All songs written by P. Lemieux, B. Gould, M. Calvi;
Copyright ©2007 Pfiesteria
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3. Bipolar Psychosis |
It pays the bills but it takes everything that I got away
I'll go and temp for a while, like maybe 9 years or so
I can't get sick, because I can't afford it, Oh No
Doctor me not
I used to have insurance like a year ago
But I lost that job because I had to go
I broke my arm once; they set it in a weird position
And now they say that I've got a pre-existing condition
Doctor me not
If I quit my job, on welfare I will go
Then I'll be able to afford to lose my health, you know
So I'll rock on now; throw caution to the wind
Once I'm on death's door society will take me in
Doctor me not
It's all a gamble so be a rebel
And not be hostile Dr. Jekyll
We shake hands they sniff butts
At the ecosystem level
At the ecosystem level
At the ecosystem level
At the ecosystem level
The biosphere of corporate life
Lies and greed and the legal knife
Corporate antelopes stray from the herd -- economic Darwinism is the word
Animals and Indians
At the ecosystem level
Unstable harmonic resonances
Ancient civilization
It lasted over 3000 years
Is it boom is it bust or stagnation?
Where do we go?
The economy of vapor with wealth only on paper
One person's lover is another person's raper
Don't go out of bounds and sell your soul to the devil
Know your limitations at the ecosystem level
Where do we go?
She couldn't stand tall, with her back to the wall
Eighty hours a week
The financial nirvana of slavery is what the companies seek
Just like the coolies back in the days when the golden spike was laid
They work to the bone
For their house and their family; for their family and home
All through the holidays she worked, and she spoke not a word
Until the one day when she didn't show up
And then another one; don't you know something was up
Corporate coolies, corporate slaves
Serfs to your graves
They found her there on the floor
She couldn't give any more
She always thought it was a career path
But it turned out to be like a replay of the "Grapes of Wrath"
Corporate coolies, corporate slaves
Serfs to your graves
Let this be a warning to all you beware
You never know what's behind the face there
You might just explode or you might die
But the robber barons don't care
What care they what we give of ourselves
We will never get back
When we try to reclaim our humanity
We end up getting sacked
I have a message
That I wanna take to the heart of America
So I thought I'd deliver it
Via pipe bomb and a happy smiling face
Nobody can tell what's wrong with me
But I tell them that it's what God told me to do
But the way that He appears to me
Is obviously different than the rest of you
I just wanna go
On a 3000 mile journey to see how many mailboxes I can blow
I want to give you
A message of hope and joy and blow your face off
In the meantime but that's OK you'll see
And you will not be afraid of death
After you listen to me
And I know that I'm gonna take you to paradise
Where they're all playing God with dice
I got a message
That I wanna take to the heart of America
The land of the free and the home of the brave
I'm not a terrorist, I'm just a sprightly knave
I put a message in there (In your rural mailbox)
That's gonna blow you away &endash; literally (I'm a happy psycho)
There's something in there about the government (I'm a happy psycho)
But that's just a red herring to throw 'em off my scent (I'm a happy psycho)
And off I went
I have a message
A new day's another day
I hoped she wasn't just hopin'
Seeking the long way
And find the door open
The piper is playing
She's got answers to behold
To the deep questions
Of shiny things of gold
Papa knows the balance is in the ditch
He got lucky and married that
For God knows her sole intent
Oh the shadow's on it's Old Crow on a Sunday
No understanding
Beautifully whack
And mortal men won't get that
First heart attack
Anxiety will kill you
Don't let the fear define you
Speak your tongue
As you please
It's a new day Sunday
Old Crow in a bottle
It's a spring like Sunday
My wife's at the cottage
It's a spring like Sunday
Getting ready for the Monday
Guitar Solo over verse vamp
Eye contact is acceptable
Though you know in her soul
That she wants
To please and to get at me
Refrain
It's a new day Sunday
Old Crow in a bottle
It's a spring like Sunday
My wife's at the cottage
It's a spring like Sunday
To play in the box
It's a religion we don't talk
Well I'm not mopey
But I am dopey
And I don't know what to say
Cause we're supposed to be mopey today
But I'm not mopey
No I'm not
Matter of fact I'm not even slightly mopey right now
I'm just reveling in my suck
We're just kinda stupid
And that suits us just fine
You know we like
Women and wine
But you know we're gonna
Rock the town silly
You know that we're more like
Carter's brother Billy
In the beginning was the organization
It begat strategization
They formed a plan for globalization
Let there be light
There was creation
Creation Incorporated
We make money
To buy stuff
To improve the economy
To make more money
To buy more stuff
To improve the economy
It's a vicious cycle
We were rockin in the shed just the other day
The roof caved in -- it just gave way and there we were
With 250,000 angry yellowjackets
Well I shoulda called Terminix before
When there were only 3 or 4
Well we were running around inside the room
And we didn't see any way out of our doom and our gloom
Because they were stinging us to death
But we're gonna keep on rockin' till our very last breath
Well we'll even come back from the dead
Just to rock and sock and kick you in your head
Because our music's never gonna go away until we get heard
You can't even kill us because we're on the Internet like nerds
250,000 angry yellow jackets
Are clinging to my skin and they're diggin in
Well they're gonna be the death of me
But that's OK because wine and women and song were gonna be
And maybe the world will be better off without us
But I fail to see how that would exacly be
Because were here to rock the socks off of the people of the earth
And they would be better off if they would listen to me
The right wing sucks
Eat your vegetables
Kill the citizenry
My God told me to
Kill the citizenry
The God told me to
He lives in my left ear
Tells me things
Tells me to kill citizenry
And I think it's a good thing
I don't know why I do it
Except that's the excuse that I use
I could tell you anything
But that's what I choose
Citizens are so easy to kill
They just stand there
They remind me of cattle
And that's what we're gonna do with them
We don't know why
But we claim that God told us to
If you think we're stupid
You don't have a clue
Cause we've got the power of God on our side
Of course the people coming after us think they got God on their side
Well we're just stupid you know it
We haven't figured it out
But you know we're all gonna
Go up in a big cloud
Because I suffer from metal fatigue
I don't know what happened to me
I got crushed just the other day
And now I'm just a pile of corroded shit
I don't know what to do about it
But I think I need another hit
Because I suffer from metal fatigue
Here's Words from another song
To say how long it's been
Would be absurd to stay in tune and sing again
Johnny go home, Johnny go home
Rooster's gonna fly
He's gonna live in the chicken house my o my
Better than a dogs life
No variety no spice
A Propped up dog's life
A Propped up dog's life
Couch ornament next to the table
Where he burns his brand down
His fingers are brown
A Propped up dog's life
Go to bed tonight
Fix those big dark sacks under your eyes
Steel wheels good on my feet
I'm so happy in the street
Be young and do my thing
I'll pass your house once more today
Don't you stay away from me
Practice my some tricks in the street
Jump off the handrails next to the fire hydrant
Fly through a ditch
To keep me from you
Don't stay away from me I know where you live (peekaboo)
Old man hobbles down the lane
No fun left for him to please
In the street is where I want to play with you
In the street
Don't stay away from me I know where you live (over on the 2nd floor)
What's that?
Drivin' down the road lookin' out of my window
It might be a bird that got splattered
It might be a deer from last year
I do not wanna clutch it
It looks like roadkill
I do not wanna even touch it
It looks like roadkill
It might be a dog what lost its way
It might be a cat -- well that's OK
It looks like some unrecognizable 4 legged vertebrate
It smells real bad but it ain't no skunk
It might be roadkill
I ain't gonna put it in my trunk
It might be roadkill
Watch out
Some day some hillbilly come around and eat you
It might be in gopher gravy, maybe in o-possum stew
It's yummy
Oh yeah it's roadkill
It's yummy
Oh yeah it's roadkill
I. I spilled my beer today
I spilled my beer today
It was a sad thing
Now I don't know what to do
I spilled my beer today
It was a bad thing
There's the shelf but what happened to my brew?
I lost my beer today
It spilled on the floor
I'd go to the cooler but there isn't any more
I spilled my beer
O yes I did I spilled my beer
If I had another one
I wouldn't be done
I spilled my beer today
It wasn't much fun
And now there's no more for anyone
We should go make a beer run
Before our day is done
What did you
Do with my brew?
Who spilled my brew?
II. I see the bubbles
I see the bubbles on the carpet today
Don't know why they're not in my mouth
It's gonna leave a stain
To remind me of my incident
Hooah
III. Other possibilities
You know it wouldn't be so evil
If was a Coors or some other gut rot brew
Maybe a Michelob or some other cervesa
But it was Beck's and that won't do
It would even could be a Miller Lite
Or a Natural Lite
Or another kind of lawn mower beer
But the only thing better than the Becks
Would be one of Pfiesteria's own home brewed beers
IV. Maybe
Maybe I'll do better next wine
Maybe I'll spill some wine
At least it's not tragic as good old beer
Maybe we'll just buy more
Next time we go to the store
That's probably the best idea of all
I try to speak but nobody's listening
I'm protected from the things they think will hurt me
I can't own a gun and I can't smoke
And I'm enslaved in religion's yoke
I can't decide what's wrong or right
And I get rejected by this porno site
Firewall, we live behind a firewall
I'm panhandled on the phone
People watching me when I'm alone
No beer for me on Sunday morning
My boss reads my email without any warning
On the Internet I'm always chasing tail
But I'm not even sure it's a female
Firewall, we live behind a firewall
I can't keep nothing secret anymore
Not even the flowers I got for my mistress
With my discount card at the grocery store
They sent a special coupon to my wife
And now she's trying to "Bobbitt" me with a ginsu knife
Where were you?
That day in school
Harassment has begun, and joined in by almost everyone
I wondered why you let it go
It wasn't that you didn't know
Their cruelty allowed tacitly
When you stood by so silently
Get out of my way
Or you'll die today
It doesn't matter to me
Whether you whimper or scream
Where were you?
I work there too
They screwed me in a royal way
Now I'm getting out my Walther PPK
I seethe with boiling hate
I don't want to arbitrate
The institutional politics
They stifle justice with their little tricks
Get out of my way
Or you'll die today
It doesn't matter to me
Whether you whimper or scream
The Right Wing Sucks
O Yes it truly does
And if you want to know why &endash; well because
Because they're absurd
Because they're bizarre
But most of all because they are
The Right Wing Sucks
They are ridiculous
They are insane
But most of the time, they're just plain
They're just plain callous
They're just plain mean
They're just plain everything in between
The Right Wing Sucks
The Right Wing Sucks
O Yes it truly does
And if you want to know why &endash; well because
Because they're absurd
Because they're bizarre
But most of all because they are
They are ridiculous
They are insane
But most of the time, they're just plain
They're just plain callous
They're just plain mean
They're just plain everything in between
The Right Wing Sucks
They really really really really really suck