Next Contestant
I don't care about what she's wearing
Just how many hits I'm hearing
From all these assholes coming onto her
And I wish she'd take the night off
So I don't have to fight off
Every asshole coming onto her
Here comes the next contestant
Is that, your hand, on my, girlfriend?
Is that, your hand?
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
Here comes the next contestant
I hate those fucking losers, musclemen and punk ass bruisers,
Just as they start coming onto her
They're wondering, I can see it, find out, what's with me,
Just cause they start coming onto her
Here comes the next contestant
Is that, your hand, on my, girlfriend?
Is that, your hand?
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again
I wish you'd do it again
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
Here comes the next contestant
I don't care about what she's wearing
Just how many hits I'm hearing
From all these assholes coming onto her
And I wish she'd take the night off
So I don't have to fight off
Every asshole coming onto her
Here comes the next contestant
Is that, your hand, on my, girlfriend?
Is that, your hand?
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again
I wish you'd do it again
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
Here comes the next contestant
>> Figured You
I love your pants around your feet
I love the dirt on your knees
I love the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite new disease
I love the places that we go
I love the people that you know
I love the way you can't say no
To many long nights in a row
I love the powder on your nose
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that I
Just thought I'd figured you out
(?)
It wasn't that I
Didn't know who you are
Just figured you out
(?)
I'd love to feel ya out tonight
I love the strings that're on your dress
I love the way you like me best
Put my patience to the test
I love the freckles on your chest
I love the way you pass the check
I love the good times that you wreck
I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
With my hands around your neck
And now it wasn't that I
Didn't know who you are
Just thought I'd figured you out
(?)
Now I know who you are
It wasn't that I
Just figured you out
(?)
I love the pants around your feet
I love the dirt on your knees
I love the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
I love the places that we go
I love the people that you know
I love the way you can't say no
To many long nights in a row
I love the powder on your nose
And now it wasn't that I
Didn't know who you are
Just thought I'd figured you out
(?)
Now I know who you are
It wasn't that I
Just figured you out
(?)
>> Mistake
As I sift and drift through bullshit
That plagues from day to day
Would you ever really notice
That I've gone away?
I'm over the wall
Over the hill
Over at your place
I'm over the safety
Over the phone calls
Over the rage
What a Mistake
When you've lost the stones to throw
The one I found to make a fire
And all the lonley souls that say so, get fired
I'm over the wall
Over the hill
Over at your place
(Can't seem to get out of the way)
I'm over the safety
Over the phone calls
Over the rage
What a Mistake
What a Mistake
What a Mistake
What a Mistake
What a Mistake
I've never been lost
I've never been found
And it makes no difference
If I'm around.
(Can't seem to get out of the way)
It's never been words
It's never been actions
It's never been promises that I've never kept.
(Can't seem to get out of the way)
I'm over the wall
Over the hill
Over at your place
(Can't seem to get out of this)
Pulling on the threads
I'm always pulling on the threads
I'm always pulling on the threads
I'm always pulling
Oh what a mistake
Mistake
As I sift and drift in bullshit
That plagues from day to day
Would you ever really notice
That I've gone away?
>> The Ghost Of Tom Joad
Man walks along the railroad track
He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, NO REST!
And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts
And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of old Tom Joad
Now Tom Said; 'Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Whereever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma'
I'll be there
Wherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma,
You'll see me! (x8)
And the highway is alive tonight
nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of Tom Joad.
>> Super Bon Bon
Move aside,
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.
If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.
If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.
Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
to rise, to rise, to rise.
Too fat, fat you must cut lean.
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,
Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon.
And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here.
>> Blown Wide Open
So I’m all surrounded
By the things I thought I’d put away
And I’m all surrounded
By the things I thought I’d put away
And there’s a pile in the closet
That’s where I threw some yesterday
Maybe under the rug
That’s where I swept some the other day
So the mess is drawing forces
Outside I hear them say
Come out with your hands up
So we can blow you away
And I walk out the door
Get blown wide open
By the things I’d put away
And I wasn’t even warned
Just blown wide open
By the mess is where I lay
So I'm all surrounded
By the things I thought I’d put away
So I'm all surrounded
By the things I thought I’d put away
And if I’m a slob
I never looked at it that way
Irresponsible
When you’re not the first to say
But I told her I’m sorry
Never wanted it this way
Yeah, I still need her
But the mess won’t go away
And I walk the door
Get blown wide open
By the things I’d put away
And I’m out on the porch
Just blown wide open
By the mess is where I lay
Yeah, blown wide open
Blown wide open
Blown wide open
Blown wide open
The gun’s still smoking
Blood keeps flowing
Blown wide open
Blown wide open
All surrounded
I don't care about what she's wearing
Just how many hits I'm hearing
From all these assholes coming onto her
And I wish she'd take the night off
So I don't have to fight off
Every asshole coming onto her
Here comes the next contestant
Is that, your hand, on my, girlfriend?
Is that, your hand?
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
Here comes the next contestant
I hate those fucking losers, musclemen and punk ass bruisers,
Just as they start coming onto her
They're wondering, I can see it, find out, what's with me,
Just cause they start coming onto her
Here comes the next contestant
Is that, your hand, on my, girlfriend?
Is that, your hand?
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again
I wish you'd do it again
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
Here comes the next contestant
I don't care about what she's wearing
Just how many hits I'm hearing
From all these assholes coming onto her
And I wish she'd take the night off
So I don't have to fight off
Every asshole coming onto her
Here comes the next contestant
Is that, your hand, on my, girlfriend?
Is that, your hand?
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
I wish you'd do it again
I wish you'd do it again
I wish you'd do it again (oh, won't you please do it again?)
Here comes the next contestant
>> Figured You
I love your pants around your feet
I love the dirt on your knees
I love the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite new disease
I love the places that we go
I love the people that you know
I love the way you can't say no
To many long nights in a row
I love the powder on your nose
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that I
Just thought I'd figured you out
(?)
It wasn't that I
Didn't know who you are
Just figured you out
(?)
I'd love to feel ya out tonight
I love the strings that're on your dress
I love the way you like me best
Put my patience to the test
I love the freckles on your chest
I love the way you pass the check
I love the good times that you wreck
I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
With my hands around your neck
And now it wasn't that I
Didn't know who you are
Just thought I'd figured you out
(?)
Now I know who you are
It wasn't that I
Just figured you out
(?)
I love the pants around your feet
I love the dirt on your knees
I love the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease
I love the places that we go
I love the people that you know
I love the way you can't say no
To many long nights in a row
I love the powder on your nose
And now it wasn't that I
Didn't know who you are
Just thought I'd figured you out
(?)
Now I know who you are
It wasn't that I
Just figured you out
(?)
>> Mistake
As I sift and drift through bullshit
That plagues from day to day
Would you ever really notice
That I've gone away?
I'm over the wall
Over the hill
Over at your place
I'm over the safety
Over the phone calls
Over the rage
What a Mistake
When you've lost the stones to throw
The one I found to make a fire
And all the lonley souls that say so, get fired
I'm over the wall
Over the hill
Over at your place
(Can't seem to get out of the way)
I'm over the safety
Over the phone calls
Over the rage
What a Mistake
What a Mistake
What a Mistake
What a Mistake
What a Mistake
I've never been lost
I've never been found
And it makes no difference
If I'm around.
(Can't seem to get out of the way)
It's never been words
It's never been actions
It's never been promises that I've never kept.
(Can't seem to get out of the way)
I'm over the wall
Over the hill
Over at your place
(Can't seem to get out of this)
Pulling on the threads
I'm always pulling on the threads
I'm always pulling on the threads
I'm always pulling
Oh what a mistake
Mistake
As I sift and drift in bullshit
That plagues from day to day
Would you ever really notice
That I've gone away?
>> The Ghost Of Tom Joad
Man walks along the railroad track
He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, NO REST!
And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the Ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts
And The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of old Tom Joad
Now Tom Said; 'Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Whereever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma'
I'll be there
Wherever somebodies stuglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma,
You'll see me! (x8)
And the highway is alive tonight
nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of Tom Joad.
>> Super Bon Bon
Move aside,
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.
If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.
If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.
Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
to rise, to rise, to rise.
Too fat, fat you must cut lean.
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,
Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon.
And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here.
>> Blown Wide Open
So I’m all surrounded
By the things I thought I’d put away
And I’m all surrounded
By the things I thought I’d put away
And there’s a pile in the closet
That’s where I threw some yesterday
Maybe under the rug
That’s where I swept some the other day
So the mess is drawing forces
Outside I hear them say
Come out with your hands up
So we can blow you away
And I walk out the door
Get blown wide open
By the things I’d put away
And I wasn’t even warned
Just blown wide open
By the mess is where I lay
So I'm all surrounded
By the things I thought I’d put away
So I'm all surrounded
By the things I thought I’d put away
And if I’m a slob
I never looked at it that way
Irresponsible
When you’re not the first to say
But I told her I’m sorry
Never wanted it this way
Yeah, I still need her
But the mess won’t go away
And I walk the door
Get blown wide open
By the things I’d put away
And I’m out on the porch
Just blown wide open
By the mess is where I lay
Yeah, blown wide open
Blown wide open
Blown wide open
Blown wide open
The gun’s still smoking
Blood keeps flowing
Blown wide open
Blown wide open
All surrounded