1. Pretty Babies 2. Haze 3. Counting Blue Cars 4. Explode 5. Charlie Brown's Parents 6. Give 7. Miss Emma Peel 8. Moisture 9. The Feeder 10. All She Can See 11. Only For So Long 12. Hidden track
Dishwalla: Pet Your Friends
1. Pretty Babies Everything about the world is sex And it's a message of a popular culture Telling all our children how to do it right And all through their innocence You may ask yourself why Why the need, and why the need to eroticize our children? Oh, our pretty babies Oh, how they're not ready Oh, our pretty babies Oh, how they're not ready Just down the street in beautiful There is tension, for a popular child And it doesn't get much worse than that In little beds, in little rooms Are the lost things, are the silver spoons Why the need, 'cause can't you see all the damage that it's doing? Oh, our pretty babies Oh, how they're not ready Oh, our pretty babies Oh, how they're not ready They're not ready Does it bother you to see her wrapped up Why the need, why the need to eroticize our children? Oh, our pretty babies Oh, how they're not ready Oh, our pretty babies Oh, how they're not ready, they're not ready, no They're not ready They're not ready, no man Ready, ready, man, they're not ready, no Oh, my pretty babies Oh, how they're not ready Oh, our pretty babies Oh, how they're not ready, they're not ready, no No, my pretty No, my pretty No, my pretty babies Yeah Yeah, my pretty babies Oh, yeah, my pretty babies...
2. Haze Untie the hands that bind your mind And be nice, she put a gun against her ear Inside, against a gin and tonic sky She's a star, she finds a place to lose her pain Caged as she waits inside Hate and she wants to die And she wants, and she wants to live Deny, the problem never catches light Rewind, she pours herself some self respect, yeah Caged as she waits inside Hate and she wants to die And she wants, and she wants to live She wants, she wants to live She wants She wants, she wants to live Away from this haze Away back from this haze Still, she's caged as she waits inside Hate and she wants to die And she wants, and she wants to live She wants to live Caged as she waits inside Hate and she wants to die Get me back from this haze Get me back from this haze Get me back from this haze Oooooh... Oooooh... Oooooh... Oooooh...
3. Counting Blue Cars Must have been mid-afternoon I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out and He walked with a purpose in his sneakers, down the street, he had Many questions, like children often do, he said Tell me all your thoughts on God Tell me, am I very far? Must have been late afternoon On our way, the sun broke free of the clouds We count only blue cars, skip the cracks in the street and ask Many questions, like children often do, we said Tell me all your thoughts on God, 'cause I'd really like to meet her And ask her why we're who we are, oooh Tell me all your thoughts on God, 'cause I am on my way to see her So tell me, am I very far, am I very far now? It's getting cold, picked up the pace How our shoes make hard noises in this place Our clothes are stained, we pass many cross eyed people and ask Many questions, like children often do Tell me all your thoughts on God, 'cause I'd really like to meet her And ask her why we're who we are, oooh Tell me all your thoughts on God, 'cause I am on my way to see her So tell me, am I very far? Am I very far now? Am I very far now? (tell me all your) Am I very far now? (thoughts on God) Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh (tell me all your thoughts on God) Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh (tell me all your thoughts on God)
4. Explode Bouncing and pounding My head, the backboard I need release to let it flow And I was ready Really ready I was ready to explode Oh, wasted time Oh, wasted time Wasted time, wasted time Wasted time All these revisions All of them written And Broadway needs a song to sing And sentences broken As they are spoken Feel the ink spill so unclean Oh, wasted time Oh, wasted time Wasted time, wasted time Wasted time, wasted time Wasted Wasted Wasted Wasted
5. Charlie Brown's Parents I can't hear what you're saying What you're doing to me And can't you see it would take the jaws of Life to pry open your words So pry open your words I don't want to talk about Elvis No, I don't want to go on pretending, no Because it feels like I'm talking to Talking to Charlie Brown's parents It feels like I'm talking to A lonely man without a vision, stuffed his mouth with indecision Why, he's a lonely man without a vision, stuffed his mouth with indecision, oooh 'Cause I can't hear what you're saying What you're doing to me Can't you see, it would take the jaws of Life to pry open your words I don't want to talk about Jesus And I don't want to go on converting, no Bacause it feels like I'm talking to Talking to Charlie Brown's parents It feels like I'm talking to A lonely man without a vision, stuffed his mouth with indecision, hey Why, he's a lonely man without a vision, stuffed his mouth with indecision, oooh 'Cause I can't hear what you're saying What you're doing to me And can't you see, it would take the jaws of Life to pry open your words Why, he's a lonely man without a vision Stuffed his mouth with indecision, hey Why, he's a lonely man without a vision Stuffed his mouth with indecision, oooh 'Cause I can't hear what you're saying What you're doing to me And can't you see, it would take the jaws of Life to pry open your words Pry open your words Pry open, pry open Pry open your words Oooh, yeah Pry open your words Pry, pry open your words Pry open your words Pry open your words...
6. Give I have felt the comfort Now, what did I do to disappoint you? Idle my emptiness And it keeps returning to remind me That I want to remain A child with you forever And hear as you lay before me You tease me and tell me to stay But what would you give, what would you give? I have given everything I could But I don't think it really even matters Maybe nothing does And how it keeps returning to remind me That I want to remain A child with you forever And hear as you lay before me You tease me and tell me to stay But what would you give, what would you give? Oooh... You give... Oh yeah I want to remain A child with you forever And hear as you lay before me You tease me and tell me to stay What would you give? What would you give? What would you give? What would you give? What would you give?
7. Miss Emma Peel I come home late at night On the floor to turn you on I check for tint and Technicolor 'Cause after you, there is no other And your brown hair is my connection Connects my resurrection And everyone else is just a harlot, oooh Star Search spokesmodel starlet Miss Emma Peel Black boots, kick high at his face One last look at the grace Of Miss Emma Peel Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out, that's another one down for Miss Emma Peel I sit beside her every evening And watch her rerun secrets by my ears Cat eyes watch with British humor 'Cause she's a mod-feel sixties savior And your brown hair is my connection Connects my resurrection And everyone else is just a harlot, oooh Star Search spokesmodel starlet Miss Emma Peel Black boots, kick high at his face One last look at the grace Of Miss Emma Peel Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out, that's another one down For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel Miss Emma Peel Black boots, kick high at his face One last look at the grace Of Miss Emma Peel Catch the curve of your leather heel Before he blacks out, that's another one down For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel For Miss Emma Peel
8. Moisture Live it out, let me pull the shades And mix it up, make it lemonade I've no intention of living this way No intention of living Moisture Moisture A thousand miles across the sand Burning blisters on my hands Why did you take Water from my well I am dry I sigh "take this torture from my head" How you said the sand would burn my hands And how you said the sand would burn my feet again Almost drowned inside your head Crawled back to the shore instead Why did you take And drag me through your hell I am dry I sigh "take this torture from my head" How you said the sand would burn my hands And how you said the sand would burn my feet again Moisture Moisture Take this torture from my head How you said the sand would burn my hands And how you said the sand would burn my feet again How you said the sand would burn my hands How you said the sand would burn my feet again
9. The Feeder I feel your fame, fill your pocket And I've tried to hock it I fly the friendly skies, meeting strangers And my hands pass through many You will believe, I won't deceive you Too late, 'cause it's a joke For you've got the neck of an angel Feel my hands as they choke Come on down, gather 'round I'm your healer Come on down, now you're down With the feeder I've made the pitch and you, the purchase Now, who do you worship I'll be your whore, I'll go down, maybe Just give me a chance I will sell you lies and you will thank me Too late, you've paid my bills And I crawl with flies, move ahead And to a million people, I've lied Come on down, gather 'round I'm the healer Come on down, now you're down With the feeder Come on down, now you're down I'm the healer Come on down, now you're down With the feeder Oooooh...
10. All She Can See I've never, I've never known such pure madness And for her, it's all she can see I've never, I've never known such pure madness And for her, it's all she can see, oooh How she laid low, laid low on the floor How she yelled "no", how she yelled with all of her heart, no, no Still, it's all she can see And how the pain ran deep How she holds her eyes to the ground What a waste of a soul, what a waste Never, never, never will she live without it Think about it, can she live without it? Never will she live without it, no Still, it's all she will see, no more, no more, no, no, no no no no no no no more Still, it's all, it's all, all she can see Still, it's all, it's all, all she can see Still, it's all, it's all, it's all she can see
11. Only For So Long How many times has this gone on? Call 'cause it's just been too long Say it's good to hear it's going fine Check that you're still featured in my mind And tell me what you want to hear And I'll play along And tell me when you want me near I'll play along, but only for so long, oooh Show me scars where it began And I will come with violins I don't need a clock to know it's wasted time What's your mood ring doing now? And tell me if you want me near And I'll play along Tell me what you love to fear I'll play along, but only for so long Only for so long Only for so long Only for so long Tell me if you want me near I'll play along Tell me what you love to fear I'll play along
12. Hidden track I'm trying to learn to surf I'm eating some pasta, drinking some wine I like dressing up, especially when I go out dancing I like to wear lots of very sparkly jewelry I'm a big cat lover I got pussycat hip, he's very striking, very handsome I like dressing up, especially when I go out dancing That's truly fantastic A thing I like to do, but don't tell anybody, it's a secret It's a secret (it's a secret, it's a secret, it's a secret) I'm very very, if I do, I'd be ? Do I, do I I'm trying to learn to surf (I'm trying to learn to surf, I'm trying to learn to surf) Shoes, I've got so many shoes I love shoes, I love shoes, I love shoes, I love shoes Got lots of boots as well, big Catwoman boots It's a sort of sixties zipper boots, I mean You can cut to the shoes, it's been for years Any excuse to dress up like a ?, got loads of ? I've got nothing else to say, nothing else to say, nothing else to say, nothing else to say, nothing else to say, nothing else to say (we've got pants there, and matching jacket)