And all the grown-ups will say, "But why are the kids crying?" And the kids will say, "Haven't you heard? Rik is dead" RIP RIK MAYALL
Crows in the food court

Cold as hell black as spades
Roaring through my head
One side of his face a kiss
Whirlpool got redundant
Silence speaks louder than words

It was words strung into sentences
Next mistake...no more mistakes!

There's a prison in my mind
Hair... is burning
Empty jars of sleeping pills

Fire in my veins
One side of his face a kiss
One side of his face a kiss
Don't remember where I was

Cold as hell black as spades
One side of his face a kiss
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Roaring through my head
There's a prison in my mind
Oh, what do you expect me to do?
But won't take his hair
She will serve me too
Claiming validity
Endangered species, caged in fright
New world order comes in stages
Endangered species, caged in fright

Noise Pollution with a droning sound track
 
Rules you break and just let it slide
All rights will be denied
Now I can only laugh
D-day, next stop normandie
On the train of consequences
Monitoring all wages

Now I can only laugh
On the train of consequences
Now I can only laugh

Cold as hell black as spades
On the train of consequences
Now I can only laugh
Now I can only laugh
Examining my head
Cold as hell black as spades
There's bad news creeping up
I'm not trash any longer
Now I can only laugh
Governed by laws set up by me


I'm not trash any longer
Monitoring all wages
All rights will be denied
Governed by laws set up by me
Examining my head
Rules you break and just let it slide
You didn't want us anyway

There's bad news creeping up
All rights will be denied
Point blank, you're so courageous ...
Examining my head
D-day, next stop normandie

There's bad news creeping up
On the train of consequences
Governed by laws set up by me
Examining my head
There's bad news creeping up
How could it end this way?
Examining my head
Rules you break and just let it slide

World leaders sell missiles cheap
I'm not trash any longer
There's bad news creeping up
How could it end this way?

All rights will be denied

D-day, next stop normandie
Rules you break and just let it slide
On the train of consequences
Now I can only laugh
I'm not trash any longer
Now I can only laugh
Governed by laws set up by me

Serpent swims free in my blood
On the train of consequences
Until all is lost
Now I can only laugh
D-day, next stop normandie

There's bad news creeping up
Rules you break and just let it slide
All rights will be denied
Cold as hell black as spades
Killed a few feet from the cages
Heart All Of Me A Magic Stick Insect
coming home like a letter bomb
In my rearview mirror
looking for my place
tellin' me things that I already know

and my pants ain't getting no bigger
gazing alone through sex painted windows
of a dream that got cremated
turn the lights out

could you tell me how to get to the Soviet embassy?
haunting my brain
I can barely speak.
so many people


dogs are howling to themselves
please enjoy
that there's something more to be real
the sound comes from above

blowing like a smoke machine
optimistic xerox of yourself
shakes his golden mane
yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave

coming home like a letter bomb
in my rearview mirror
looking for my place
tellin' me things that I already know
Lemonade Eyelids
Because one's got a weasel
the other's got a flag
blasting his TV back at me
he is  youthless and pretending with his bare hands holding nothing
Walking 'til restless
I eat alone in the desert
I'm a full grown man
Well his wife was cooking canned beans
you gamble your soul away
Climbing up on the back porch fence
pushing like a fishing pol
Plastic classic, classic plastic
you’re handing me a cancelled check
And they're all scared and stiff
Well, Christ had twelve apostles
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
your old bones are on their own
And I'm falling out of the conversation
Holy as a blessed worm
Yellow car, yellow car
you’re the one that I desired
Because one had a weasel
the other had a flag
blasting his TV back at me
he was  youthless and pretending with his bare hands holding nothing
Walk 'til restless with Lemonade Eyelids

 
NEGΔTIVE GLITTER
Melting down all metals, turning plows and sheats to swords
Endangered species, caged in fright
The stair creaks, I precariously sneak
A snake you were when we met
Let me show you, how I love you

Just may not be my turn
Up into my hideout
Never sat-is-fied
Know it all scholar
You belong to me

People clutter in the gutter
Oh yeah
People clutter in the gutter
Atmospheric Bizarre
the ditch is  waiting
it can’t be found on their  maps
the guitar tuners sing that pussy galore song
I can't find my  way back

In the mangles of hair
 just found me a bottle
you can run and be killed
I can't find my way back

bad times, worse times,
in a black-out room
air is thinning
I can't find my way back

special people soak up fire
the message I received is gone
from a moving van
I can't find my way back

recalling,
breaking,
aching,
crying,
making sure
for it is  a frolicking depression.
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
I can't find my way back
the ditch is  waiting
it can’t be found on their  maps
the guitar tuners sing that pussy galore song
If only I could find the Atmospheric Bizarre
Boy Put in Hell
a ziploc bag
 a pelican bone
meditating with the devil.
doing the downward dog

tried to rest
things to do
coughing with no mouth
didn't even know where I was
the typecast heathen
the weight of the world
the future is all rancid
someone's crying',

put me down
freaks flock together
snooty
something’s changing
Fighting a fire with bare hands
Soldier, don't be afraid
ask the doctor
who’s gonna answer a boy put in hell


John 5
Chickens in the house
is turning into convention
throw it all away
we're having a picnic on the other side of town
evaporated meats
I got bent like a wet cigarette
need a pipeline to the night
who would ever notice
and this riff raff ain't laughing with them
loves and White noise, turn the lights out
got canned at the cannery
end of  days will come, happiness will be mine
holy ghost, mouldy toast
walking backwards
telling me to get busy cleaning
 nothin' happened
it wasn't night it was day
like a rubber balloon,
the doctor takes a rest
the walls are all white
chickens in the house
is turning into convention
throw it all away
we had a picnic on the other side of town
My name is john 5