These words are captured on tape on the album Sold Out! We recently received an e-mail from a cult leader in New Mexico, informing us that these words have become a sort of Bible for his little group. We don't suggest you take it that far, but you might want to get the tape.
Sweater Lovin'
Heroin, coffee and cigarettes
Riverboat gambling and placing bets
None of these things really interest me
But don't you ever think I got off scot-free
You know fuzzy warm sweaters are my cup of tea
Late in the day, I head straight for the mall
When I see those colors, I buy them all
Can't fit 'em in the closet, pouring out in the hall
Got a stack of damn sweaters nearly eight feet tall
Turtleneck, cashmere, or cardigan
Hilfiger, Polo or J. Riggins
These sweaters are as good as homemade sin
I'm trying to walk upright but I did it again
Everyday
I know the past is gone, but I remember when
The sun shone in the sky, and in your grin
I'm not Superman, I don't even try
We're not what we used to be, I don't see why
There's something I can see
That makes you a part of me
There must be a reason I can't win
Everyday - I think of what you say
Everyday - I feel the price of pain
Everyday - Our hearts will stay the same
Everyday
I drove down to the beach and stared at the sand
It answers my questions now, it makes me a man
I drive home alone, I understand
I know that you must leave, I don't see why
Reduce/Reuse
With a bag full of sacks and a shoe full of socks
The gleeful ex-prophet will walk till he drops
A gun-bearing totebag, a slimmed down simple gag
Well-reasoned thoughts go, dinosaurs don't know
He won't throw it away till recycling day
He won't throw it away till recycling day
Gargantuan towers if you get there first
A soft stone-washed pillar, a sense of self-worth
Nobody watches the radio station here
All it produces is a sense of self-fear
Calm me down and spin me around
Calm me down and spin me around
Calm me down and spin me around
Walk on me down and spin me around
Score One for Vampire Boy
Woke up this morning paranoid and sweaty
From a honeydew concotion mixed with blood
You must have slipped that in
I took a sip and then
Woke up this morning paranoid and sweaty
Score one for vampire boy
Just like you said you would
You caught me with my cross off
You made me turn the lights off
Score one for vampire boy
But give me two points for bravery
Time Will Tell
Time will tell if I'll still love you like I did
But even if do, I don't think
It will be the same
Time will tell if all our wounds will heal
But even if they do, I don't think
We will feel the same
Heartache is hearbreak
And all your schemes are killing me
First place is last place
When your ideas start taking shape
This way or that way
So let it be just as it may
Not Turning Cartwheels
I'm not turning cartwheels or doing somersaults
Since when does that mean that I don't care
I'm not turning cartwheels or twirling hula hoops
When you come to see me, I'll be here
Travelling across the great expanse
Don't want to miss you when I have the chance
Just another passed opportunity
I really want to show my gratuity
Guess I show these things in funny ways
You don't see me waiting, causing you to think
That I'm not turning cartwheels, etc.
I'm a dollar short but undeterred
I'm a day late and a loss for words
Try to understand why I lag behind
Just a little worried say the undersigned
You think it might have been a planned delay
You don't see me struggle, causing you to say
I Don't Remember
I have memories of real tall trees and bitter tasting milkshakes
Home sweet crushed lemonade and poems I still recite
I don't remember
I don't remember
I don't really remember
The lies we told back home
I don't remember
I don't remember
I don't really remember
Now that I am grown
Memories of bumblebees and all those punctured tire swings
My faded leather suitcase as I headed towards the mountains
Swinging past the old brick walls, the ones that used to keep me here
Riding past on a camel's back like a dolled up Arab sheik
