Maybe I Could Run
There's a little man inside my head telling me its time I get a head Says that I've been missing the good things that life has to give Better buckle down, dress for success, get a Better job behind a desk Time to stop your dreaming and find some secure little nest
Maybe its a fact that a poor boy is under the gun.........
but Maybe I could run
Maybe I could Run from the feeling that there's nowhere left to run
Look at all the cars passing me by , Windows full of kids , out for a ride , People with a mission in life and the courage to lie
God I'm all alone here on the fence, First I'm turning right , then to the left , in camouflage they cage you with sweet smells of boundless success
Maybe i could Run, Maybe I could Run
Maybe I could run
from the feeling that there's nowhere left to run
and I'll hide from what I must do and hope that it all gets done
Here within my humble home I can't relax my thoughts will roam, I know Im here too much alone but danger waits outside I'm told and aren't we all just passing time ? you paint I write , we'll be denied our choices . chance , achievement fate , awaiting judgement (the part I hate . to risk , to try to fall and fail . Too Much too soon will be the nail , driven through this precious flesh , I hope I haven't said too much 'cause it can and will be used against any man who takes the test to find that there's no other side , there's only time until you die ...... could i be wrong to believe in the sun ?
I'd rather run , I'd rather run,
Maybe i could Run, Maybe I could Run
Maybe I could run from the feeling that there's nowhere left to run
copyright 2009 Quazmo-Fate Publishing BMI
This is a message to the children
Of the Vanishing Man
Its time to live your life as free of all the hate you can
Somebody left you. But they left you in the loving arms
Of somebody you probably don’t appreciate at all
Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
She’s not a model or an actress or a big athlete
She’s winning races none of them could even quite compete
It might get tough at times
Wonderin how and why
Scrapin up the pennies til payday
Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
There is no big reward, academy awards
Don’t get handed to the lady in the cheap dress
Single Mothers (are the Heroes of the Modern World)
all lyrics copyright 2008 Quazmo-Fate Publishing BMI
(in the dim light of) Flesh That’s Fading
perhaps good exists somewhere
in the snatch of a crack whore
fibers of my marlborro
on the glass of the new TV
as it beams down at me
the nightly superior
I know the answer’s
beyond me, above me, beside me
and yes, in me
waiting to be revealed
in the dim lights of flesh just fading
Somewhere back a long time ago
there was something that happened
out on that road
and i remember
it crosses my mind and it makes me divine
when i think about it
but i don’t know why it means so much
in the dim lights
its just flesh that’s fading
well there’s a hole in every hole
and rooms in which to fill it with
and brightly lit rooms of recovery
just waithing to have it
on the dark mahogany of brown profit
both work for a while
both have more
in the dimly lit flash fading
in the dimly lit flesh fading
both work for a while and then pass
in the dim lights of flesh just fading
in the dim lights of flesh thats gone
in the dim lights of flesh thats fading
In the thick of it
Smoke-screen Limousine Show
Life in the Family
Cheap Fun
He came into this world in sixty five ,
to live his sixty years of normal life
a healthy child from very average means
doing only the most normal things
By law hew went to school when he was five
to be taught how to live a normal life
He sometimes took a look at life outside
but he was happy in his
skys are gray and work is suffering
nothing good is ever got for free
and the gray skys are always waiting
the factories and office never dies
one day the buildings will all tumble
to be built again in someone's normal life
he grew to question life and god and things
but finally acce;pted
the beliefs
it never really seemed like giving up
but giving in became a crucial part of him
he bit his tounge so much he lost a bit
the bloody toung ti came out in bitter spit
he came into the world a normal birth
nrmal height and weight and
Emily, (extra lyrics )
please don’t leave Emily alonehold her with arms that feel
like nothing could ever be so safe
have you ever punched the air and ;yelled out
God i want to cahnge something
tears are welling up in your eyes
but you don’t know just how or why
it might be the very last time
flying in ecstacy, falling in fraility
lipsyncing words she heard would make her seem normal
holding a little stuffed bear
she made with underwear
she saved since she was five
moving like clear blue marbles
coliding with Aesop fables
clutching at passing straws in the wind
taken by melodies
played by an Ancient priest
dancing round fires in her mind
it might be the very last time
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teenage acne (extra lyrics)
i paid for the parking and i paid for all the drinksI paid for the drugs that made my pleasure unit shrink
I made up a story about the inheritance to come
still I couldn’t hide tha breakout and the boil on my nose stung
cna’t anybody see the person that i am,
is it skin deep and shallowness that really makes the man
i can’t believe that this is happening, cna’t believe what ive become
someone who is battling himself and all it is
confidence has dissappeared and patience all is gone
another batch of ugliness just popped up on my face
Lies like the idiots who , never really know
what its like to be outside and
feel like just exploding and takin on the world
fighting something i cant see
or takeing it out on youe
everybodies makin out an i can’t even smile
someone told me time heals all wounds
time has passed and left me deep in a ditch
the social skills like road kill are rotting in a
wis
nothing here i really want , or nothing i can get
im wandering in search of something i ll never get to regret
its easier just to curl up in a ball til it goes away
it was just a human life that somehow went astray
antibiotics solved the problem for a while ,
but bumps appeared and with them took the life right out of here
think ill take a bus over a really steep cliff
never have to face the fact of everything ive missed
uglly is a mindset but ugly is disease
who could ever kiss a face that covered with all of these
scars on my fingertips and scars on my waste
a map of arizone has been scarred on my face
that perfect frosty smile and the glowing skin of
Who told all these men to come and work on my street
when its six in the morning an i haven’t been to sleep
what if i was making love in the total throw of passion
like id finally found someone that thought acne was in fashion
what if i did the same to them and followed them home
sat outside their windows playing radios real lloud
Well I’m still a misfit an its been twenty years
the boils left their lasting scaars (and pimples fell like tears)
and the pimples cried their tears
Who can kiss a face
looks like its rotting away
contageously outrageous
and completely out of place
weren’t those the years
when you really had it all
an endless string of cuties (all climbin up the wall)
and hormones up the wall
now i use beers to avoid mirrors
like Im ot really here
look at all the comedy my life has become
I work like an imigrant and dresss like a bum
something musta happened in those formative years
a goverment experiment using massive cheap beer
scars on my fingertips scars on my face
scars on the smile that i can’t put on my face
the millions of desires like cans in a store
there left standing on the corner all alone
the hurricane of desire made some wrekage in my life
left me standing in the corner w a guitar for a wife
and i just gotta talk about it
i just gotta talk about it
talk about how i got my teenage acne
heres an infomercial for a miracle cure
half a pint of beamer and you’re feeling young and pure
thinking that the ravage has been washed off of your face
you walk down to the dance club like a pile of human waste
et
when its six in the morning an i haven’t been to sleep
what if i did the same to them and fo
Well I’m still a misfit an its been twenty years
the boils left their lasting scaars (and pimples fell like tears)
and the pimples cried their tears
Who can kiss a face
looks like its rotting away
contageously outrageous
and completely out of place
weren’t those the years
when you really had it all
an endless string of cuties (all climbin up the wall)
and hormones up the wall
now i use beers to avoid mirrors
like Im ot really here
look at all the comedy my life has become
I work like an imigrant and dresss like a bum
run for the door, (extra lyrics)
i had it all
in a bag
and i always kept it near me
answers to life
secret songs
and a notebook for the ravers
but people got in the way
and money got in the way
WHEN TIME IS A DEMON
AND HOPE IS AN OLD FRIEND NEXT DOOR
(liquor store whore)
you gotta run for the door
i can’t explain
how it feels to be bleeding on the sidelines
all my intent beatin down
to a place where i could not get
but people got in the way
and money got in the way
all lyrics copyright 1995- 2009 Quazmo-Fate Publishing BMI
