let's go hang out in a mall, or a morgue,
a smorgasbord
let's go hang out in a church
we'll go find Lurch
then we'll haul ass down through the abbey
is it money, it it fame
what's in a name, shame?
is it money, is it fame
or were they always this lame?

it's a crazy, crazy mixed up town
but it's the rattlesnake I fear
in another place, in another time
I'd be drivin' trucks my dear
I'd be skinnin' hunted deer
deer

let's go hang out in a bar
it's not too far
we'll take my car
we'll lay flowers at the grave of Jesco White
the sinner's saint
the rack is full and so are we
of laughing gas and ennui

it was an evening I shared with the sun
to find out where we belong
from the earliest days
we were dancing in the shadows

more wine
cuz I got to have it
more skin
cuz I got to eat it

inside the outside
by the river
used to be so calm
used to be so sane
I rushed the lady's room
took the water from the toilet
washed her feet and blessed her name
more peace
is such a dirty habit

slow down, we're too afraid

let me ride
let me ride
burn my eyes
let me ride

people should not be afraid
we came to the Earth to graze
no shortcuts to the face, this means you
a child gives you his shoes

people should not be afraid
we came to the Earth to graze
if it slithers into the haze
it can't be true
a child gives you his shoes

in the early morning, cut her down
the pill, she needs your love
forget your mother and your father
they aren't important son

we came to the Earth to graze
everyone's diggin' in
now there's no time to live
live

people should not be afraid
the artist does figure eights
but will it stand the test of time
or will it rot
like the mission that tried too hard

in the early morning, cut her down
the pill, she needs your love
forget your mother and your father
you'll fall apart inside

everybody's here
puke stinks like beer
this could be a city
this could be a graveyard
you stole my idea
you stole my idea

everybody's anxious
for the coming of the crisis
the collapse of the justice
I can smell your armpits
you stole my idea
you stole my idea
you stole my idea!
this puke stinks like beer and everybody's here

come on, come on, come on
let's lay waste to this century
come on, come on, come on
return to nothing

everybody's anxious
the crowd is all around us
the followers of Aldous
are spinning with their mescaline
a man behind the altar screams
you stole my idea
you were my idea!

and everybody's here
come on, come on, come on
let's lay waste to this century
come on, come on, come on
return to nothing, and help me

on the edge of a kiss, smack on the lips
dangled with tongue
on the edge of a peace that can't stand low
and won't stand tall

it's amazing what we can do with love
with some matches and gasoline, do with love!
it's amazing what we can do with love

everybody has a ghost
everybody has a ghost who sings like you do
yours is not like mine
but it's alright, keep it up

boy loses rib in New Orleans
he can't help eyein' up the whores
under the bridge
boy loses rib and lets a hellified cry into the dark
where did I go wrong?

where did I go wrong?
I never needed this before
I need a woman to help me feel

everybody has the dream
everybody has the dream like a world tattoo
yours is not like mine, it's alright, keep it up

the scalpel dives into the skin
good doctors never leave a scar
no proof again
I'll take the myth, you take the blood
it's all the same to the world dreamer
it's all the same in the end

where did I go wrong?
I never needed this before
I need a woman to help me feel

boy loses rib in New Orleans
he trades some ether for a chance
under the bridge

boy loses rib as he's summoned to the mud
flat on his back
cryin' where did I go wrong?

the baby's not screaming enough
the singer's not singing enough
ramana's not breathing, to us
behold the unsheathing, it's love

the blade is not ready to cut
it's dull from our thinking, it's rough

free love is a world I can't linger too long in
"free love" was just another party
for the hippies to ruin

behold the unsheathing, it's love
behold the unsheathing, it's love

free love is a knife through the jugular vein son, yeah
free love, I can't afford to add up what you fuckers are made of

my brother kicked his feet to sleep
my brother kicked his feet to sleep
my brother kicked his feet to sleep
and I sang the dirge song

my brother never missed a beat
my brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet
my brother kicked his feet to sleep
and I sang the dirge song

angel, don't you have some bagels in my oven?
lady, don't you know a man when you see one?
crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you?
kick your feet and calm the space that makes
you hollow

little swami's got his bowl to eat
little swami always walks his beat, sweet feet
little swami's got his bowl to eat
and I sing the dirge song

it's amazing how they come to see
the little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet
the little swami only wears a sheet
and won't sing the dirge song

anal, tight-assed soldier with that dogged heart
put down your gun
we are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart
and take it slow

anyone, caught in your mystery
keep it angry
keep it whispy
I've fallen down
drunk on your juices

turn my head
turn my head
it's aimed at you

funky temple
your dress is torn to shreds
your eyes are crazy
I bowed to save my head and
I can't forget you
but I can't remember

turn my head
turn my head
it's aimed at you

oh no,
we came to love you all day
these bastards are leavin'
somebody's got to stay
whatever we called you
it's just a name
just a name

I'll kill you in my dreams
I turn the other cheek during the day
I'll kill you all

the subculture of my dreams
is waiting for me to fall asleep
I know you're scared, you should be
I know you're scared

hero
dreamer

this attic of my mind
these feelings I can't hide
I can't share
I feel alone, ah yeah
the subconscious keeps me here
I fell in love with a balladeer
I saw your tongue, it licked my heart
they called you queer

hero
dreamer
hero

they called you queer
they called you queer
they called you queer
they called you queer

if the mother goes to sleep with you
will you run and tell Geraldo
if the mother bears your children without tears
without the usual costs of labor

if the mother goes to bed with you
will you run and tell the neighbors
will you hide behind that get up that you wear
or will you take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade
like Peter did on the hill

will you call her a freak?
will you call them freaks?

if the mother goes to bed with you
will you run and tell the papers
how she picked you from a line up in downtown philadelphia
with a cigarette hangin' out of your mouth and henry miller in your back pocket
you little fucker

if the mother goes to bed with you
in the bowels of the cathedral
will you render her asunder with what she really needs
or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about
finding yourself in your mother's arms

will you call her a freak?
will you call them freaks?
or will you call them Gods?
will you call them freaks?

you know your sperm is weak
you never looked, so high
to ever find her so low
you did not have to go, that far
to show her you were holy

now you know they're gonna come for you
and drag your silly name into the mud
if the mother bears your children without tears
and without the usual costs of labor

looks like America's dropped her load
she was ready to explode
I could not see her from up here
cuz she was lyin' in the road

my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
my head's in the ground

looks like America's dropped her load
she tried to call me on the telephone
"everything is fine, now the baby's here!"
she'll have to handle this one on her own

my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
the priests were all stoned

california was in my mind
and love was a game that we played

my head's in the ground
I can't make a sound
the priests were all stoned
the fact that you moaned

my head's in the ground (repeat)

if I was half alive
then you were dead
subsistin' on that same old bread

it's the memory that hides
the whole wide world
it's the gas hed's love of America

it's the memory that hides
take your photographs back
for the love of all Gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on

he's a bonified man
a star amongst his clan
and the only one that let me ride

it's the memory that dies
our gas hed was right
when they lanced his skull
there was puss and light

it's the memory that dies
so take your photographs back
for the love of all Gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches

it's the memory that dies
and make your photographs black
for the love of all Gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on

gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio