Well

There must have been a mix up when uncle Steve got laid to rest 
He was supposed to go the barbecue but he got sent up instead 

God was on their day off and St Peter got called away
It was pandemonium in heaven so Uncle Steve thought he’d stay

The jokes on you. The jokes on you. Uncle Steve died on a Sunday when there was nothing God could do. 

He was supposed to take his place in line to be judged with the other folks
But while the guards were looking ‘round he ducked under the ropes

He suddenly saw a gathering of angels watching the game 
So he saddled up and cracked a beer to lighten up the place

The jokes on you. The jokes on you. Uncle Steve died on a Sunday when there was nothing God could do. 

Is that a holy halo that’s a-shining oh so bright? 
No that’s just the sun reflecting off of his miller lite


Soon he had those good souls hanging out and smoking pot
And betting on the game and drinking till they plopped 


St Peter stomped back to work in a really pissy mood
He shouted “who let this asshole in? Someone have him removed!” 

But just before a seraphim threw Uncle Steve way down the well 
God stumbled off their bar stool saying, “aaaah, let ‘im stay, man, what the hell?”
So
The jokes on you. The jokes on you. Uncle Steve died on a Sunday when God was kicking off their shoes. 

The jokes on you. The jokes on you. Uncle Steve died on a Sunday when god put judgements on the snooze  

Yeah, The jokes on you. And the jokes on me!
Life’s too hard, Hell’s too Hot and Heaven’s too god damn
boring, but

Here’s a bit of wisdom that might help you with the pain
If you don’t
 pay attention, friend,
then you can’t complain. 

Here’s one scrap of wisdom that could help you with your pain
If you don’t pay attention 
then 
you can’t 
complain.

Uncle Steve

An answer to an answer. 

Lyrics: 

Incinerator Man  


The moon holds itself in the dark with its glow

The monster moves through the garden

And waits beneath the window 


I take the monster for a walk and plough into town 

My monster has a chimney sticking out of its back 

I try to find a single story I can bring home
 
That won’t give you a flat-out heart attack 

But I’m the only living boy in New York

Even though I just arrived 

And I can’t stay very long 

The very last train is leaving at a quarter past five 


I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man
I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man
I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man

and it’s all going 
to plan 



To be honest I’m not allowed back in the house 

It’s Bethlehem there with the crib and the moping mouse

I’m either hiding under the school desk braced

Or commuting between Moscow and outer space

I’m thinking of drinking something truly horrible

I’m a slow moving monster with a 
giant 
chimney        
sticking 
out of my back.
 Look out! 


I’m coming on fast just like I came before!
I’m all over the place. I’m the same but more. 

There never ever was any turning back 

I’m coming at last! I’m a full on heart attack. 



I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man
I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man
I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man

and it’s all going 
to plan 


Now I’m hanging my head beneath your window 

Scratching my back with your black fire iron 

Kicking myself for not giving you a kiss

Before I gave you your heart attack 

and my last chance was missed 


I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man
I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man
I-i-i-i’m the incinerator man

and I wish it would just rain 
so this movie could end

Incinerator Man (Nick Cave)

I lost faith in God 
Somewhere around
The third grade
Cause the Bible didn’t have 
Dinosaurs 

I lost faith in presidents
around the same time
I think you know why 

But I never lost 
Faith in you 

I learned how to worry in the 
First grade
And I struggled to learn anything else 
I worried about school
I worried about home 
I worried about Death
I worried about worrying tooooo much

But I don’t worry when I’m with you 
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-duh
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Duhhhhh

I started feeling stupid in the 
Fourth grade 
When I got every answer on my math test 
Wrong 

I thought I would never get to be
Anything
But dumb and alone 

But I feel like someone 
Smart 
With you

I feel safe 
I feel seen
I feel hope
I feel ready 
Now I’m ready

Cmon let’s go
Cmon let’s leave 
Cmon there’s a train there
Waiting to take us away 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

The Wedding Song

Dragula is the name of grandpa Munster’s cool dragster car in "The Munsters". 

There’s a little boy sitting on the floor of his mother’s apartment watching his favorite tv show and dreaming up ghoulish imagery of rats and weeds and hounds and hellfire and, for 23 minutes a week, he controls all of it so he is not a scared little boy sitting all alone in his mother’s apartment and, for that 23 minutes, he forgets that he’s cold.

kind & brotherly