I'm going down, down, down, down I'm going where I've been You know that one's going places but I'm going nowhere but in Now it's water now it's blood I'm perched on a round white stone This fool's pool is a remarkable tool Yeah, help me find my way home I'm walking between the shadow and the fear I'm walking after midnight I'm walking in the moonlight I'm more I'm a midnight creep I'm walking on the water with the farmer and his daughter I'm walking down Canal Street knocking at every door I'm going down, down, down, down Now it's water now it's blood I'm perched on a round white stone This fool's pool is a remarkable tool Yeah, help me find my way home I'm going down in the valley where my love it grows I'm going down the place where the babies' toes grow I'm going down..... I'm riding on the water with the hostesses...the airline ghostesses.... The nurse she cried god save his soul and all I said was jelly roll and all I cried was jelly roll

Fardrei dir dayn eigenen kop ves du denken as ist meiner. [woof woof] As ist meiner [bow wow woof woof] Go mix up your own head until you think it's mine If you did that you might just have an eye on why I try and try but in the end you're the same Go mix up your own head until you think it's mine Nisht gefonfet As der Mama shlug der Tata, gain der kinder tantzen [woof woof] As ist meiner [bow wow woof woof] Fardrei dir dayn eigenen kop ves du denken as ist meiner. [woof woof] As ist meiner [bow wow woof woof]

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gonna kill me half a dozen then they’ll drag me arse away don’t want a trial don’t need a jury please let's just leave today! [ i got a porsche engine in my dune buggy mother fuckers ] spector has come to join us gives new meaning to wall of sound he’ll produce all our wailings as his face we'd like to pound! i wanna go live with charlie manson i must go, do more wrong i wanna go live with charlie manson go and write this groovy song i wanna go live with charlie manson i must go, do more wrong i wanna go live with charlie manson go and write some far out song don’t pretend that you're not thinkin' you don’t want me offin' you but i can't live without charlie so that's what i'm gonna do! i wanna go live with charlie manson i must go, do more wrong i wanna go live with charlie manson go and write this fucked up song [ got my dune buggy attack battalion coming down the wash. got a cheetah skin wrapped around the top of the roll bar. got a big ol' carving knife stuck there next to the handlebars. gonna fix me up with the biggest-ass machine gun you fucking ever seen... ]

Never asking for warmth It continues to Shine a light upon everything Always giving with arms stretched In a wide embrace Always burning back the darkness That fills the void Shining a light upon everything Always lighting clearly the path To the middle way When it’s up in the sky Providing light to those below And when the day is done and it’s time to set Alone it remains Never asking for anything It continues to be alone Never asking for anything It continues to be alone Never tempted to give in And fade away Always provide, never subside forevermore Never asking for warmth It continues to burn Never took for granted all the things You have done Na-na-na-na….. Always moving forward Carry on homeward bound

I. And Ever the Pyres of the Dead Burn Thick Great Phoebus Apollo Unbend your silver bow for mankind is weary of the slaughter The proud the meek, the foolish and the wise The guilty and the innocent alike Die beneath your vengeful shafts And never is there an end to the hot blood smell This woman now of Port Said Barefoot in her dress of rusty black Mounting a basket on her head with cans of food raided from some sacked store Or flaming army dump Buys perhaps another week of life for herself and orphaned brood What is the crime of such as she Condemned to suffer so? II. Report to Herod Sir, resistance was encountered from a bomb crater made by a B-52 and so a private in my patrol threw a grenade into the crater but somebody threw it back and it blew up and injured three of my men I went myself then and took a grenade pulled the pin and waited just long enough before lobbing it into the crater That put an end to the resistance we checked in there and found one dead VC baby three VC kids also dead and two VC women one still living with her left leg blown off Sir, the chaplain asked me if I'd serve mass for him again tomorrow OK, sir, if I go? III. Viaticum It was a heartfelt confession Perhaps the most contrite I ever heard I found a small spot on his cheek where I could anoint him All the rest of his poor body being burned His death, I think, was happy But what a pity Just 22, and his life ahead of him A human torch He said we’d burned so many with our napalm he wanted us to know what it was really like. Fantastic how the young get things mixed up It comes from reading But he repented honestly and made a Christian end.

When I got home last night there was a bullet in my bed When I got home last night there was a bullet in my bed I sucked it up from the sheets and it lodged inside my head In the morning when I woke up, this is what I said: What's for breakfast kids? Ghost toast and hell jelly, courtesy of the Air Brigade And when I woke up, like rising from the dead I found the bullet had burrowed deep inside my head I got my red gloves, I got my bullets I got my hand grenades - the Air Brigade is on my side What's for breakfast kids? Ghost toast and hell jelly Courtesy of the Air Brigade Put on your red gloves mama Reach on up in that chicken That's where they store the hand grenades When I got home last night there was a bullet in my bed I sucked it up from the sheets and it lodged inside my head In the morning when I woke up, this is what I said: A lovely breakfast starts off with agent orange, ghost toast and cinna-bombs, hell jelly on the side

You’re not around to see-saw You’re not around to free-fall Never around at all You’re not around to fight me You’re not around when I need Never supposed to leave me here I’m ready, but I can’t decide if I’m prepared I could be happy, but I need to be in pain with you I go and pound the door until it starts to hit me back You’re the key I need to open up my wounds You're not around to nose dive You're not around to landslide Never around at all You're not around to save me You're not around to break me Never supposed to leave me here

Wake up in the morning, headin' to the bar I really need a drink before the 10th hour Slew foot and sideways I make it through the town My flask is empty, my head is down Stopping at the corner, I take a little break My bones they hurt, my head it aches Looking for a corner to drain my little head Fuck - but it's too late, it's running down my leg Filthy piss-soaked monkey, thirsty for a stout Dirty little bugger, he's wavin' it about Others did not like this, gave him a mighty clout "Out the fucking pub cunt!" they began to shout Bleeding on the corner wall, he hides his shame to pout Let this be a lesson learned - don't be a drunken lout! Booted out of one bar, trolling for another To get me next pint, I'd cut me own mother Stopping at the corner to beg a little change The bystanders flee before I get in range Empty out me pockets to see what I can find There's a piss-soaked twenty I didn't know was mine I pork pies a rub-a-dub a little up the street I sweet-talk the bouncer 'fore he smells the pee Filthy piss-soaked monkey, thirsty for a stout Dirty little bugger, he's wavin' it about Others did not like this, gave him a mighty clout "Out the fucking pub cunt!" they began to shout Bleeding on the corner wall, he hides his shame to pout Let this be a lesson learned - don't be a drunken lout! Swayin' in the tea time, lookin' for that sign Gotta get a Guiness, I really got no time All the senses rushin' back, pannin' in my head If I dont feed the liver fast, I'll prolly wake up dead I have no clue of what 'n how 'n who or where I be Help me try to stand, or get me to that tree Never get enough, I never learn before I pay Driftin' in a black out, the brain has gone away Filthy piss-soaked monkey, thirsty for a stout Dirty little bugger, he's wavin' it about Others did not like this, gave him a mighty clout "Out the fucking pub cunt!" they began to shout Bleeding on the corner wall, he hides his shame to pout Let this be a lesson learned - don't be a drunken lout

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ha ho it's such a sad tale little johnny and his horrible life and how he had to live in a trailer his momma used to beat him with a shovel in the trailer it was bad it was really bad and now he's playing guitar and having fun with the boys bob's in the front room sucking on crack johnny's in the back room hooked on smack go johnny stupid fucking johnny bob's in the front room sucking on crack johnny's in the back O.D.'d on smack hurray fucking johnny candy's out looking for someone to own lots of money and listen to her moan like johnny stupid fucking johnny oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny the ambulance says oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny and they're taking him away little johnny's out, having lots of fun he's not dead but he might as well be cause he's a stupid fucking cunt the only thing worse than his guitar playing is his fucking singing give me a fucking break oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny would you shut the fuck up now oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny the ambulance says oh johnny oh johnny oh johnny and they're taking him away find some cunt in the Hecht company shouldn't have been on his knees looking for some money hahahahaha stupid fucking johnny on his knees johnny's in the back room O.D.-ing oh god somebody call the paramedics he's really fucking blue he's in the toilet and nobody's flushed