1ST ALBUM – LONESOME BERT AND THE SKINNY LIZARDS
THE DEVIL’S LAMENT
Now the Devil went down to the crossroads, ’cause they were having a witchcraft fair
He had to rent a space from a man with no face so he could park his Cadillac there
Then he spent all night in the pale moonlight trying to peddle his junk from the back of his trunk
But the witches all laughed at his lack of craft and they didn’t have a nickel to spare
And he was singing: “Nobody wants to sell me their soul anymore
Everybody’s got their own agenda, they want to shop at the discount store
They’re wearing homemade hoods out of handmade goods,
They go to regular meetings in their neighborhoods
And everybody has a hex sign on her door,
Yes, nobody needs the Devil anymore.
Now the Devil went down to Key West, and he laughed because he fit right in
He caught it at the best of Fantasy Fest: now there’s some original sin!
So he hung right there in Mallory Square painting 6-6-6 on chesty chicks
But when the sun went down he was leaving town on the same road he came in.
And he was singing: “Nobody wants to sell me their soul anymore.
For my tasty wares nobody cares, and my parties are just a bore
They’ve got all the gimcracks they can use: they’ve got Gucci bags they got Pucci shoes
They drive Hummers when they take their kids to the all-night candy store,
And nobody needs the Devil anymore.
Now the Devil went down to Washington, and he put on a pinstriped suit
He lined his hat with tinfoil, and his pockets with lobbyist loot
And then he set out see the senators, but they rejected him to a man
He was badly outbid by a Sultan’s kid with a killer of a kickback plan
And he was singing “Nobody wants to sell me their soul anymore
Their calendars are booked sold, and their offices close at four
They’ve got tankers full of oil to tend, They’ve got laws to break, they’ve got rules to bend
They’ve got friends with favors waiting at the door
And nobody needs the Devil anymore.
So the Devil went back to his underground shack and he took a little time to think
He sat on the porch and watched the landscape scorch, and he sipped on a sulfurous drink
He says “You know, this place is no disgrace but you can take it for what it’s worth
There’s just no way I’ll waste another damned day in that half-baked hell on earth!”
And he was singing: “Nobody wants to sell me their soul anymore
I guess my dickering days are done, and I’ll never get to better my score.
I just can’t compete with the sins on the street, and I make no impression on the people I meet
And they’ll all end up here anyway, that’s for sure,
So, nobody needs the Devil anymore!”
THE HUMMER SONG
I spent the whole damned day trying to eat my desk,
And now I’m looking for adventure with a minimum risk
I got the wheels I need, I got the place to play
I’m gonna drive my Hummer ‘til the blues go away
Look out mama, Daddy’s coming home to put the Hummer on
Well it’s high and it’s wide and it’s Boot Hill black
And it rides like it’s rolling down a railroad track
Got the gun in the glovebox, sticker on the back
Says “Deputy Auxiliary, Don’t Talk Back”
Look out mama, Daddy’s coming home to put the Hummer on
You can drive it fast, or you can drive it slow
It’ll take you anywhere you got the gas to go
But you better top the tank, because it won’t last long
You know her M.P.G. is just not that strong
Look out Mama, Daddy’s coming home to put the Hummer on
When you see me on the road you better let me pass
Cause my high ground clearance gonna kick your fast
And the rumble of my motor gonna shake your bones
I’ve got a right-of-way that just can’t be wrong
You better look out Mama, Daddy’s coming home to put the Hummer on
I’ll take you riding in the park where the cars can’t go
Or we can bring home the bacon in the middle of the snow
Fetch the kids from camp when the strong winds blow
Or climb a dune in the desert if we ever really go
Well, look out Mama, Daddy’s coming home to put the Hummer on!
HIGH AND DRY
(cho)High and dry Washed up on the beach of love
High and dry, Washed up on the beach of love
You gave me no warning, I wasn’t the one you were dreaming of
You told me you loved, but that was a fat one, a big fat lie
You told me you loved me, but that was a fat one, a big fat lie
You better draw your shades down Honey, when Truth comes knocking you’ll know the reason why
(cho)
Listen here Honey: You’d better change your sunny ways
Listen here Honey: You’d better change your sunny ways
You’re gonna wake up one fine morning alone in a world full of nighttime days
(cho)
I’m through with hurting, I may be a fool but I’m still alive
I’m all done with hurting, I may be a fool but I’m still alive
There’s one thing for certain, I’ll never believe anymore of your jive
(cho)
THE HASTINGS RAIL SPUR
The Hastings rail spur ran through town but today there’s really nothing left
Grass growing knee-high in between the cross-ties, The ballast has begun to drift
Sign says “Crossing-Watch Out For the Cars” but there’s a moonvine growing up those old crossbars
And I’ll sleep with my head on the rail tonight just to show you what I think of that
The last train ran about a year ago and I guess it’s never coming back
It hauled a lot of produce when the times were good and it left us this railroad track
They promised it would run again someday: We would be happy-ever-after in that same old way
But I’ll sleep with my head on the rail tonight just to show you what I think of that
There’s no one home on the farm tonight and the tractor has turned to rust
It’s hard to steal a chicken from an empty barn when the farmers have all gone bust
The banker says it’s just another piece of ground, and you can buy it for a profit when the times turn ‘round
But I”ll sleep with my head on the rail tonight just to show you what I think of that
JUKEBOX
I heard the music on my radio
I used to take it with me everywhere I’d go
Late-night Nashville Tennessee
The magic in the music meant so much to me
But then the war came and took me to a far-off land
It changed me in a way I couldn’t understand
I stumbled in the jungle and I lost my way
And I’ve been searching for some answers ever since that day
(cho) That’s what makes the jukebox sing
For long-gone lovers and friendship rings
And half-forgotten faces on the front porch swing
The world is made of memories when they play that thing
It’s a long way from here to where I jumped that train
I watched the world go blurry in a pouring rain
It’s easy not to know you can’t go back again
The hard part is waiting for the hurtin’ to end
(cho)
I’m not trying to tell you that the time’s been hard
I never stole a chicken from my neighbor’s yard
I’ve worked in both directions with a helping hand
And seen my friends assemble when I took my stand
(cho)
Time is not a river it’s a farmer’s field
And every seed you drop is gonna shape that yield
Everyone you know is gonna to hoe that row
And fall down in the flowers when it’s time to go
(cho)
NINTH WARD ROOFTOP BLUES
Oooooowee
These blues just about to get the best of me
And it seems like I’m sinking to the bottom of a deep blue sea
Caaaan’t you see
This town is just a muddy mess of misery
I put my faith in the levee and the levee dumped a load on me
Aaaaaall I really know
Is that you can’t buy a ticket when the big winds blow
And when the ocean takes a notion it’ll fill your cup of tea
Yoooonder comes a boat
Looks like it’s full of politicians out to get my vote
But it was handshaking promises that put me where I got to be
Oooooowee
These blues about to get the best of me
And it seems like I’m sinking to the bottom of a deep blue sea
Leaving here
I going to sit with Mayor Nagin in his penthouse lair
And we can contemplate the future with the Ninth Ward Rooftop Blues
Electro Set Reality
(Lyrics by Chris Clark)
Gotta friend calling on the other line
I’m gonna put you on hold
With my minutes rolling over, babe
I’ll never get to old
For my botox on the rocks
On the beach with birkenstocks
Coffee shop laptops
Spyware with pop-up blocks
We got to hurry, got to worry
Got to get to where we got to be
In this electro set reality
Electro set reality
Set right down here with me, baby
For another round of pong
Pac Man eat all the food in the kitchen
Maybe he’ll mow the lawn
With thou’s interest rates and balloon inflates
Super duper XP man-Mr. Gates
We gotta flip our lives and baby it ain’t free
In this electro set reality
Electro set reality
“Run! don’t walk” some people talk and talk
You can travel the world just setting on your block
Put it on my credit card to get me out of hock
You can trust in my word it’s solid as a rock
Stream of conscious on our TV screens
Reality is so real on MTV
Join our alliance for independency
And if you don’t like me
You can vote me off the very next week
In this electro set reality
Electro set reality
I’ve been very busy though I think about you
with my ear piece cell phone blackberry blues
Gotta log on, down load the very latest news
Gotta hyp up the bad because we’re bored with the truth
Bloated self ego is a factor of Daniel
While suggestion machine box tells us what’s in style
All this crap, I still can’t open up your file
I’d love to just sit down and talk to you for a while…
…but that’s highly unlikely you see
In this electro set reality
Electro set reality
Juanita’s Lullaby
It’s a half-mile to the border but they’re not accepting immigrants today
You can take your car and suitcase but you cannot stop and no you cannot stay
And so your dreams of deliverance out of Mexico must find another way
There’s a town that’s dry and dusty and the barrios remind you of your home
And the faces there regard you with a hunger that could turn your heart to stone
And they tell you if you’re traveling out of Mexico, you’re traveling alone
There’s a cool wind in the orchards and Juanita says she’ll meet you at the bus
There’s be lots of time to make up in the company of people you can trust
There’s a footworn path that leads you out of Mexico, and you’ll take it if you must
Oh the moon shone down, and its face was full of wonder
It lit up the arroyo, and the fences you went under
And it shone along the highway, and on the passing trucks
And it lit up the ground for miles around, when you ran out of luck
Goodnight Juanita, the man you want is sleeping in the hills
He has no food or water, and his jacket just can’t keep him from the chills
But the love that he means to bring you out of Mexico illuminates him still
And if ever a man could reach you out of Mexico, he will.
DOJO
Gotta find a new dojo
Gonna live in a bamboo shack
Gonna paint my windows black
Gonna cook my chickens out the back
Gonna buy me a mojo
Gonna eat those curly fries
Gonna tell some great big lies
Gonna change the color of my eyes
I’ll drink my coffee black the way I used to do
Gonna show the world that I can get over you
Gotta find a new dojo
Gotta find a new parking spot
Gonna wax my car a lot
Gonna get me a chick that’s hot
Your rocket is a no-go
This letter is “postage due”
This train’s not waiting for you
Your act is way past through
I’m taking a brush gonna paint your picture blue
Gonna show the world I can get over you
Gotta find a new dojo
These kids keep kicking my butt
I got an aching gut
I just can’t crack that nut
Hopping off of your pogo
My cargo’s come untied
Gonna let the rough end ride
Gonna let the slick end slide
Gonna eat that highway up just like the truckers do
Gonna show the world: I can get over you
SURRENDER
It ain’t right,
To treat a man the way that you do
It just ain’t right,
They ought to call the Law on you
I’ve got your number,
I’ve got your mugshot too
I’ve got the Judge sittin’ ready to throw the book at you
You better lay down your weapon and surrender your love to me
Last night
You tried to put a hit on me
Late last night
I tagged you with an APB
I’ve got a plain brown wrapper and he’s hot on your tail
You’re gonna wind up eating breakfast in the back of my jail
You better assume the position and surrender your love to me
Your lawyer, she’s been talking you trash
I bet that it’s a question of retainer cash
And your bagman, he’s on a plane getting smashed
And he’s sitting on a briefcase full of your top-grade stash
That’s right
You knew your time was coming around
That’s all right
Relax and enjoy the ride going down
I’m gonna seal all your records with a big wet kiss
I’m gonna show you what the authorities think of behavior like this
You better slip on the shackles and surrender your love to me
You better call off your backup and surrender your love to me
You better cop to your confession and surrender your love to me
KEEP DREAMING ON
They put a sign in the window says the train’s not coming today
You can check with us tomorrow but there’s really nothing more we can say
Keep an eye on your luggage and your ticket in hand
Try to bear with us, be patient, try to understand
But if you really meant to go you would have been here yesterday
Might as well keep dreaming on
Tomorrow’s train has done come and gone
They found the face of a man on Mars that you can see from the moon
They say it might be Jesus or it might just be a big sand dune
But he’s ten clicks long and a half a mile high
And he’s staring into space with his one big eye
And I bet that he’s wishing we would just leave him alone
Might as well keep dreaming on
Tomorrow’s train has done come and gone
I want to tour your town in the presidential Cadillac
You can come along with me but I won’t be bringing you back
I want to see how it happens when the sun goes down
And the dark comes creeping through your precious little town
I want to see you meet the people living out beyond the railroad track
Might as well keep dreaming on
Tomorrow’s train done come and gone
YOU CAN GO
You can say you’ve met the Devil
You can take his name in vain
You can say you’ve teased the tiger
You can let your scars explain
You can take whatever road your rainbow lingers in
You can go… But you can’t come back again
I heard all about your road to glory
Heard all about your freedom train
Heard all about that same old story
Different faces with the same old name
I’m gonna change the way this drama plays out in in the end
You can go… But you can’t come back again.
Stand in the road when the moon is rising
Listen to the whistle of the whippoorwill
You won’t need a compass when you hit the highway
You have no direction and you never will
You could be across that county line by midnight maybe ten
You can go… But you can’t come back again
2ND ALBUM – HAPPY TOWN
I can’t go home I’ve been gone too long, and the roads I used to run have gone bad
Can’t stay here because the wolf is out to get me and her pups have gone barking mad
I thought I had a shot at a contender’s spot but I missed it by a country mile
I gotta find a place where I can show my face without the risk of compromising my smil
(chorus)
I’m leaving here, my train is tracked and ready
I’ve got room to spare, I’ve got room for you and your buddy
Now that the coast is clear, I’m gonna give it no more study
I’m headed on down to Happytown, I’m gonna live like a native there
Whistle in the distance, don’t look back when you’re running down the tracks in the dark
And don’t expect your feet to set the night on fire, but they’d better strike a heck of a spark
The future’s coming faster than a natural disaster, and the whistle says get out of the way
And don’t stop to wonder if the world is going under, ‘cause there’s bound to be a price to pay
(chorus)
A man in a suit tried to sell me fruit But I didn’t like the look in his eyes
He gave me a banana in a red bandana And he told me not to mind the flies
I put it in a sack until it all turned black and then I threw it in a ditch in the mud
Cause on the very very back of that fat contract I found the Devil’s name signed in blood(my blood!)
(chorus)
A ghost came hiking down a hard-luck highway, looking for a place to light
Got no pack, he’s got no pajamas, got nothing but a hole in the night
Might be you it might be your momma, might be your commander-in-chief
‘Cause when the truth hits the table it’s a fact and not a fable that Fate ain’t nothing but a thief
FORGET THE FUTURE
(Bert Hodge)
(chorus)Shoulder up and heave boys, and clear this track away
If we can make it to the hills and the high ground we’ll last another day
Shoulder up and heave boys, and clear this track away
If we can make it to the hills and the high ground we’ll last another day
There’s a song I used to sing about the future
Until the future came to see what it could be
And then he counted up my options on his fingers
And one by one he took them away from me
And he left me here with a single destiny
(cho.)
I’ve been up and down a dozen roads to Heaven
But the scenery always looked the same to me
But when the fire dies down and the stars come out in the evening
You can see just about as far as you want to see
And you can take a little taste of eternity
(cho.)
I’ve got a picture of a woman in my pocket
But I don’t remember who she used to be
I’m gonna wear in on a chain in a silver locket
Because I know she must have meant the world to me
And I want her back just like we used to be
There’s a train that’s leaving town sometime tomorrow
And my ticket says take care, and don’t be late
But they took the tracks away in 1960
And the shack where the Stationmaster used to wait
And the Redcaps rode away to another state
(cho.2X)
ROSWELL
(Bert Hodge)
Star light, star bright, very first star that I see tonight…
Take me back to Roswell (Take me back to Roswell)
Drop me in the desert where my spaceship fell
Take me back to Roswell (Take me back to Roswell)
My friends will come to get me yes I know they will
The stars are in alignment and they’re calling to me
The gates are swinging open to infinity
It’s time for you to cut me slack and set me free
Release me, I just want to go home
The sky was clear the night my ship came crashing down
A sucker punch delivered by some Air Force clown
We must have strewn debris across a mile of ground
Weather balloons and swamp gas just don’t make that sound
We came to bring you greetings from our galaxy
We thought we had a handle on your lunacy
Our diplomat did not survive your “autopsy”
Release me, I just want to go home.
You took all the technology from my spaceship
You took all our Velcro and our microchips
You used our polyester for your leisure suits
Our special spaceman footwear made your go-go boots
I even gave you tips on how your DNA works
But all you did was give to those CSI jerks
Living here’s like being dead without the perks
Release me I just want to go home
Take me back to Roswell (Take me back to Roswell)
Drop me in the desert where my spaceship fell
Take me back to Roswell (Take me back to Roswell)
My friends will come to get me yes I know they will
The stars are in alignment and they’re calling to me
The gates are swinging open to infinity
It’s time for you to cut me slack and set me free
Release me, I just want to go home
Deep space, strange place, who could have dreamed up the human race?
FOOL FOR YOU
(Bert Hodge)
Take me back to the Virgin Islands, take me to where there’s music in the air
Songs of the sailboats fill the harbor, times and tides don’t make no difference there
Flowers are blooming on the street where we met
I carry their fragrance in my memory yet
My senses conspire to take me back where I’m a fool for you
Can you see where the stars are rising, can you smell the ocean on the air?
Can you remember nights unending, can you remember flowers in your hair?
Tell me you love me when you take my hand
Breezes are blowing in that tropical land
Waiting for me to take you back where I’m a fool for you
Turn your lamp just a little lower, I want to see the moonlight on your skin
Maybe the moon is half the reason I can’t seem to explain the shape that I am in
Summer’s in blue, and you are on my mind
Half of the night, and nearly all of the time
Can’t understand it but the fact is, I’m a fool for you
Summer’s in blue and you are on my mind
Half of the night and nearly all of the time
My heart’s in the islands but the fact is, I’m a fool for you
WHEN THE LAST OLD HIPPIE DIES
(Chris Clark)
What do we do when the last old hippie dies?
Every day goes by seems more and more like a battle
America Incorporated turning us all into cattle
Things have been going down and they haven’t been looking good
Is anybody left to stand against the things that we think we should?
(Chorus)
What do we do when the last old hippie dies?
Who’s gonna protest wars when we feel that they just ain’t right?
Who’s gonna hold up signs that say “Peace to all mankind?”
Who’s gonna say “I love you, man” in such a hateful time? tell me
What do we do when the last old hippie dies?
This fellow I knew, not so well, seemed like a real nice guy
We spread his ashes on the garden he grew, we all had to say “Bye bye”
Seemed like a “last Mohican,” last hippie I can recall
Except for a few of his buddies, and they’re all slowly growing old
(Chorus)
Our world is cracking up and it seems like such a shame
We don’t need any more proof of what it is to blame
Is anyone left to strip the veil of a corporate entity?
Is anyone left to lock their arms on the steps in Washington DC?
(Chorus)
Campsites these days come with cable TV
Anything you can bring from home fits nicely in your big RV
But, Who’s gonna sleep outside, make sure al stars are aline?
Listen to the chirping of the crickets and the bugs keeping them all in time?
What do we do when the last old hippy dies? (X4)
RODMAN DAM
(Bert Hodge)
(cho.)
I worked all summer on the Rodman Dam
The job’s not done but I damn sure am
The water’s gonna rise and river’s gonna die
So we can watch that Texas oil float by
LBJ was a great big boy, but Big Oil bought him like a Texas toy
They put him on a string and they told him when He could do a little something for the Texas men
They told him then that a great big ditch through the heart of Florida would make them all rich
So they conjured up the Florida Barge Canal and they brought the scrapers in
The Oklawaha River ran ten thousand years through a peaceful land
From the St Johns River to the Silver Springs the snakes and the alligator ruled as kings
Pushing down the trees and digging up the muck came a D-9 Dozer and a ten-ton truck
Building up a dam just to make a big pool where the cypress sighs and the scrub jay sings
(cho)
It didn’t all happen in a single day, but the water came up, and it came to stay
The turkey and the thrush took wing to the west, and the panther died that highway death
And when the last of the timber had drowned, word from Washington shut it down
And not a single drop of that Texas gold ever crossed the lake where they laid that river to rest
Now if you don’t believe this story’s true there’s a great big lake I can take you to
There’s locks and bridges and the dam I built and it all comes to nothing when the day is through
I can’t take back the sweat I shed, and I can’t raise up again the river it fed
So I sing this song and pray for the best, that it just might make a little bit of difference to you
(cho)
MALLORCA
(Bert Hodge)
We passed on the square when the evening bells rang in Mallorca
I turned to follow your fragrance and you caught my eye
We walked where the distant guitarists were strumming flamenco
We kissed by water and under a moon-bright sky
And if such a moon were to show me a thousand such faces
And if my guitar learned to sing with the voice of a dove
It won’t match the moon on the night that we met in Mallorca
And it can’t sing the song that ignited the flames of our love
The days pass by quickly when love is abroad in Mallorca
And the cafés of Palma conceal how the time trickles by
We met every night at the foot of the Plaza Mallorca
Where the moon on the water paid court to the moon in the sky
And if such a moon were to show me a thousand such faces
And if my guitar learned to sing with the voice of a dove
It won’t match the moon on the night that we met in Mallorca
And it can’t sing the song that ignited the flames of our love
The years have gone by like a breeze through the night in Mallorca
And the songs I remember have faded like cloth in the sun
But sometimes I find in your hair just a hint of that fragrance
And I relive the magic you made me when our love was young
And if such a love were to show me a thousand such faces
And if my guitar learned to sing with the voice of a dove
It might match the love on the night that we met in Mallorca
And it might sing the song that ignited the flames of our love
BIG BOTTLE O’ WINE
(Chris Clark)
You Wanna break up baby
You never tell me why
It ain’t gonna happen maybe
God I’d wish you’d do it this time
You say I’ll never make it
In this little house all alone
Babe, I could just fake it
Down here in the big unknown
(bridge)
you could leave me sittin’ here
for the very, very longest time
I could always find a little comfort
in a great big bottle of wine
(Chorus)
Big Bottle a’ wine(3X)
You say I’m killing you baby
You say I drive you to drink
Well maybe we should both get off this boat
I’m thinkin’ it’s gonna sink
Forget about me baby
Like everything in your purse
Just roll me up like a lipstick pen
‘cause baby I forgot you first
(Bridge)
Once upon a time
I thought our love would never end
But the way you slam that door
I don’t think were gonna be friends
(Chorus)
We ain’t gonna be friends(3X)
We’re like oil and water
We’re like stones and sticks
Broken bones on our little home
Since the day we tried to mix
While your leavin’ me baby
Just in case you wondering why
I wrote you here this sad, sad song
instead of sayin’ goodbye
(bridge)
You can take all your things
you can even take some of mine
but don’t you dare touch that
Great big bottle of wine
(Chorus)
Big bottle of wine(6X)
PAPA DOC
(Bert Hodge)
He’s a devil of a man…He’s the man who stripped the soul from the heart of Haiti
He’s Baron Samedi…and he walks out dressed in black in the heat of Saturday
He’s a devil of a man…And the news of his demise would be good news to me
Lock your windows…He’ll be waiting in the dark with a band of Jumbies
Papa Doc, Papa Doc, they stopped his clock,
But they could not keep his coffin locked
Every night when you hear those headstones knock
It means you’d better watch out for Baron Samedi!
You might pass him walking…But he won’t wave back if you offer him a greeting
You might hear him talking…You might hear the sound of the voices he’s not speaking
He don’t want your money…Cause you don’t need much when you’re living with the walking dead
He’s Baron Samedi…And he’s hungry for your soul and he must be fed
You might see him dancing on the square,
When you look again he won’t be there
But you just might find a hank of hair
And a bit of bone that smells like Baron Samedi!
If you hear me knock don’t shoot…I’m alone and the light of the moon is all I’ve got to see
I might be TonTon Macoute…So you can’t refuse to open up your door to me
I’ve got a message for the Doc…He’s late for a date with a duppie for a mate in Haiti
It’s gonna give him quite a shock, But the Legba said he’ll be dancing with the dead for eternity
Papa Doc, Papa Doc, they stopped his clock,
But they could not keep his coffin locked
Every night when you hear those headstones knock
It means you’d better watch out for Baron Samedi!
PROTECT YOU GIRL
(Bert Hodge)
Don’t ask about the cop out in the hallway
Don’t ask about the voices on your phone
You’re gonna get your pizza on the doorstep
Cause I’m gonna keep you locked up in your home
You want to do the things that bring you trouble
I can see that shining in your face
You want to wreck your life, and do it double
You want to disappear without a trace
But I’m here to protect you girl
Protect you from the woman you should be
I’m here to protect you girl
So don’t you try to play your trick on me
Everybody knows your modus operandi
Everybody knows the names you call yourself
You’re gonna have to give up incognito
You better put your costumes on the shelf
You’re gonna wait in line to take a number
You’d better write it black against your skin
You’d better tell the faces you remember
You won’t ever act this way again
But I’m here to protect you girl
Protect you from the woman you should be
I’m here to protect you girl
So don’t you try to play your trick on me
Can you hear that ship out on the ocean,
Blowing ‘cause she’s blinded by the fog?
Sometimes you can take a crazy notion
Turn around and bite me like a dog
I’m gonna take control of all your assets
I’m gonna take the knobs off of your TV
I’m gonna have to pay off all your bad debts
So don’t you dare to stamp your foot at me
‘Cause I’m here to protect you girl
Protect you from the woman you should be
I’m here to protect you girl
So don’t you try to play your trick on me
I’m here to protect you girl
Can’t you see your life belongs to me?
I’m here to protect you girl
But who’s gonna be protecting you from me?
NO PRESSURE
(Chris Clark)
Who made all though’s houses in the suburb look the same?
Who left that sofa on the side of the freeway?
Who left that kitty in the window and that doggy on the chain?
Who’s face is on the evening news blushing with shame?
And that homeless guy, I wonder where his mamma is?
Was he anything like Bert when he was just a kid?
He could be the next elect if we new his “real” name.
Fingers pick and point so what’s the point-who‘s to blame?
Have you made up your mind yet?
Got to be a party representing your views
Have you made up your mind yet?
Is it considered a choice if you decide not to choose?
No pressure…everybody’s counting on you(4x)
Health care & minimum wage are bad words these days
So you best stay healthy if you wanna get paid
Be cautious to express- politically incorrect
Because the man on the pulpit says we’re going straight to heck!
Now we all have friends on both sides of the room
To the right and the left and the one down the middle…He’s leaving us real soon
Civility is a virtue when it’s time for placing bets
We can talk about this crazy war and no one gets upset
Have you made up your mind yet?
Got to be a party representing your views
Have you made up your mind yet?
It’s so hard to fill the crack between the red and blue
No pressure…everybody’s counting on you(4x)
Kids of today, they have there own way
They hide the answers to our problems in their pocket size video games
And they’re watching us all on the 5 o’clock news
Do you expect them to get exited steppin’ in these shoes?
We’re all romantic warriors upon this earth which we’re bound
Some of us get lonely, most of us get down
We can return to forever if you ever come around
We’ll throw a Disney parade down main street here in “Happytown”
Have you made up your mind yet?
Got to be a party representing your views
Have you made up your mind yet?
If you fall between the crack…we’ll come up with a name for you!
No pressure…everybody’s counting on you(4x)
FOLKSINGER’S FAREWELL
(Bert Hodge)
I met an awful lot of people on the way through town
There were some looked up, and some looked down
Now I’m standing at the station all alone
There were some that tried to make me stay a little while longer
But the hunger in my heart just… got stronger
Now I’m waiting for the train that’s gonna take me home
I made a lot of fine friends in some really fine places
And they told me their names, and I remember their faces
Now I’m standing at the station all alone
Living in your city seems mighty mighty fine
And the roses in your park smell just like mine
But I’m waiting for the train that’s gonna take me home.
I had a pocket full of poetry I wanted to deliver
But the time slipped by like a… muddy river
Now I’m standing at the station all alone
There’s a woman at the window wishing I could come home
There’s a bunny in the garden where my songs are grown
And I’m waiting for the train that’s gonna take me home.