1. Pretty Lush
I draw them on reckless, etched in, scratched in like resurrection.
Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too.
I've got to give some to get some.
Mining in the river, standing in the rain.
Down on your knees as you heave at the drain.
You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow
orders.
And I said, Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you needed?
Give it some more time.
Tonight I'm going to a party, but its already started without me.
I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phrase.
I've got to give some to get some.
The disco ball spins away another year.
I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year.
Only three words come to mind (True Till' Death)
2. Siberian Kiss
Give me back my pictures of me.
Me, you, and him that makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress
and I hope that you know.
Like a bitch in heat I hope she know.
So put another coin in and turn the crank until the frames
cease to move and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows.
Staring at a Parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet,
the characters don't speak, and the characters are
like mirrors facing mirrors:
space always expanding.
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames
cease to move and the movie turns into a photo,
a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows.
A hiccup in paradise I keep you jealously to myself,
in a photo the size of a kiss,
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about.
I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing.
There's always one more thing.
If I can't have you know one will.
Pushing a lover to love another.
Are you turned on?
I keep you jealously to myself.
9. Piano
Three times alone this week I was supposed to be a rock star.
I only beat you when I'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying.
We are supposed to be the ones to set the air afire.
Three times alone this week I was made into a liar.
Whether (or not) I found the gold, I never told.
Richer: I, Brilliant White.
I.
I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches.
Show me what you got girl and scratch it because it itches.
Call me chameleon and extinguish my fire.
Three times alone this week I was supposed to be a liar.
Maybe not.
Why the stare? Would I lie about that which I'm scared?
What did I say to you?
Step into a pot of gold, rejoice in fire that which soons burn cold.
What did I say to you?
I can't deny the throat, the love, sincerity.
I can't deny it.
I've got to keep my P.M.A.
11. Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence
That burning feeling.
Red liquids.
Clear liquids.
Blessed are the sick.
Children shiver in the river.
Where is our god now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say,
Under.
I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine.
When pining away my time.
Within sin
With no redemption
We will find our souls
and the shells they're kept in
all wasted away.
Blessed are the sick in me.
The prey, the thrill, the chill and we
are martyrs that crumble on time.
Predestination.
We'll stop upon dimes.
and hed constructed us all in El Segundo,
as the shivering children pray.
Demons in
demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.
Beggars wed choosers.
Red sheets.
Bed sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.
It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling.
In the sun
I've got this for you
it's under my finger nails.
I brought this for you.
It's typically Sunday.
I'm digging a hole.
I'll shut out the world,
I'll shut out the world,
This is what it's like to be alone,
This is what it's like to be alone.
12. Hotel Of The White Locust
Welcome to Hollywood Girl
My dance has passed.
Welcome to Hollywood girl.
Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore.
Combine the throbbin' in my head
with the rhythm of my fucking feet.
Say a novena for all those lost
and read the bloodstains on the sheets.
I've whored myself for less than this
and I've prayed to appear to fed.
As I knelt on my pillow God,
I clenched the fucking fists and banged my head.
Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
Take the place of me? [x2]
Now I kiss up to God my fists
and I pray to keep my head
though I like your pretty eyes better blackened
and my fists all fucking red.
Through sickness and health,
I've kissed up to God two years, I have focused..
On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust.
Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
Take the place of me?
Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
No one can the place of me?
Wipe...
Wipe off your mouth.
Get up off your knees and make me your god.
Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever?
It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore,
You cost what you're worth.
Followed by a boy like this,
Re-united by all your visits.
As long as your mouth is shut you'll still be fuckin beautiful.
Pack your shit and leave, and take my memories of her with you.
(I don't need to know)
...And take her fucking with you