Pokin’ around an old bordello To feast on a trivial pursuit This is the place for a fool to flourish When I’m down I am done with me Am I a fly or I am vapor? Could I be just a silhouette? Where is the place the daughters go to relieve? This is the place for somebody else Not me Here is the part I emulate a wallflower No is the part I see you play at being coy Three empty words could never do any harm Be alarmed We only bid to play out a dance Devoid of any thrill Killed of the romance This is the way it goes we know it’s about It’s about how you gonna get it What is your name? It’s unimportant ‘Cause I won’t commit it any way List of qualifications? Unnecessary I am down I am down I am down Chorus We only know the distance That our own nerve can travel And who can be the judge of Somebody else’s bag Tonight I will dissect you Like a woman that you once knew Like the one you lost your heart to Leave you running stag Chorus

Stumbling on the brink Of too many beers Brain full of hash Not enough to numb my fear And I am waiting on the edge of a cornfield With the rest of the kids My courage is so tiny So much smaller than my heart It’s darker than dark out I don’t know if this is smart But hold your breath as we count down from ten (Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one) And then with cautious abandon we all run in I don’t know whose hand I’m holding I have no clue where I’m going All I know is that there is thunder in that sky And my lips are dry Kiss me deep until there are no kisses left Let the sky open up and threaten death I don’t even know your name But take me with you just the same I will go with you anywhere Wind rushing through Mocks the sounds of the sea Eight feet above our heads Corn stalks swaying in the breeze And you are gorgeous in this light Even if it’s in the night I am smitten Waiting in this pocket Where there is no one around Suddenly you are holding me As the rain hurdles down Laughing voices in the distance Start to taper off I am ensnared by a kiss to end all kisses I am mercilessly caught I don’t know whose hand I’m holding I have no clue where I’m going All I know is that there is thunder in that sky And my lips are so dry Chorus Burn this memory in my brain ‘Cause I’ll never see you again In this cornfield, in this rain Chorus

Speak delicately of foggy memory Or this may turn out ugly This marble-hearted, moon-sick mood Has got me acting crazy You play the envelope I am the contraband Rolling in to another slum To find the perfect place to hide an ugly face To burn beneath the beating of a sun A shy mechanic hand is under sharp command To disassemble every fallen stone We’ll muscle out the slaughter sippin’ on holy water ‘Til we can’t remember why we landed here Speak delicately of foggy memory Or this may turn out ugly This marble-hearted, moon-sick mood Has got me acting crazy So hide the good in your guts and then We’ll go once more ’round the dance floor Moving in these parallels Showing signs of struggling A fox in a wishing well We’ll sedate the children now And bail them up like spools of hay Set the dial to the opera In the middle of the final scene I’m an anxious guillotine With mouth full of marbles No more fight left in these bones No boiling blood, no bending wills Spent up and taken out Speak delicately of foggy memory Or this may turn out ugly This marble-hearted, moon-sick mood Has got me acting crazy Wheel me on out in a paper bag On a ticker tape parade day The sun has burned down every drop of blood Every drop of blood and consolation Speak delicately of foggy memory Or this may turn out ugly This marble-hearted, moon-sick mood Has got me acting crazy So hide the good in your guts and then We’ll go once more ’round the dance floor

Play me a pretty ditty, baby I wore this dress for you Can we kick off our shoes? Stop dancing to drink some booze? Before you walk me home at two would you place me a song? You are a humble little rooster When you tickle my ivories Seems Thursdays were made for these Stolen glances and bucklin’ knees I’m beggin’ you baby, please Won’t you play me a song? You bandage up my blistered toes My getaway sticks need no pantyhose Your apartment is in my nose ‘Cause that’s the way what we got goes The rain is breathing down our necks According to the Farmer’s Almanac But we got fifty-two to stack You’re my funny, crazy eight Some day we’ll bail on the city Settle down some place clean Where the sky s blue and clean We’ll make our own hipster scene You’ll be king, baby, I’ll be queen When you play me a song We can play at playing house I’ll pretend to be the perfect spouse It’s not like we got dreams to dowse This is all just make-believe We don’t have to speak about how we feel We just hit play and watch the reel Who needs true love when there’s cards to deal? My sweet little, crazy eight Next you make me miss a turn Pick up two, I start to squirm You’re lucky that you’re handsome You put on your best gangster face Drop a hint and drop an ace Put on your cement shoes, baby Doll face wants to kiss you

Je dors avec votre petit ami Dans une gare au sud de Paris Mon couer Mon couer Mon couer Son bras en toure ma tete Mais que pense e t’il Mon couer Mon couer Mon couer Septembre en France Pour une danse oublier Avec vin et bon chance Bon chance Ecrit moi des mots d’amour La poesie La poesie

How I wish I had a rocket ship to blast out into the atmosphere With my face on every billboard in the galaxy I’d be some universal celebrity And maybe you would think about me How I wish I were a juggernaut, to leave you visibly distraught But I don’t make you double over I can’t make you cry How many fires do I start before you bat an eye? And maybe make you think about me Wax my legs to pass the time Sober friends and too much wine You will be my valentine If it’s the last thing you do Carve your name across my chest Do anything that you request With all this love I must profess I am such a loser Wish I had a red canoe, oh I forgot of course I do But floating without paddles in a dirty lake Only offers dysentery and bellyache But maybe I would forget about you Sleep all day to lose my mind Dream about you, how I long and pine You will be my valentine If it’s the last thing you do Carve your name across my chest Do anything that you request With all this love I must profess I am such a loser I’ll be running naked full tilt down the street Waiting for the cops to come and arrest me And then at 6pm maybe you will see me on TV I’ll be the one who’s all blurry in the private parts And you’ll be swelling with love in your heart I wish you saw the better side of all the love I would provide Maybe some day if you heard me sing Well you would toss your wedding ring And maybe you would fall in love with me Wax my legs to pass the time Sober friends and too much wine You will be my valentine If it’s the last thing you do Carve your name across my chest Do anything that you request With all this love I must profess I am such a loser

Call in a favour Come and take a look Better tell the preacher Better bring his book They say she’s been touched And now she’s rolling in the mud I’ve got a sinner in my blood I’ve been lonely and baby you’re a lion Eat my heart out, save me from the sighing I ain’t budgin’ for no fool man ‘Cause no fool man can move So put me in a room And swallow down the key Render me a wordless Muted amputee I’ll turn them padded walls Into fire wood ‘Cause I’ve got a nomad in my blood Chorus So praise all o’ them husbands Drunk on apathy Hail to them women Breathin’ ennui I’ been savin’ A lap dance for the judge ‘Cause I got a razor in my blood Chorus You keep me tied up To a hitchin’ post I’ll take my clothes off And offer up a toast This one’s for the funny bones Who make the bad look good I got a poet in…

No no no this will never do Sweaters gotta go Too heavy from the rain So damp and far too cold For a southern part of Spain Had you fallen right in toe You’d'uh wished you’d stayed home Safe and quiet I’m a drunken lollipop Lick my tattoo I find you kind of pervie That’s what I say to you But you don’t speak a lick of English So honey as you were I’ll save my regrets for the morning ‘Cause I’m here to waste my brain cells Getting dumb via conversation Hail me a cab I’m sleeping In a stranger’s bed tonight Dear you, I am here waiting it out Looking for love in poetry But I admit I’m bad hide and seeker Sun burning my feet, aging my skin You’ll still know me and love me again When Argentina grows lemons …lemons

Squatter you are ugly Courting naïve I’m not proud of me to lay down by your side Stir me from sleep Counting lame sheep A cemetery of failed promises And not you’re a homeless man Basking in a frying pan A murder of crows to take the blame They all know your name They call you kill Squatter you are friendly Don’t befriend me I’m too needy, must be your only one And now you’re an angry man All of your lovers elude your plan A murder of crows to call your kin Each to witness your sin They call you kill Squatter you are deadly How you’ve killed me I’m too weary to bring myself back to life And now you’re a lonely man Shaving inches from your wingspan The murder of crows you once called home One by one they have flown They have flown They have flown They call you kill

Oh Scarlet I wrote you a letter I hope it gets better before it gets worse Oh Scarlet You hit the ground running ‘Cause you saw it coming Had time to rehearse And you spent the whole week Trying to get on a pedestal So they could have a clear view Up your skirt But when all of the gawking Got bored of the shocking You came back to me To heal your hurt Well put it in the corner With all the mending, baby I used to ride this Now I don’t ‘Cause I always fall out At the rocking of the boat Oh Scarlet I swallowed a bad seed And now it’s in so deep It’s built a hotel Well I checked in On my worst behavior I broke all the windows And they silently fell I do moon over days When things were so comfortable I hope that we can get back there for more But a layer of dust Made a mess of our trust And now the seams have pulled out Fom how we’ve grown Well put it in the corner With all the mending, baby Chorus

A sweet vanilla cola with a hickey-shaped tattoo You’re a homicidal maniac and I love you Press your lips against my shoulder Paint and paper sex appeal I am naked to the right of you You’re drunk behind the wheel I had a red fish I used to have a red fish Such a beautiful little red fish But I left her in the salty water If we make it to the hill before the conversation dies Will you leave me at the bottom with no money set aside I will make it on my own I guess But I’d much rather follow you To the coast or to the rodeo Those dreams could be mine too, you know I had a red fish I used to have a red fish Such a beautiful little red fish But I left her in the salty water And that little red fish Got caught up in a tidal wave How I wish I rode a tidal wave With my little red fish So leave me Leave me Go on and leave me Leave me Go on and leave me Leave me go on and leave me Go on and on and on and on I will muster up the guts to take myself to Paris, France And wind up on my back before I’ve even smelled romance I won’t ever think of you No, I’ll be perfectly complete ‘Cept those nights I’m all alone And sleeping in a cold backseat Chorus

The King came in, took a load off, and put his feet up Opened the bags beneath his eyes And the ocean poured out I swear it did I took his heavy face into my hands Ran my fingernails through his beard And then I bit his trembling lip Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Jesus Happy Birthday Superman Hold me through the failing weather Deviant and bound together Gimme hope and sugar, gimme buttons in a jar I’ll bury my gluttonous nose into your hair Draw in the sweat and trouble there Your knotty locks and all that crazy history Did you know that though today might look so bad Worse than the foulest day you’ve had I got a secret, bunny And I know that everything is gonna be grand Congratulations cowboy Congratulations Mr. President Hold me through the failing weather Deviant and bound together Gimme hope and sugar, gimme buttons in a jar I of course will love you bunny Squeeze you ’til you turn to honey Gimme all your money, all your wishes, all your stars I am a greedy son of a gun You are all mine ’til I’m done You’re so damn sexy when you’re sad Makin’ love in a bath tub I’ll lay you down now the world can take a walk Leave us to our pillow talk Cooing all our eggs to slumber Goodnight sweet little bunny Goodnight Holden Caulfield Goodnight Captain Underpants Hold me through the failing weather Deviant and bound together Gimme hope and sugar, gimme buttons in a jar I of course will love you bunny Squeeze you ’til you turn to honey Gimme all your money, all your wishes, all your stars