If i was giving a nickel everytie i was givin..

cheap handshakes in the pews
&bad-habit's teaching old-friends new tricks
I'd be "drop-dead" rich.
but I'm still yr slightly off-center, rotting, rocking chair - keeping you off balance.
Another antique making his grandiose entrance on yr folks porch,
with a fistful of thorns - with which to draw love.
makes me wonder on where all those 'disregarded door-bells' call home?
- most likely somewhere on my street
where even the fallen leaves that gather like loose change at my feet,
call for second chances which they'll never receive.
because to be like me, is to be an empty bottle -
you'd only keep me as a reminder of a night you can't even remember.
hidden away from the mother's and father's that pretend they don't know you drink yourself to sleep.
"no-one knows you like i do" comes prior to picking you out of the room,
and heading to the well-used rooftops we're only the ghosts of loneliness congregate.
I'm "true-blue" but not in the way the term was intended to be used.
yr eyes are my noose,
but thankfully yr kiss is the blade that cuts through rope and saves my life.
and LOVE is the only word i know that can be broken down into a thousand, and still mean exactly the same thing - every single time.

"lets hear it for headaches"
the ones that come with you
and drop a pill for my debut blues
all puppet strung in love with my own doubts
born "black-belt"
yet to master myself

pocket stare's keep me in check.
and miss "speculum" reflect my head
like a star to my wall
since i don't glow in the dark no more

i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want, want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

you could kick, kick, my head offside
before i draw up my lines
starry-eyed teens tipping hats on the streets
infamy's few and far between

lonely road, back and forth i go
oh, i'll hang my head-ached head on your bed stand
don't keep safe that golden band
cause i'm no, no, no, no, yes-man

i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want, want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

homesick for nights spent on my own
these friends i grew up with never felt more alone
whenever i let loose my blue-eyed soul
i can't recall you ever wanting to call
you'd only call it quits,
you'd only call it quits



i will never let you get me down
uh-uh-uptown, and swollen gland
keep my misery a third wheel - we could drive all night
and i want to find a way to be with you
as much as i need to find a way to be me, me, me, me

me, me, me and my misery

Grave Or Gold, (She's Still A World Class Digger)

i woke up in a cradle like a casket with you
to "true blue"s,
and "baby boy rests his head"s.
I'll still bloom into you're room
with more poise than he ever could.

you can keep telling yourself I'm not your only one
but, good luck, finding sucker number...?
I won't bother you, any more, than you bothered to care.
broken record mend my head

'cause yellow brick road, you're only a way home
and there's no place like on my own
"tin head" till do us part
in the sense you're falling in love, or falling apart

they say "you're on fire."
but the kid casts tears on umbrella smiles
and i'm the press, cameras out, waiting to catch you burn up, on arrival

you can keep telling yourself I'm not your only one
but, good luck, finding sucker number...?
I won't bother you, any more, than you bothered to care.
broken record mend my head

'cause yellow brick road, you're only a way home
and there's no place like on my own
"tin head" till do us part
in the sense you're falling in love, or falling apart

Oz

say this city never sleeps, then since when did we?
dry my eyes, oil my heart
"tin head", till do us part
just lost another part of me, in you
like heartache in the hospital emergency room
then
my old boardwalk blues built yellow brick roads
there's no place like home,
there's no place like on my own
so stop, drop dead, and roll another cigarette
signing off.
casket chest.

mister prozac

If I'm (home suite or
honeymoon) in a glass room,
my jealousy threw stones to it.
i press my head against a star,
so i can be somebody
to wish upon

i'm slipping through my village green,
blues


all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

step two's, somewhat a doozy
when i'm one foot in the gurney,
and your one foot in my head
st-st-st-stepping all over me, all over again

and

no-no-nostalgia's hell on the exit
to your window ledge
but if i say so myself
loneliness don't get much better than this

i'm slipping through my village green,
blues


all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh

whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh



all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"

Hoyer Lift My Head

remember when we took our chances,
on shots in the hospital,
with whatever we could get our hands on?

and with white coats spewin' blue notes from troubled throats,
i knew a diary couldn't keep this down
so i wrote it out on the patient charts
of lover's charmed by a bouquet of a

standing ovation,
no, no, no, no, no, no chaser's

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you..

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you down

three cheers for third stories
and the hope yr tear catcher eyes catch me
hoyer lift my head off the sidewalk
and here's to you comin' back:

"someone to write home about"

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you..

what an applause.
you lived a life worth living for
sleep well
while this sleepless town
will never let me live you down

"Esio Trot."

trading in golden years for pillbox rings, anything to help nod off his teens.
your fey words fall on deaf ears, cos' it's not growing up, it's giving in.
never saw myself a chip off the old block,
I'm more or less the shoddy plank that let the ship down,
and everyone else.
my one love - another notch in your belt.

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

step one, somewhat a doosie
tripping on your folks porch in the evening
to running nosebleeds along the coastline in a gurney
just to see
my best friends again
and rosy red debutante's saving their lips
for a rainy day, and well

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

growing up's just going down with half the grace -
so i cast my flatline off the pier, and caught my summer love in flames
i jumped chest first into this one -
ear mark the shortness of breath in my lungs
and turn my face to the sun

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own

we're alone, and it shows
teens leaking from the sockets of our prefect eyes, oh
leading me in
to another night spent on my own
xx

Senorita Omeaga

"dream catcher", catch her ha, ha, happiness
on the window ledge of her widow head
aches hang beside my bedside blues
making manners out of matters of you're holy truth

light up that cigarette
angel you'll be in heaven soon
but no, i won't be there to greet you
cos' you know you're the ghost of sleeplessness
when Z's mark off my calendar's

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart

every last time third times the charm
and you're two off, a one night stand
off between the boy i am
and the man i should have been

on you're lipstick, i can taste persistence
so bootstrap you're teens back to his suite
with him and you're in, in, in, in
innocence intact

i will never know
what goes on inside you're head
but i fall more in love,
every time you fall apart