Sold my Stones 45's 
And traded in my 'stang 
I lost it all in a time warp 
My generation boomeranged

Yesterday, was it great? 
Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes 
I couldn't get up for the day 
Wasn't yesterday great

Dropping out of the machine 
Walk the nuclear slide 
Got a headache from the strobelights 
An acid overdrive

Yesterday, was it great 
Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes 
I couldn't get up for the day 
Wasn't yesterday great

Put a quarter in the pay phone 
I buy all the lies 
If forever is a moment 
I'd sell tomorrow night

Yesterday, was it great 
Stayed in bed in my hangover clothes 
I couldn't get up for the day 
Wasn't yesterday great 
Wasn't, wasn't yesterday great

I never saw the trouble in front of me 
I never felt the whip come down 
Found my suicide motel room key 
It took an ol' blind bloodhound

My record players broken again 
The red lights flickerin'

If it's good enough for rock n' roll 
Well it's good enough for me 
If it's good enough for rock n' roll 
Well it's good enough for me

Waiting for this liquor store thief 
Just a lawyer in a fake pony skin 
Stolen from yesterdays bleed 
Bring your own bottle of sin

Thought I saw your silhouette 
Buy my alcohol goggles are cracked

If it's good enough for rock n' roll 
Well it's good enough for me 
If it's good enough for rock n' roll 
Well it's good enough for me

Tell me how you want it 
I ain't getting down on my knees 
Show me how you goy it 
I ain't getting down on my knees 
My record players broken again 
The red lights flickerin'

If it's good enough for rock n' roll 
Well it's good enough for me 
If it's good enough for rock n' roll 
Well it's good enough for me

Undertaker of the overkill 
Coming down from the model glue 
Vegas strip couldn't rob you blind 
Weekends free with the genocide

Zero hour, rapid fire Panic stricken, desperation

Zip gun, 
I'm a liquor store thief zip gun, 
Trailer park white trash

Battleground of the junkie glam Time bombs, 
Shooting rubberbands 
Blackout ain't a flashback 
Just the end of innocent

White lies, hard crime make believe, smokescreen

Zip gun, 
I'm a liquor store thief zip gun, 
Trailer park white trash

Walking wounded, 
Gotta get outta here 
Damned and stupid, 
Sinking feeling 
I'm buried here

Zip gun, 
I'm a liquor store thief Zip gun, 
trailer park white trash

Bitter pills washed down with vodka and hope beautiful, 
but strung out, socially stoned cold sweats and fake charms,
tranquilize my heart Tattoo euphoria on the battle scars

You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher

Speedballs, rememdy your world 
Speed killed the weirdo 
I built circled my universe, tranquilized and died 
Can't watch you drag down a star in overdrive

You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher

This is the low, this is the low 
You're so alone, so alone, so alone

You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher than I was 
You're getting higher

Remember Mickey Marmalade 
Was a glitter symphony 
Bellbottomoed roadie 
A pacified pretty thing

Ziggy had a super heart but the rock star 
Got really bored so he sold his soul 
To the Music Television whores

Empty bottle robots 
Whacked out noisy folk songs 
Leading from the back 
But nowhere to go, no, yeah

The jeepster was the boogie guru 
The groover, grooved to the world 
His tiger Les Paul was 
Poetry to the blues

Empty bottle robots 
Whacked out noisy folk songs 
Leading from the back 
But nowhere to go, no, yeah 

Can't sing the blues in this crowded room 
If nobody will buy me a drink 
A simple drink, it's unhappy hour 
Bury me on Bourbon St. 
I lost the power over you 
I miss the power over you

Let's celebrate, all the cheap things 
Sucking down booze with my strength 
What happened to the naked truth 
It vanished with the weakest fight 
I lost the power over you 
I miss the power over you

Blue grass mosquito, 
Blue grass mosquito 
I lots the power over you

Can't sing the blues in this crowded room 
If nobody will buy me a drink 
A simple drink, it's unhappy hour 
Bury me on Bourbon St. 

She's not a girl who misses much 
Do do do do do do, oh yeah

She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand 
Like a lizard on a window pane 
The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors 
On his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime 
A soap inpression of his wife 
Which he ate and donated to the national trust

I need a fix 'cause I'm going down 
Down to the bits that I left uptown 
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down

Mother Superior jump the gun

Happiness is a warm gun 
Happiness is a warm gun 
When I hold you in my arms 
And I feel my finger on your trigger 
I know no one can do me no harm 
Because happiness is a warm gun
Yes it is

She's a tongue twisting storm 
She will come to the show tonight 
Praying to the light machine 
She wants my money, not my honey 
She's a funky thigh collector 
Laying on electric dreams

So come on, come on 
We've really got a good thing going 
Come on, come on 
If you think we're gonna make it 
You better hang on to yourself

We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball and play 
But then we move around like tigers on vaseline 
The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar 
You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars

So come on, come on 
We've really got a good thing going 
Come on, come on 
If you think we're gonna make it 
You better hang on to yourself

So come on, come on 
We've really got a good thing going 
Come on, come on 
If you think we're gonna make it 
You better hang on to yourself

What's the worst that could happen 
Always more of the same 
Sleeping pills never killed 
All the fears I never feel 
Just the damage and pain

I hate you most when you panic 
It's a personal war 
Little sad, but never mad 
Had to smash your looking glass 
If I had wings, I'd be gone

This is the worst song that's stuck in my head 
I can't remember to forget the things you said 
This is me, being you, telling me this is the worst

You ain' the worst or the last 
Could you ever be wrong 
Crashed the car, burned the house 
All the kids are lost and found It never happened, I'm gone

This is the worst song that's stuck in my head 
I can't remember to forget the things you said 
This is me, being you, telling me this is the worst

Do we fall apart, in pieces now 
Do we fall apart, in pieces now 
I'll show you how

This is the worst song in my head 
This is the worst song in my head 
This is the worst song in my head, worst song in my head 
This is the worst
This is the worst

Captain Chaos 
Jonesin' sweet desperation 
Captain Chaos 
So young, strung out n' numb

Souvenirs from hell and back 
Left your wreckage in a body bag

Captain Chaos 
Buried with my Telecaster 
Captain Chaos 
The money chord didn't fail ya'

You drink n' forget you're just a drunk 
Stay pretty n' hopr you die young 
I'll miss the songs you'll never write 
You played so good, it made you go blind

Captain Chaos 
Buried with my Telecaster

Captain Chaos 
The money chord didn't fail ya'

Everybody had you all wrong 
You're human underneath the God you gave, 
Like you were the Jesus 
Then died for the same reason

Captain Chaos 
Buried with my Telecaster 
Captain Chaos 
Did everybody say they knew ya' 
Captain Chaos 
Jonesin' sweet, sweet desperation 
Captain Chaos 
So young, strung out and numb

I think you're really weird 
Damned and neurotic 
That green hair's kinda queer 
And it really makes me sick 
If talk is so cheap 
Then your bullshits expensive 
Wash your mouth you stink, dangerous and vicious 
Like you, incarcerate me now

Can't breathe, don't need punk rock pollution 
Can't breathe, don't need punk rock pollution

Somebody strung me up violent stupid drunks 
Suffocate me now 
Don't leave me here in rehab bad clash, 
Used up New York Dolls

Can't breathe, don't need punk rock pollution 
Can't breathe, don't need punk rock pollution

I think you're really weird 
Damned and neurotic queer 
Incarcerate me now, disintegrate me 
Wash your mouth you really stink, 
Dangerous and viscous piece of shit

Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution 
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution 
Can't breathe, don't need, neat, neat, neat, neat 
Punk rock pollution