Halifax

And far away in moonlit sky
a solitary pigeon flies over
bloody hilltops made of stone.
There's only one word on his breath, but to speak it would be certain
death, and he clearly doesn't want to die. We lay a cross upon a hill, and I suspect it lies there, still. It feels like it was yesterday. There are no words for Halifax who sits inside his cadillac and
judges the leather on the seats.
The empty house across the street is where we used to meet and watch on and on as time went by.
We can no longer run.
Our legs fell off, the Gods
have won. We're tired and misguided (just like you.) At least I didn't waste my life trying to get to Paradise. At least I lived my own lie.

Nuclear Family

In your arms is your bird's dead body
on the skeletal frame of a bed. Take it with you. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

At the kitchen table, Susie sits inert and so forever. The others would sit reading ashes, and another one of those hot flashes comes.

The clocks don't chime, but time still passes.
Eeeeeeeeeeeee. The remains of the Nuclear Family.
Eeeeeeeeeeeee.
This is the Nuclear Family.

Stay Back! (I'm Allergic to Buttcrack!)

I've felt too much.
My bulbs are dim.
My time is short.
You/I've lived in sin.
But stay back!
I'm allergic to buttcrack! Stay back, now! Stay back! I'm allergic to buttcrack!
Stay back, now.
Yeah. Yeah.
La la la la la...
Stay back.

Angry Song

Whenever you're feeling angry... Whenever you're feeling down...
Well, I can help! I'm off the shelf!
I'm a regular Ku Klux Clown!

I'm up here with my jokers.
We're ready to attack.
Take off your clothes, get your Crucian rose! I think I pulled my Jack!

I've got all your worries!
I'm a-feeling all your angst!
We'll get through together.
Run 'em over like a Russian tank!

Hail to the King

She's a city
girl. She rocks
my world.
She's got stuff.
Sweet and blonde.
Keeps my kitchen
clean.
Unrealistically hot
so she's perfect for me
and that's why she's in
my video.
Hail to the King!
The aphids are all dying as you're
rolling the stone. Don't take these words for granted:
leave the others alone! Eat a sack of rhubarb on the fiery throne! Hail! Hail to the King!
Lay still when you are dying or you're bad to the bone! Don't take these words for granted: leave the others alone! Everything's enormous in the eyes of a gnome! Hail! Hail to the King! Nothing is as touching as a hit to the home! Don't take these words for granted: leave the others alone! Don't steal anything, but hey! When in Rome! Hail! Hail to the King!

Trapdoor

He fell through the trapdoor, but forgot to choke, and told a joke about a country under siege by slabs of meat.His brain's on fire, undermined, uncivilized. Totally loco. Locked away and privatized.

A Cyclon Circus, full of borgs and motherboards shooting lasers of hatred, and comedians drinking acid. Even prying death defying stunts.

Secret Santa

Secret Santa...
Secret Santa for the KKK.
Secret Santa...
Drive my sleigh doin' 88.
I steal all the toys from black
girls and boys.
It feels good.
Secret Santa...
Take Hanukkah bikes
from those little ****s.
Secret Santa...
I'm robbin' the hood
doin' the world good.
On Rudolph!
On Adolph!
On Himmler!
On Blitzkrieg!

HORNY TOAD

70 seconds, now until the world
explodes. The bones are in the
back seat, and there's lightning
on the road.
The worms all come out from the
ground to feed the horny toad.

Elephants on wings of glass fly up
above in space.
Sages hide beneath the sky, pass out drunk, and wait.
But Lo! Behold! And piss upon the
bloated paper weights.

Lobo

Lobo was howling in
the night.
His tricks could
not save his one
dear wife.
And as he walked
away, he went
back home to
say good night
to a grave.
Lobo was the
'King of Currumpaw.'
Seems like
a nice fellow
with a strong
jaw.
He's not happy, now.
He's just gonna howl, tonight.
(Dramatic exit)

Emo-A-Go-Go

Hours on hours. Waiting on end. Flowers sent by a friend.

I was walking down the road one night. She had bangs and a jacket, and a couple snakebites. A car sped down the road, and knocked her to the side.
I rushed over to make sure she was alright.

At the hospital in the morning I asked her how she felt. She said she felt fine and thanked me for the help. I gave her a rose and asked her if I could love her forever and if she'd be mine.
She blushed, and she answered and my soul did fly.

About a month later, she was beaten to death.
Her eyes were burnt out like two cold cigarettes.
Her hair was all tangled, and the cuts on her thighs
said 'I'll love you forever, until the day that I die'.
Now, that's my story, my tale of woe.
How my true love did die down... down in Mexicooooooooooo.

Warped Wanker

I see them standing on the satellite's edge.
Ready to jump into glass from a car.
They only know what they use in one day.
Don't worry, they're afraid of the dark.

Green arrow pierces piercing blue eyes.
The caskets twitch, and the dead are alive.
Suicide hornets detonate the beehives.
Warped wanker, only tonight!

My Rival's Dead

He went off in September (went where?)
To help and fight the war.
He came back in December in a brand new stylish hearse.
And I'm Glad my rival's dead. I'm glad my rival's dead.

Well, I was at his funeral. Couldn't help but crack a grin.
I don't know who invited me, but hey! Sucks for them!
'Cos I'm glad my rival's dead. I'm glad my rival's dead.

(brief and tacky solo)

He used to pick on me in highschool (oh really, now?) and steal all my girls.
But HAHAHA those days are over, now.
And I'm singing Joy to the World.
'Cos I'm glad my rival's dead. JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY JOY!

SAINT ED II

In the old days
when bolts in the windows were silent.
Mountains reached from hilltops choking
the sky.
The fog
smelled sweet
and rose like a breeze.
The breeze sobbed with joy as it was released from the water in the park.
Eyes hazel and brown, fresh rain coming down.