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FLESHIES
THERE WILL BE NO APOCALYPSE
Do you understand this? There will be no apocalypse.
Let's make this very clear: You will probably be alive tomorrow.
Yes, religion is wrong - There will be no rapture.
You will not end up in heaven OR hell
and everyone who does not rush headlong into suicide
will remain in purgatory for the rest of their lives.
I'll shake your shoulders and shake my fists to make sure you get this:
There will be no apocalypse, and you don't need to die.
We'll see the sun tomorrow, gleaming out from behind the smoke
The pigeons will make their rounds.
There will be screams from your TV
Someone you know may die, and the grass will still grow.
There will be no apocalypse, but things will get worse.
DESPERATE, MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN
Have you refinanced your mortgage
are your kids in college now
is your husband aloof and disinterested?
Bored and scared, where's a distraction?
You walk in, drinking shitty whiskey out of a silver thermos
Blue blocker sunglasses hiding a hungry stare
Your clothes are loose now, but he's 17 and his pants are tight
Your movie starts in just a few, it's about chocolate
and it's all in French to boot - but the boy looks like your son
when he was non-threatening and cute
So you ask him to help you, he takes a break now
Your hair is silver, just like your Volvo
The one you bring him to
A 20-dollar tip and some brown weed and some dirty cocaine
and soon on his underweight frame you can't take your hands away
You're gonna come, come, come, come menopause
You're gonna come come menopause
You're conna come, come, come, come
You're unsatisfied, he feels used
Does Hugh Hefner ever feel like this too?
Now there's a telltale stain on the seat of your volvo
from your fantasy come true
Well, the memory ages until it's better
and you feel like new
THE LAST FRIDAY
The last Friday of your life and the shit just hit the fan
Surrounded by the ones you fucked as your life comes to an end
This ain't no Christmas carol, the future's here and now
A heart attack will bring you down, you're fucked, what can you do?
The last Friday of all time, Karma nips you in the ass
The ones you fucked won't take your life but they damn sure take your cash
They even call an ambulance, but it's just too fucking late
So they buy beer with your cash, you're fucked, you're a dick
No eulogy
This ain't no Eleanor Rigby
Nobody cares because you're a dick
It was in life you made them cry
Now they just laugh.
DON'T HATE ME FOR THE REWARD
Eight o clock AM and I haven't been up this early for weeks
Time to apply, all I do is lie, grease up my hole and then spread my cheeks
There's paint on my shoes. There's paint on my coat.
The other applicant spent more on HIS clothes than I do on coke!
I need a job, it's true, but I won't compete for you.
You're fighting for crumbs, wearing hundred-dollar shoes.
You just make me wanna lose.
You stick your flag in me like Iwo Jima
You want me dead like I was Ken Saro-Wiwa
I think I forgot just how to play your stupid hiring game
I don't like what you like, I won't say that I do
and yes, everything you've heard about people like me is true
I don't work with the public very well
and when the customer's wrong I can tell
I'd be on welfare if I could choose
but since I can't I think I'll lose at your game
No job, no food, no money, no rent
Modern (neo)economics wants me dead, but I'll never die
I'M ALIVE!
They want you to hate me for the reward
Rip me apart for dwindling resources
You may try to hate me
but when you die you'll realize you spent your life reinforcing a lie.
JUMPERS
I lost track of information
I was blitzed by opinion
They're all over this town, from the 110th story on down
A lot of them aren't even jumpers, a lot of them are window washers who fall
Opinions, and planes, and people all in the air
It won't make the papers if you don't photograph it
The air is filled with joy and weariness with all this lapidary bleakness
I lost track of information
I was blitzed by opinion
Tell me, what would cause you to jump?
ROSA
He tried so hard to keep her bound
She was bought and sold in some Norteno town
All those chains and dowries locked her in
Her grandmother would say it's just a little sin
For 10 long years she lived as if a slave
Pinned beneath his thumb in the United States
Solitary nights
She was a victim of unfettered free trade, he beat her daily, kept her locked away
until the day she was to be replaced, when she met him in the kitchen
and beat him to death with a table leg
Solitary nights
Rosa went and turned herself in
thinking that she would be treated fairly in the land of the free
The judge he put her away for life and then some
And Rosa found the chains they put on her were longer
than the ones she freed herself from
So she waits
and she counts the days
Never knowing what it's like to get away
YOU'RE ALL DOOMED
Hasn't anybody noticed that we're all doomed?
Did you divest your shares and leave the room?
This time the bankruptcy's physical - body, mind, and soul
devalued entirely, and would they call you a liar?
Your fence grows higher and higher, till they can't see over it any more
Biting their tongues, they think it's part of the process
Wouldn't want to seem upstart or ungrateful, now
So, if you were one of these kings for a day
wouldn't you feel/do the same?
Well, fences burn, baby, down to the ever-loving cold, cold ground
You can't keep the inferno outside forever
Didn't you notice that you're all doomed?
MAELSTROM OF WHIRLING BULLSHIT
I was launched from a cannon into a maelstrom of whirling bullshit
where everyone's faces are different, but their stories are all the same
This bike lane is awfully skinny
I've got a bad weave to my path
The car that just ran over me used to belong to me, I think
ELEVEN
Eleven! I'll flip you the double bird out my hands
like two big totem poles, oh yeah
Raise them up into the sky, let 'em fly
and you can watch them till you die
I could give you two thumbs up, I could give you a bag of plums
but instead I got you this - Two big finger and two small fists, yeah!
So what? You can't deflect all the photons bouncing
right off of these old pink stingers, yeah!
Shooting through the air like lightning fire with a mission
to crumble your puny empire, oh shit!
Reflect in your eyeballs quick, zoom right in and punch you in the dick
From the inside right into your veins, FUCK OFF!
'Cuz you're a loser, just like me
NO ONE
Got no flag, no rallying cry
No color, no symbol, no martyr
No leader, no nation
I've got no identification
I'm the one you overlooked, and I'm gonna...
I'm the one who's No One
And I am going to...
HE GOTS NO JOB
You're wearing that nice suit
all pinstriped and clean cut just below the knee
Blouse ruffled professionally - Do you feel free?
Do you make enough money?
You can slam yourself into that hard glass ceiling repeatedly
Do you wanna shave your head, make a shirt from the hair?
Put it in a decorative box and give it to your boss or your boyfriend?
Do you want more? Did someone call you a slave or a whore today?
Because we live in a time where you can be both, all in the same afternoon
Has he got no job? Did you ever work to support the slob?
Would it be better to be alone?
So how does it feel when you push like mad to get ahead
and still be somebody's bitch at the end of the day?
How does it feel?
I'll never know.
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
When the sun turns black and stops burning
and takes the last breath from the world all at once
are you so afraid that you'll take your own life
just to make sure you don't see that day?
The day seems so black
The day is so bright
There are so many days like that that you should enjoy
I hear they put mirrors behind windows to keep the spirits from coming in
For you is the mirror on the outside?
Does it keep you from leaving your house?
The day seems so black
The day is so bright
There are so many days like that that you should enjoy
Don't you be a fool, there's no excuse
Those ghosts are color-coded but they're not after you
PISCES REVENGE
Sweet little fishy's got teeth that will cut like a knife
You stick in your hook and you're hoping the fishy will bite
Well, the fishy's got legs, the fishy's got arms
the fishy knows fishy's that know where you're from
You've caught the wrong fishy
This fishy's got pokers and stingers and cannons too
Hallelujah! The Pisces have come! Hallelujah! The Pisces have come!
Hallelujah the Pisces have found their way!
THE STUFF
You got it! The right stuff, baby!
Hoo-Ride it! Hoo-Ride my heart, now!
Excite it! Excite my privates, ow!
Whadda you got? You got it!
What?
It!
You got The Stuff!
(Oh, The Stuff.)
What kinda stuff?
You got it!
The Stuff that you got!
THIS IS THE CITY WHERE ALL THE DIRTY ASSHOLES ARE SAFE
Now that I can see clearly, it just gives me a headache
It's much nicer when things are all out of focus and distant
because I think about dreams of topographic splendor and Socialism
Where there'll be no bad drugs, only the good stuff
and more sheep than people
Now that I can see clearly, I see how you all frown
I swear under my breath with all the things I can't SAY OUT LOUD
unless I'm joking, but this is no joke
This is what I need!
I have no real skills
I doubt they'll have me
But I gotta get out of here
It'll all be better in New Zealand
They don't have the bomb.
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