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plymouth rock | the candy machine and my girlfriend | sangre de stephanie | roaming the foam | star wars hips | let's get incredible

plymouth rock
--
she says it's good to get tan
she says it's bad to get burned
she says it's great gettin high
she says it's lame to get fried
she says there's way too many drugs
too many chumpy junkie thugs

and it ain't no fun fallin 5 flights of stairs to a real fierce fisting
and it ain't that sweet workin six nights a week and your swimsuit gets ripped
and it's dripping wet with frosting
it's colossal, it's much bigger than us
it's the shit they stick in liquor makes us lick the chicks that we don't even love)
and it ain't that great and it ain't that great

the candy machine and my girlfriend
--
thugs with drugs and clubs and pubs and bars
the entertainment and arts
the give the take the wakin up on trains
the fruits they flared in the flames
the green grapes and the grain
and all the dances we learned
the twist the turn the give yourself a perm
the callogen in your kiss
the limpwrists always make the sweetest fists
she's perched atop the pillow in her booth
she says it's 20 if i'm sposed to tell the truth
after 40 then i went down on your wounds with scotch and soda

the sticky sharks and the steamy saunas
pock marked pervs and the pink pirhanas
credit card chicks takin cash advances
lovers in the lockdown under shady circumstances
the flirty from the dirty dancers
and new rochelle is for the new romantics

she says i'm scratched up on glass
and i'm so strapped for cash it goes through me so fast
i can't go back to cali, stuck in milwaukee
we drank on the roof and we pissed on the city

heschers hangin on the hoods of the cars
they did the hairnets, the cigarettes, the bears and the sublet
guess it all started in your apartment
jenny's pretty jumpy, pulls a gun out of the glove compartment
and she shoots it off to try to impress you
first she gets off then she tries to undress you
and you wake up and you don't know how your hand got in the tapedeck
a skimpy outfit for a lousy paycheck
and new rochelle is full of bloody car wrecks

sangre de stephanie
--
her tongue it turned blue from the tropical drinks
after the discotheque, of course she got sick in the sink
put on the paint it black, shrug off her shoulder straps
pulled out a plastic bag
woke up in heat stuck to her red rubber sheets

we're budweiser, we're benzadrine
we went down on the smoke machine
we're molson ice, we're percosets
won't you share your cigarettes with me and my friends

and after the asparin binge, before she got sent to the shrink
she had me up for a couple of drinks
put on the porcupines, close the venetian blinds
woke up in rags and wrapped in a plastic bag

we're budweiser, we're benzadrine
we went down on the cash machine
we're molson ice, we're percosets
we're all out of cigarettes

and early on in the breaking dawn
woke up to the sabbath song
and her hair was let down but her dress was still on
she crossed herself and it turned me on
said jesus i'm jumpy

later on in the break of dawn
broke up to the nazareth song
and her hair was back up but her dress was all gone
she crossed herself and it turned me on

she's gettin stoned when i came down the stairs
tryin to decide what the fuck she could wear
and i helped her to take off that hair shirt
slide right into that slit skirt
and i'm glad you invited him
like to know what i'm up against

the cars, the bars, the moonshine in mason jars
the sex and the dexitrim swung from the jungle gym
and jane, you're lame, the cocaine's for teenagers
the bud and the benzedrine, fucked with the fog machine
on and on in the breaking dawn

roaming the foam
--
tiny bubbles are always leadin me knee deep into some sort of trouble
these YayYo hoes take off their clothes and try to get me to give them something chemical
and are you dancin like you're staggering drunk
or are you drinkin like you're tryin to dance
hey soap suds, you know you're way too quick to fall in love
she's got the fingerless gloves, she's got the nails done up in the nasal drugs
shorty makin some love, some bingy basketballer on some bearskin rug right
and she came on like she wanted a kiss, now she's kissin like she already came
she came on like she wanted a kiss, now she's kissin like she already came

(and all the trash got gacked)
they sit and stare and stare and sit and sniff and sing along with the soundtrack
you know where you are, you're in the jungle baby, you're gonna die
(push it real good)

(and then the foam rolled in) i must admit i was a little bit aroused by it
(and then the foam rolled in) i must admit it felt a little bit erogeneous
(and then the foam rolled in) i must admit it felt a little bit anonymous
(and then the foam rolled in) i must admit i feel a little bit anonymous now

the fists, the foam and the fingerless gloves they felt so right
they felt so right
the microphone and the synthetic drugs it sounds so nice
it sounds so nice
your cokey kisses in the tunnel of love they taste like black ice
they taste like black ice
the microphone and the synthetic drugs it sounds so nice
it sounds so right

star wars hips
--
here's what happened at the back of the restaraunt
couple debutants, hundred bottles of wine
i walked into the walk-in cooler
cops got him with a pocket full of powder

got my pants back, got a cash advance
got a tape deck, not the regular kind
it's a secret, you can't see it
i can't believe it, i'm the informant

and hey, juanita, well i sold you out
got the pliers on my fingers and your name slipped out
didn't tell em 'bout your whereabouts
take the train downtown get lost in the crowd and
the pigs are comin outta the woodwork
the pigs are comin in through the windows

my advice is dye your eyes
and stay inside, i told them
'spose you heard about the nightclub fires
i've got two big scoops:
it wasn't just an accident, this is not conincidence
i got tired
i got tired
i got tired
and those guys got me wired

let's get incredible
--
this one goes out to all shady transactors, the actors, the hangers-on
blasting transistors, the tvs, the fisters, the 1st time french kissers
and the bags that you grabbed like a crab dude
and the rags you stuffed into your stab wounds
this one goes out to all the white druggie ravers, hey saviour, your soup is on
at the table with the breaking out blondes
there's a gaggle of gutted out swans
we groped on the green golf course lawn
and we sped through the 7th straight dawn
and we woke up in 7th street

first we got rushed and then we got crushed
these tiger-striped toughs are much bigger than us
first we got sliced and then we got swarmed
these sabre-toothed thugs are so heavily armed

this one goes out to all the heavyweight hangers-on, your whole fucking entourage
there's pricks in the peakskills, there's dust in these drum fills and this mouth's got mic skills
ask the brothels and hostels that housed us, ask the club kids as they crowded around us
this one goes out to all the white druggie ravers that keep puttin records on
cause they keep putting records out, cause the old ones keep wearin out
and i think the same thing that's eating you up on the inside
is the same guy that's eatin you out

(so that's when i said let's get incredible)
dude looks like jesus but sleeveless, says he's into Rush and reckless chemistry
met him in memphis, got him up to galilee, says it's easy to see
these kids want something new to get their eyes rollin back into their dreams
they want a cellophane celebration, a revolution rushing into dancefloor distribution

(from amhearst/hampton to boston, from trenton and princeton to camden)
hennepin and 7th to stinson, franklin and portland to clinton


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