Eddie Walker
Jackson Cannery
Emaline
Alice Childress
Tom & Mary
For Those of Ya'll Who Wear Fanny Packs
Bad Idea
The Ultimate Sacrifice
Satan is My Master
Twin Falls



Eddie Walker

Won't you smile you look so shocked
put the nametag on your smock
we've come to see you,
Eddie Walker

We may pack a little tight
the girl up front says
it's alright
and look there's more of us
still getting off the bus
we wish you'd come back home with us

Eddie Walker,
this is your life

This one's you when you were small
you're learning how to walk
they'd pick you up
and you keep falling down
there you are with Aunt Louise
you're bouncing on her knees
remember all those trees behind the garden?
their gone, they all got cut down
when she died

CHORUS
Eddie Walker, this is your life
you never had a son or a wife
you sure had a hell of a time
Eddie Walker, this is your life

This one's you and Mary Jo
well she couldn't come
she says hello
no, Eddie Walker
she doesn't hate your guts
it's just the whole thing's
shook her up
how they picked you up
and you kept falling down
Eddie Walker, this is your life

CHORUS
Eddie Walker, this is your life
you never had a coat or a tie
you never had a reason to cry
woah no no no no oh no
This whole stack and all of these
are just a mist or overseas
we're gonna leave you
Eddie Walker

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Jackson Cannery

Stop the bus
I wanna be lonely
when seconds pass slowly
and years go flying by
you gotta stop the bus
I'll get off here
Enough's enough
and I'm leaving this factory

All she wants is food on the table
and I won't be able
to bring it home
all I wants
come on
'cause all I need
yeah, is free
'cause I'm a factory

CHORUS
Did mother nature tell you
Boy you come and go
as you please
that's what she said to me
Big brother got the keys
and I got Jackson Cannery

Millionaires and millrats
live side by side
messed up my brother's mind
he's far from earth
tell me what's he worth
same as you, same as me
in this factory

CHORUS

It's four in the morning
mother don't know that
I'm going far away
she's whispering to the moon
I hope he don't join you soon

Baby boss climbs up on
his soapbox
Great Caesar's Ghost knows
what's best for me
so stop the bus

Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go
as you please
that's what she said to me
but big brother got the keys
and I got Jackson Cannery
Big brother got the keys
and I got Jackson Cannery
Big bother got the keys
and I got Jackson Cannery

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Emaline

I wish it was last September
when we could lose ourselves in crowds every day
'cause Emaline don't walk in time
she's not the same, that's all you can say

CHORUS
when I've heard enough,
I tell myself
that we've learned our lesson but I
don't wanna walk away from Emaline

they're talking now
does she know what they're saying?
she's got the air
to float above and
I'm sinking into
someone should pay

she's dear to me and so expensive
I'm not talking 'bout money
when money talks I hate to listen
but lately it's been screaming in my ear

CHORUS

It only took me one look
to understand Emaline
sometimes I don't know what she's saying
sometimes I do, sometimes I don't
know what she's saying
but I know I know
I know what she wants to believe

I wish it was last September

Don't let me walk away from Emaline
for stupid reasons
now I'm talking 'bout money
when money talks I hate to listen
but lately it's been screaming in my ear
oh what advice --
girls need attention
well are you different than all mine?
for what it's worth,
she's got attention
from people like you
who see black and white

now I've heard enough
I'll tell you what
really shouldn't sit here and whine
I'll take you down to see my Emaline
I wish it was. . .

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Alice Childress

Some summers in the evening
after six or so
I walk on down the hill
and maybe buy a beer
I think about my friends
sometimes I wish
they lived out here
but they wouldn't
dig this town
no they wouldn't
dig this town

CHORUS
Try not to think about it
Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it
Alice Childress
anymore,
no not anymore
no

Alice the world
is full of ugly things
that you can't change
pretend it's not that way
that's my idea of faith
you can blow it off
and say there's good
in nearly everyone
just give them all a chance
give them all a chance

CHORUS

No it didn't work out
no it didn't work out
the way we thought it would
no it didn't work out
an arranged marriage
is not so good

Thank God it's you
you know your timing is
impeccable
I'm not fooling you
I don't know what to do
some dude just knocked me cold
and left me on the sidewalk
took everything I had
everything I had

try not to thing about it
Alice Childress
try not to think about it anymore
it's getting light where you are
Alice Childress
anymore, no not anymore
anymore, no not anymore

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Tom & Mary

Chicka uh chicka uh. . .
or the benefit of Tom and Mary
before our guests arrive
if they haven't found out already
it's gonna blow their minds
will they find the strength
to find the will to testify
that for the benefit of Tom and Mary
there's something we can't hide anymore?

Everybody here knows the story
some with fabricated extra parts
see the sisters shout in whispers
feeding hot air to the sparks
put a damper on the party
it will lighten up this room
but for the benefit of Tom and Mary
we've got to see the truth today

Ms. Suthernson says "here they come"
and all the chatter and the smiles
they come undone
you could hear a pin drop on the carpet floor
everyone's pretending not to hear them
knocking at the door

For the benefit of Tom and Mary
before our guests arrive
if they haven't found out already
it's gonna blow their minds
haven't found out already
and yet the seams all seem to show
that for the benefit of Tom and Mary
for the benefit of Tom and Mary
for the benefit of Tom and Mary
we gotta let the truth me known, yeah

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For Those of Ya'll Who Wear Fanny Packs

(. . .step on your fingernail. . .damn!
that's ok, I can play with one hand, see?
it sounds good!)

Oh goddamn, I saw a goddamn
fuckin goddamn
goddamn- woah!
oh goddamn
shitchya it's cool

play it on the radio
come here one time
wassup y'all
I got this funky groove goin' on
I gotta give a shout out to my homeboy in LA
wassup boy? wassup y'all, come on
Yo, this goes out to my homeboy Trey
going out in Chapel Hill
yeah shouts out to A.K.A. known as Roadie Killer

New York City, mm hmm

Yo, shouts out to my main manager man
Al Wolmark known as A.K.A. you're a bad motherfucker
C.E.C.
Bring in the bass, y'all!
yeah, and I thought that's how you felt about the motherfucker
yeah, I thought that's how you felt
yeah, Sledge, bring in the bass!
for those of y'all who wear fannie packs, come on
for those of y'all that wear fannie packs, come on
for those of y'all that wear fannie packs (and pony tails) come on
for those of y'all that wear fannie packs (and got the pony tails) come fucking on

yeah, my boy Sledge on the bass in your face
my boy Ben on the piano coming in, let him in, let him in!
yeah. . .
let my boy Ben in, alright, yeah

hey D?
hey D?
yeah, wassup?
you gonna let me in D?
wassup?
you gonna me in?
yo let that piano solo in
let me in, let me in!
goddamn, yeah!

you and your mother have seen things happen
I don't mind singing and I don't mind rappin'
I can find at least a hundred ways to get my shit
I play the piano-
goddamn that's some funky shit!

yeah, I said for those of y'all who wear fannie packs
this song's coming out, it's coming attchya!
I wanna borrow an allen wrench!
I wanna borrow some duct tape!
I wanna borrow a mic cable!
bass in your face!

bass in your face
let's break it break it break it down
we're gonna break this shit down
gimme some bass
that's pretty good
bring this shit in!
oh goddamn
shitchya it's cool

play that cymbal, man
play that tasty, tasty high hat work
yo, I'm gonna bring that tasty high hat work
bring it
I'm gonna bring that shit in
I wanna taste it, man
right now!
ah ha ha ha. . .
yo, this sound goes out to my main man
at the Point in Atlanta
wassup, G? gimme my fuckin' monitor, man!
Ernie. .
I'm sorry, I can't give you any more
monitor than that
it won't go any higher than that
because the transistors the resistors
they won't go any higher

alright, y'all
take this motherfucker out with a piano solo
goddamn, uh!
uh god-
damn!
alright, turn that shit out!
1-2-3-4. . .

(I hope you taped that-
that's our next single.
Oh, they've left.
they gave up. . .
these guys are fucking idiots!
that sucked. . .)

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Bad Idea

2-3-4. . .
pull over the car
pull over the car
I think I see some sweet squirrel rim
pull over the car (really)
pull over the car
I think I feel like -----?

CHORUS
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
you make me feel
make me feel
make me feel retarded

I can't leave it alone
jerk off on the phone (yeah!)
I want you to come on over
pretty pretty bad idea
really bad idea
really really bad idea

CHORUS

retarded, you make me feel so

(oh, yeah ok!)
na na na na na

when I stood you up
I thought that you'd give up
now I realize you're just like a dog

CHORUS

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The Ultimate Sacrifice

Now are you ready to rock?
now brace yourself
brace your fast asses
for some gut wrenching metal!

it's time for the Ultimate Sacrifice
the evil Beelzebub
the final hour is approaching
the ultimate sacrifice
the ultimate sacrifice
oh god. . .

here I sit
broken hearted
came to shit
but only farted

the ultimate sacrifice
it's too late to cry
I said it's too late to. . .
it's too late
no supper for you
the final hour approacheth
the ultimate sacrifice

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Satan is My Master

Right here and right now
Ben's gonna a little sad tale
to all you people out there

Satan is my master
he has always been
he tells me what to do
he buys my Metallica records for me
and sometimes I think

thank you very much Satan is my master

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Twin Falls

Christmas, Twin Falls, Idaho's
her oldest memory
she was only two
it's the first time she felt blue

cafeteria, Harrison Elementary
beneath the parachute
saw her without shoes
7-up I touched her thumb

and she knew it was me
although she couldn't see
unless of course she peeked

my mom's good
she got me out of
Twin Falls, Idaho
before I got to old
you know how that goes

That's where she still was
the summer she turned 17
1983, three weeks after me

So last I heard, she had twins
or maybe it was three
and though I'll never see
that don't bother me

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