CRAZY PHIL
Crazy Phil had a wife & two kids, a bad temper & two fists, & he put them to use any chance that he had. I wonder what happened the day things went bad. Old Phil went & killed some guy at the bar with just his fists & his irate hatred. With his car & his last week's paycheck he left for Carolina. He left just in time cause the cops came to get him just that day.

FAST SONG, SLOW WOMEN

(IT'S LIKE PUTTING A) BAND-AID OVER A BULLET HOLE
You just open your mouth & swallow it down. Luxury, it's your drug of choice. America is getting high off 57" & the genius sales pitch "Consume. Devour. Money means the power to get what you want out of life." I want to see Sweet 16's, Laguna Beach & The O.C. wiped clean from the face of history. It's time to clean & dress this wound. As long as we need we will continue to bleed. It's like putting a Band-Aid over a bullet hole.

I PUT THE GUN TO MY HEAD, BUT PUNK ROCK PULLED THE TRIGGER
I don't think I'll make it out of this place. I got a hand of aces, yeah a hand of eights.

I WON'T REVOLT, THEY GOT MY DRUGS
I won't revolt they got my drugs. They got my welfare they got my food stamps. They send me those monthly checks, got the noose around my neck and they use it like a leash. Don't want revolution I want tobacco alcohol and narcotics. I like convenience stores and malls, used cars and justice for all, God bless the U.S.A. Whatever happened to "Better Dead Than Red"? Whatever happened to "The Soviet Threat"? If they tell you to fear the reds or Iraq instead you blindly listen. I like sex and drugs and violence, support our troops and our cause. I got a magnet on my car I support the fucking war as long as I don't have to fight it.

THE MATCH THAT WAS STRUCK IN THE PAPER CITY
Born & raised in Western Massachusetts, dirty dingy old (413). We are the match that was struck in the Paper City.

NOVOCAINE
Novocaine can't kill this pain & percoset's won't work. I drank a lake of whiskey since you've been gone. Your cerulean can't see through these lies, cause your're gone like yesterday. I wear my heart on my sleeve, my pride's in my shoes. My guitar plays maladies & my heart speaks the truth.

NO WIFE, NO HORSE, NO MOUSTACHE
Do you remember the night Provost beat Chris within an inch of his life at the old park where we used to roll Phils long before I started the war with the Devil & his pills? Do you remember the heat the night I got arrested down on Pleasant St.? For Officer Young it must have been a wet dream. No, I'm not paranoid he was always after me, that dirty motherfucker. Do you remember the day we realized we couldn't play the album we made? It was a rap tape. Ever since that we kept on playing but we still can't fucking play. Remember the times that we had? They're gone now the past is the past & the future will never seem to come. So hang on to today.

PALESTINIAN KNIGHTS
My daddy was a shyster, a liar and a thief he took all of those blessings and bestowed them on me. My mommy was a mess, a junkie and a drunk she tried to die a hundred times but no such fucking luck. Money grubbing, shysty hypocrite got you hands in my pockets. I, dirt poor hungry and homeless but still you took my share. Hypocrite, hypocrite. It's hard to call you family when you were never there now you're sick and dying why the fuck should I care? It's hard to deal with life when you're only six years old and then man that went and made me left me all alone. Why me? Why you? Why anyone at all?

PLANES IN BUILDINGS

PLEASANT ST. TO BUM CIRCLE
I'm on a roll, man I'm rolling down the street. I'm gonna roll, roll down to Pleasant St. Gotta find a course of action so to speak. I'm broke man, I ain't got food to eat. Cause the body of my body just makes me hungry & the blood of my blood won't quench this thirst. We three, the Trinity. Neither, Nor & Well, Almost five years since I became a thief & a liar. It saved my life. Helps with stress, lost love, life.

Reversal is the only thing we can count on. I know my good luck's gonna change. We went from Pleasant St. to Bum Circle & fell amongst thieves.

THE ROAD
The Road is the best drug that I've ever known, it makes me feel safe when I'm feeling all alone. You can count me in for the trip anywhere you go, just give me one more fix, one more shot of the road. I saw Compton down on Crenshaw St. It was so much nicer than the dirty east. Slept in the desert under California stars w/ me Eli, Forrest, David, Ian, & Mark. Went to Colorado after Vegas one night, saw the Rocky Mountains in the early morning light. Hit Ft. Collins when the light turned to night, it was good to see my old friend Seth again.

THE ROCK SONG
Won't you sit down, have a drink & talk about life & all the dreams we once left behind?

SAME SIX STRINGS
I could write the words will make you want to cry accompanied by music that will tear you up inside. I could play as good as all them other guys existing on velvet voices and borrowed fucking lies. I still play the same six strings I played when I was with you but they're always out of tune. I could write the rebel music that would make you want to scream. Even my amp full blast wouldn't wake you from this dream. You've got everything you want in this so called "democracy". I wait for revolution, well you sit complacently. I still write the sad luck songs I wrote when you left me but they're old and out of key.

SIX
6:00 came so quick like the sick that grips my gut. You don't want to see me like this. I'm trying hard but lying to myself & everyone else. I know you don't deserve all this. A junkie's dream to get clean, no more schemes or chasing dreams. I just want to quit. On my own, all alone. Man, I'm always alone amongst friends my money spent, just like my brain. It's always worse in the morning time. The Devil's always calling from the back of mind. In the sunshine or the rain I'm always gonna come crawling back again.

TO THE VICTIMS OF SCHOOL VIOLENCE
I wanna stay young till I die but I can't say anything fun about being a kid today. Drilled, pressured to be #1, bred to be slaves to the almighty dollar. Add MTV reality, product placement. It's brainwashing. Blank stares, designer clothes. Teacher reads like a mindless machine. Some don't care they're just underpaid. Cries for help just seem to slip by; that's a job for guidance, open your eyes. Quiet, kept to himself never thought he'd snap. Open your eyes! Why did the gun come out? Why did they have to die? Open your eyes! To the victims of school violence: I have witnessed, I feel your pain. We should protect the teachers, uphold contracts (there's an obvious extension). Kids flipping burgers make better pay. Honor them, they honor our children. Open your eyes.

WE WENT FROM JERICHO INTO JERUSALEM (& FELL AMONGST THIEVES)
Remember the days you're cold & it's dark, searching for pills when nobody's home. As the pain it creeps up my spine it's hard to feel that I'm too young to die. The bell outside my house, it rings so goddamn loud. Or should I say flat? Across the street from the laundromat. & a train flies from the tracks while we're all still running from the fucking cops. It's a miracle I'm not in cell that's locked. I won't ever rest until I feel that we're set free. I can't even sleep I feel the cops are watching me. (But) tonight, I'm gonna be alright. Tonight I promise you.

YOU MAY GET A DEAL AT WAL-MART, BUT JESUS SAVES
Thought there'd be some truth and more things that matter, but there is more about Paris than our troops in Iraq. Buy this car watch as status grows, dress like a star or you won't get laid. Hurry! Buy now! While supplies last! New and improved made w/ more fear. As my attention strays father kills coach at a baseball game. Children watch while spoonfed fear, graphic depictions so violent slowly desensitize. You lie you exploit and destroy, I think that's why we're all so paranoid. YOU MAY GET A DEAL AT WAL-MART BUT JESUS SAVES! An impulse to consume in the land of the brave. Are we going to burn in hell? Ya we're going to burn in hell! Hurry! Buy now! While supplies last! New and improved made w/ more fear. As my attention strays mother drowns kids, she had a stressful day. Children watch while spoonfed fear, guns and death and politics slowly desensitize. See you in hell, my dear. Get down on your knees and prey.