Lyrics
Lyrics for the album “Power Ballads for Righties”
Perfect
We live
Then we die
Perfect in every way
Everything’s perfect today
So fall
Through the glass
Close your eyes and you won’t bleed
I hear the sun when you say
Tomorrow may never come
But it’s perfect today
Then we die
In time we all say goodbye
Nothing is perfect for long
Your flesh
Cold and gray
Don’t be afraid of tonight
At least for now we can say
Tomorrow may never come
But it’s perfect today
Captain Shankey
Walking barefoot on light bulbs
His nerves are raw
Drilling highballs
Lives in the ground four leaf clover crown
Dying to forgive he would kill to live
And he’s so full of himself
And empty to the core
Of compassion
His blood sugar’s low
And in the morning
When he shaves
He holds that razor blade next to his throat
And it never lies
Worse Than Life Itself
Dusted men in well-made beds
With technicolor peepshow eyes
Looking for the perfect waitress
Telling California lies
The wife’s at home she’s in the closet
Used to be a circus star
Wearing bullet-proof mascara
Dries her tears with caviar
Classroom on the edge of town
A drunk mortician casts her spell
Wearing love like Christmas morning
True believers rot in hell
Busted man the iron lung
Showing off his battle scar
In the graveyard he’s a dancer
In the bedroom she’s a star
Greets the dawn with cocaine vision
Yesterday was fireproof
Now he’s climbing Jacob’s ladder
To the noose that’s on the roof
Pissed Off or Bored
That’s Jesus hanging on your door
I know I’ve seen him there before
Don’t know if he’s pissed off or bored
I hear your lies through these thin walls
Where people die for concrete floors
And now you’re face down on the mirror
The air just got hotter
Three hubcaps and some blotter
Get some sleep party boy
I can’t remember faces
And I don’t remember where I’ve been
Everything
I love you more than life
I love you when you’re dead
Keep you in my bed
I love you when you’re dead
Everything I am
Everything I’m not
Everything I need
Everything I got
Stingbean
I’ve got a headache
Can you tell?
My favorite Skynrd song name is ooh that smell
I know somebody
Went to hell
Died in the neon glare of some Taco Bell
Here’s twenty dollars
Where you been?
Washington Square Park twenty four hours again
Life is just a party
Compulsia
No life without death
No death without life
Can you live with this ambrosia?
When I was a child
Seventy two hours ago
Broke my collarbone
Don’t like what I see
Close eyes count to four
Ambrosia
Damn brosia
Narcolepsy
Falling through star spangled Demerol clouds in your eyes
And I think I’m thinking too much
Are you tired of death are you tired of life?
Are you good with your hands are you good with a knife?
My head doesn’t feel as safe as yesterday
When I look at people I see furniture
Are you tired of death are you tired of life?
Are you good with your hands are you good with a knife?
Turn the lock on the door nothing’s left to explain
If you look good in red you can open a vein
Happy Birthday
It doesn’t matter if you never saw the fall
The winter time was beyond the call
You died within your means
You’ve shown up in my dreams
Be careful where you’re seen
El Santo
I’ve never burned
Like you instead
It’s velvet knives
When I’m out of my head
When you burn you burn out
And you know what I mean
For the love of vinyl
And gasoline
Acid and caffeine
Texas and Arlene
Topeka
If it’s Topeka that you’re after
It’s Jesus that you’ll need
Insects on the windshield
It’s a matter of speed
Can you touch it when all your senses die?
There’s no where to turn when the river is dry
My sister’s in Dodge City my Aunt lives in Abilene
I died in New York City
On East 6th Street in my dream
Merle Haggard
I don’t know what you’re saying
When you’re talking under
I’m very wired for sound
And you know my brother brought the thunder
I drove into New Jersey
The heart of dissolution
I listened to Merle Haggard
On the day before my very public execution
The air always smells best ten minutes before a tornado
Million miles removed from anything that is familiar
Split Pea
Pieces of Alice
Stunningly callous
Never immaculate birth
She’ll never bother
She won’t be bothered
Not enough places on earth
Church bells of sorrow
Toll for tomorrow
I can’t believe what I’ve seen
New dimes beside us
Dark clouds can’t hide us
That’s how it’s going to be
Perfect Reprise
Live and die
Perfect today
Perfect in every way
Goodbye
Is hate the color of my true love’s hair?
Where do you go when your life is through?
Everybody says goodbye sometime
We’re a carnival
My dear lifeless friend
You’re the human cannonball
And I’m the man who can bend
Goodbye