Like most babies smell like butter
his smell smelled like no other
he was born scentless and senseless
he was born a scentless apprentice

Go away - get away, get away, get a-way
every wet nurse refused to feed him
electrolytes smell like semen

I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets
there are countless formulas for pressing flowers

I lie in the soll and fertilize mushrooms
Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume

You can't fire me because I quit
Throw me in the fire and I won't throw a fit

Won't you believe it
It's just my luck

No recess

You're in high school again

In my eyes
I'm not lazy
In my face
It's not over
In your room
I'm not older
In your eyes
I'm not worth it
Gimme back my alcohol
Give me all your...

Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-Appointed judges judge
More than they have sold

If she floats than she is not
A witch like we had thought
A down payment on another
One at salem's lot

Serve the servants - Oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore

As my bones grew they did hurt
They hurt really bad
I tried hard to have a father
But instead I had a dad

I just want you to know that I
Don't hate you anymore
there is nothing I could say
that I haven't thought before

Serve the servants - oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore

Afraid to grade
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cross, self loss
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Some fear none
Wouldn't it be fun?

Your eyes... Teacher said,
Your eyes... Preacher said,
"Don't have nothing for you"

Spell the smell
Wouldn't it be fun?
Search for church
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cold in gold
Wouldn't it be fun?

Mom and dad went to a show
they dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please, don't go

Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone

Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatos and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meats too good

She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
thats what I did, I killed my toe

After dinner, I had ice cream
Fell asleep, and watched TV
Woke up in my mother's arms

Grandma take me home
I wanna be alone

Load up on guns and bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little tribe has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yay, a denia

Underneath the bridge,
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped
Have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
But its okay to eat fish,
'Cause they haven't any feelings

Something in the way

Up up up and down
Turn turn turnaround
Round round roundabout
And over again
Gun gun son of a gun
You are the only one
Makes any difference what I say
The sun shines in the bedroom
When we play
The raining always starts
When you go away

This song is for lovers out there
And the little lights in the trees
And all the flowers have gingivitis
And the birds fly happily
We're together once again my love

I need you back, oh baby baby
I can't explain just why we lost it from the start
Living without you girl, you'll only break my heart...

I can feel it I can hold it I can rub it I can shape it
I can mold it I can cut it I can taste it I can spank it Beat it Masterbate it

I been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol'
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make it do things you won't think it ever could

Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck
Well he never reads and he never draws
And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad blood yeah
I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain

Monkey see monkey do
I don't know why I'd rather be dead than cool
Every line ends in rhyme
Less is more, love is blind
Stay away
Give an inch, take a smile
Fashion shits, fashion style
Throw it out and keep it in
Have to have poison skin
Stay away
God is gay, burn the flag

They lead a lifetime that is comfortable
They travel far to keep their stomachs full
They make their living off of arts and crafts
They kind with seashells driftwood and burlap
They make a deal when they come to town
The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground
She loves him more than he will ever know
He loves her more than he will ever show
  Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart
  Keeps her photographs close to her heart
  Keeps the bitterness close to the heart