Lyrics and music originally by
Joe and Mim DiBiase and "...said sadly..."

Noise Pollution               

Clear & Cold (Cover)

Lyrics:

Can you feel?
Would you heal?
All the power inside of you
Witness the might of you
Now
Tell me how
Do the righteous retalliate?
Never to imitate

You
Are the new
Theory of my theology
All my apologies
Sure
They are yours
Could you cleanse me of doubt?
Help me to figure out,

Even the righteous can't always be me.

Let me know
Can you show
While the music manipulates
Calming the heabyweight
Crown
On the ground
On your knees as you genuflect
Damning the dialect

Lights
In the night
While the brave ones are embracing me
Will you be facing me?
Fool
Silly mule
You're a glorified goat
So prepare to be smote

Even the righteous can't always be me

Are you righteous?

Even the Righteous

Lyrics:

Hey, pretty mama
You're a woman that I wanna
-Thought I couldn't- but, I'm gonna
Be a makin' you moan
You wanna a dance
But, the recipe's romance
So, I'll be taking off your pants
When I get you alone

Hey good lookin'
Hope you like hookin' up
You turn the heat up
What's the love cauldron cookin'?

Don't need no carrots
'Cause I'm gazin' at your hair, it's
All done up, the way you wear it
Makes it good for my eyes
I hope you're feelin' 
like and onion 'Cause I'm peelin' 
Off the layers while you're squealin'
I think I'm gonna cry

Girl, you're in trouble
Feel the boil, feel the bubble
Now my blood is pumping double
Let us lay down the law
Prepare your world,
Cause the earth is gonna hurl
I'm a god, you're just a girl
Open your mouth in awe

Hey good lookin'
Hope you like hookin' up
You turn the heat up
What's the love cauldron cookin'?

Love Cauldron

Lyrics:

Girl, a watched pot never boils
That's what my grandma always said
She said 'A watched pot never boils'
But, now my grandma's good and dead.

I've been musing, I've been musing about the mountains
And I've been singing, I've been singing about the sky
And I've been wondering where the hell our hearts are heading if it ain't to Heaven.
And why the love we made together and our passion always dies.

I don't suppose you think we're spoiled
And maybe it ain't nobody's fault
But, girl, a watched pot never boils
Perhaps I should have added salt.

I've been thinking, I've been thinking thoughts about you
They started dirty, but now they're wholesome, clean, and fun
And I've been wondering how a hottie with your body can have a real bodacious brain
And when you blew me behind the bar, I knew you were the one.

I don't suppose you think we're spoiled
And maybe it ain't nobody's fault
But, girl, a watched pot never boils
Perhaps I should have added salt.

I want to make love to your soul
I gotta make love to your soul

Now all my fantasies are foiled
And even though you're hot as hell
Girl, a watched pot never boils
Perhaps, for us, it's just as well.

I don't suppose you think we're spoiled
And maybe it ain't nobody's fault
But, girl, a watched pot never boils
Perhaps I should have added salt.

I should have added salt.

It's all my fault.

A Watched Pot Never Boils

Lyrics:

I'm getting with my girlie
My body's big and burly
I'm gonna give her some penultimate pain.
She's wailing like a daemon
With her unscripted screamin'
And now the blood is rushing out of my brain

Oh what a worldly wonder
The bed is torn asunder
It seems tonight I better get out the glove.
I thought it'd be a hayday
Each time I laid my lady
I didn't know I was allergic to love.

Our torrid tumbles now are turning out tough
It pulls at me whenever push comes to shove.
And yet I get too much before I get enough
Hey baby, maybe I'm allergic to love.

I'm rubbin' on her titties
The left one's really pretty
Sometimes I wish my baby carried a spare.
We take it slow, we hustle
I think I pulled a muscle
But, I can't stop now 'cause she's pulling my hair.

And even though I'm hurtin'
I've got no juice for squirtin'
And what I've shot has made her white as a dove.
Still, she's upon my body
And though she's quite the hottie,
I've got to stop it, I'm allergic to love.

Our torrid tumbles now are turning out tough
It pulls at me whenever push comes to shove.
And yet I get too much before I get enough
Hey baby, maybe I'm allergic to love.

When we bump uglies it's as dirty as mud
And when you're on me, it's like death from above.
They say a woman is the ultimate bud
Hey baby, maybe I'm allergic to love.

My baby's on the saddle
It's how she likes to straddle
My bucking bronco makes her horny as hell.
I think her pitch has risen
With every new position
Oh come on, cowgirl, let me hear how you yell.

But now the dawn is breaking
And my whole body's aching
I don't know what the hell I was thinking of.
My manic mind's been taken
By all the hate we're makin'
Hey baby, maybe I'm allergic to love.

Our torrid tumbles now are turning out tough
It pulls at me whenever push comes to shove.
And yet I get too much before I get enough
Hey baby, maybe I'm allergic to love.

When we bump uglies it's as dirty as mud
And when you're on me, it's like death from above.
They say a woman is the ultimate bud
I thought I told you...

 I'm allergic to love.

Apesh!t