grand ma came over
I lost my watch.
She came over to bring me a watch battery
But instead,
She passed out
I thought she was dead I really freaked out!
But she wasn’t dead she passed out
From drinking denatured alcohol.
I guess I forgot to tell her
I was a mortician in another life
I’m sorry I took you apart from the
Inside out
Its how I used to live

But Now its confusing like a hornets nest in Vietnam
I‘ll jump in hole but I doubt I ever jump back out
Screaming Warner Bros.
Bugs Bunny
Carrot in a can
Vinegar and warfare
Moscow and Japan.

Your silkscreen couldn’t cover up your silhouette
Somebody painted a dragon
on your bed.

 

Poolside with Pat

 

Don’t release me to the snakes.
Don’t forgive me yet I don’t want to pay your price.

Can’t afford it yet
Can not take the news of your death – gospel truth
Plug it in six fingers at a time.

I ain’t comin’ unplugged no lightning bolt in the sky
If it were up to me I’d make the disco lights shine all night
in your hurricane force winds.

I’ll take you for a ride in your mammas Mercedes Benz
and you can get poolside with pat.

Big Dollars

Lovely were the words you spoke.
Thoughtful was your shadow cast.
Like a plaster skull of your father,
an overtone of blue
We spoke together until noon
when the coral reef broke down and burned the milkshake.
How could you do that to a cold heart?

Don’t blind your bat!
Let it fly into the crowd!

You struck out but you’re not down.
Burn the town.
I dare you to brush feathers on your baseball cap

and light fire to your church.
Burn it down yourself.
Big dollars!
I know you want to hunt my bowling ball.
Ten pin tornado I’ve seen ‘em all.

Ghost man in the hall
Ball catcher broke down, when, … now.

The Brains

Remind me not to answer the phone
It’s probably god in a makeshift form.

One more shoe and a piece of cake
That’s all I request; that’s all Iwants from you
That’s all I wants to do

And after all that just take me out back
paint the fence and cover it with dirt
and a velvet cape and a silver spade
and feather from your baby dove.

Wipe the tears from your eyes
It is time to say goodbye -
Forever.
Don’t ask me why I cry all night
If the gods of war are eating my pills
how will I cast for fish and
make out with my priest?

The portrait of king dick
Was painted to look like that
Distorted and tangled
Dark colored and cryptic
the burns, the tears
were put there to remind us
she did this to slaughter
the sickness and disorder

Wipe the tears from your eyes
It is time to say goodbye -
Forever.
Don’t ask me why I cry all night
When the hammer falls may it take your life.
Just don’t punish the face
It’s the only face you’ll get.

The Brains
The Brains

Raccoons and Beavers

Poison fangs stain the night with blood.
Wasp tails,
ten toes
Vulture eggs underneath her bed.

Grab the plate law.
Touch the dinosaurs ghost as he lays asleep in his little baby egg.

Born into the shit storm’
Steel claws bearing down on your back.

Secret voices
Whisper you to sleep with
Deadly teeth
Like Jesus’ thorns.

When have we not seen the stars overhead?
Burning so hot like the forests of yesteryear

Raccoons and Beavers

Snakelike logs with copper drawing lawns
Drawing a stick in the mud.

Ripping up the picture he found.
Tearing it up before he drowns
Manta Rays stink up the beach

Poisonous gasses leak from the tailpipes
Of the poison hot rod
With skulls on the front
Witchcraft orange wheels
Or were they brakes

I was headin’ for the hills
My baby headin’ for the lake.

She hates to love me
Because I stay awake

She needs to leave me
Because the tiles don’t break
When you throw a cannon ball at my head.

Broken china berries
I’ll shave them off your butt
And that’s not all I can do with this.