Time pushes

Time pushes a cigatetttte through the bats of this cage
this goddam monkeyhouse we live in
stuopidly plundered the shinebo, looking fpr loose change
like i needed another hole in the head

can’t hold a candle without blowing it away
no-one can stand it,seems to me you lived your life
like a candle in the wind,
nevet knoing which way the wind blows
until its too late

too sensitive to smile, too evil to sneer
you’re undecided, now irs your turn to steer
god almighty, give me the strength to continue
do i amuse you, am i gonna have to take this gun, load it and put a bullet right in you?

its alright ladies i’m only messing wit yo
bur setiously i gor a cartridge here and i’m just about ready
to lock and load it into the breach my friend,
hit me one more time

Granny’s Armalite Rifle

Gimme the riff you know i’m mortally challenged
Headstrong by default, you kow i’m unbalanced
loves him, she loves him but just for a short while
let me tell you something rhat will make you smile

the cop shop ran out of donuts and they had to get cakes in
loves yo she loves you, yeah yeah teeth in the cup of has-beens
cop shop witness protection ran out of smokes
where have all the good folks gone, or are we just out of folks

Loved him for a short while then i ran out of reason
time of the century to turn out the season
sits on the toilet like a girl, well why shouldn’t he
he was only 16 when he got his pudding plonked to the nth degree

only 16, you were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off
not the whole fucking 9 yards, Rimsky-Korsakov
Don’t bring me down. don’t you ever call my name
i ‘ll be wincing in heaven forever when i die, in shame

No-one wants to hear your blues

Clipping the ticket at every opportunity
Never leaving a space for operative unity
never mind the ballots heres the system, you’ve swallowed it
hook, line and sinker, just for the hell of it

its a helluva time to be raising a brat
Glad i’m not a part of thar, wouldn’t wanna touch that
Welcome to the world, eve of destruction
Won’t you come on in, I can’t offer you nix but distaction

tell me over and over/////
how much it sucks
to be in your shoes
how many more times doihave to tell you
no-one wants to hear about your motherfuckin blues

Every tie you open your mouth
I see a little more sick in it
an open cavity stinking of gin
frankly i find it sickening

tomboy rumours send heavens abound
heavens to betsy, you’ve heard the rumours
you saw the results from the ultrasound
For fucks sake, you haven’t got a tumor