What you know about liberty?

Everybody’s got to eat
Everybody’s got to work hard
To make ends meet
A little child in the corner
Playing with a doll her father got her
What you gonna tell her?
Mommy’s dead?
Mom’s in the ever after?
That I get no sleep?
That no one’s here to rescue me?

Come little birdie
Don’t you worry now
Follow me
Rise from the ashes 
From the grave
From the fallacy
A flame through the fog
The torch of my xtc
A statue of liberty

Come little birdie
Don’t you worry now
Follow me
Rise from the ashes 
From the grave
From the fallacy
A flame through the fog
The torch of my xtc
A statue of liberty

What you know about liberty?
What you know about liberty?
What you know about liberty?
What you know about liberty?

What You Know About Liberty?

The Real Life

I’m just a cripple in a wheelchair
Never to know what’s out there
Give me a slice of the real life
Never to know these empty lies 

I’m just a slave in my own head
Whipped and chained better off dead
Give me a slice of the real life
Never to know these empty lies

The Real Life

Hey you with my t-shirt on
Coming down from a high like fog 
The cupboards are empty
And there’s nothing on tv
So, turn me on
Turn me on…

Hey, it’s been an aweful day
Hey, and the sky is so cold and gray
Hey, and your eyes are so blue in shade 
Hey, and your eyes are so blue in shade

Blue In Shade

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Wonder what kind of ho you are
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Shining in the dark

It started as an avalanche
Never really had a chance
Can’t be going out like that
So he flies like superman
Kryptonite in his hand
A cell phone wonderland
Keeps his brain switching lanes
As time flies by from so much pain

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Wonder what kind of ho you are
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Shining in the dark

But where’s his Lois Lane?
Wrapped in cellophane
Fucked by every guy straight
With half a brain
Playing patty cake
In Luther’s man cave,
A maze of head games
Behind that domed pate

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Wonder what kind of ho you are
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Shining in the dark

Hypnotized by her tits and ass
She got it going on just like that
He ain’t gonna last
Kitty dripping wet petting her pussy cat
Beat it so hard she put the lost boys in a trance

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (Wonder What Kind Of Ho You Are)

In A Jar (Instrumental)

Scapegoat

The Conquerer Worm.mp3

The Heckler

Took my meds for my head
Wandered off back to bed
Had no job so I slept
Dreamt of being off my meds
Dreamt of being on the stage
Spotlights glaring in my face
Everything was going great
‘Til the heckler sealed my fate

Woke up to the dawn
Like a gun going off
The heckler in my mind
In control of my thoughts
Singing his song
The bells and whistles going off
The heckler in my mind
He’s the schizophrenic one

Shook my head full of dread
Sitting up in my bed
What the heck can’t I rest?
Put my head back to bed
Put my head in God’s hands
Follow Him until the end
I’ll never get any rest
Thinking ‘bout what the heckler said

Woke up to the dawn
Like a gun going off
The heckler in my mind
In control of my thoughts
Singing his song
The bells and whistles going off
The heckler in my mind
He’s the schizophrenic one

So what just let me be
Let me fall back to sleep
Let me dream away the days
Let my mind drift away
Let me back on the stage
Let me get out my rage
Let me know fickle fame
Leave me heckler to my cage

Took my meds for my head
But there’s one voice left undead
Telling me these little lies
Showing me that nothing’s right
Why don’t I just fucking die?
Where’s the flame gone inside?
Ordinary is my life.
Says the heckler in my mind.

~Jonah Schneider

The Heckler.mp3

Do You Know The Way Back To Normal? (Instrumental)

My life is pretty boring
My life is pretty strange
Got up in the morning
It was just another day
Clouds in the sky
A slight chance of rain
Don’t have much to say
My life is pretty plain

What else can I say?
Life is pretty strange

Life is Pretty Strange

Im Gonna Make You Come

Wiggle Waddle (Explicit)

Stitches
Indiscriminate bitches
Never know why I listen
Indecision got me digging ditches
Doing dishes
S.O.S. I’m screaming
I don’t need the bitchin’
You don’t know
So wiggle waddle wiggle waddle

Shackled to our chains
By a million fuckin’ dames
I play a slave in this game
Of the tired, whipped and the lame.
Coming home everyday
From a job that doesn’t pay
What more do I have to say?
Soon I’ll be old and gray.

Every night I’m naked on my knees
Candle light makes the razor gleam
Wrists drip and bleed, feeds
The pentagram beneath my feet
Praying to the Lord of Greed!
Hope I win the lottery
Break me out of misery
Lift me up, set me free!

When I was a young man
A mummified Egyptian
Jealous mother fuckers 
Came to raid my pyramid’s
Sarcophagus
So you can suck on this dick bitch
And blow me a kiss
And wiggle waddle wiggle waddle

One step from the cold,
Homeless and all alone! 
I sold my heart full of gold
In exchange for these chemicals
My tattered soul like a cloak
My beard full of icicles
‘Cause these roads that I know don’t go
Anywhere Magical.

Every night I’m naked on my knees
Candle light makes the razor gleam
Wrists drip and bleed, feeds
The pentagram beneath my feet
Praying to the Lord of Greed!
Hope I win the lottery
Break me out of misery
Lift me up, set me free!

~by Jonah Schneider

Jonah & The Wails

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