it's nothing, not the way that it should be
everything that it could be
reason with it just cause i'm lonely
woe is me i'm all stoney
lonesome, lonesome just a croney
wonder what is the story of the man who eats the just for breakfast
touch on forbidden fruit, you're so lousy
wake up still in the mud now
so, so soft is the color of the fruit
anything but you i'm saying anything but you
sleep in and you might feel better
maybe dreams will come together
but i know that we will never be even today
cause i'm better than you
better than you i'm better than you i'm better than you
than you

sniffhead

i know it's not not what it looks like
maybe you're hallucinating, i don't think there's anything wrong
you know what it's like to do
you'll say anything to stall, the stool
and you can keep the fixated stares 
the attention unwavering 
in this room
right now it's cool, you can talk to me
i won't talk to you and i know everything
and like the way the dog eats man
i will learn from you the way we can

dry socket

i know it wasn't easy
get lost or make me a sandwich
don't touch that lamp it was my friend's, he always had good posture
sat by himself always washed his hands when i wouldn't bother
but see, it's what i said, i can't say it now
i'm out of date and oversoon
it's never too late to say that i hate this room
will you stop touching me
i don't want to be some thing

lift me up like i'm a trophy
make it something like will she or won't she
change of glasses we'll all see, we won't see
i won't touch that lamp again
it was your friends
and i know it wasn't easy
i won't touch that lamp again 
i won't touch that lamp again
i won't

flasher

if you were a dog 
i would throw you a bone
i'd pull over and stop
then i take off my coat 
wrap you up in the fabric
get you something to eat
not because i'm hungry now
but it's more of a need

i can see your ribs from here 
jutting through all the fur
did they drop you off somewhere 
didn't give you a shirt
left you with a limp like a curse 
itching when you pick at the seams
you said it didn't hurt (that you)
had it coming you were being so mean
 
oh what's the grass like
it's sweeter here with tree rot
better than the west side with the fences 
i'll be out in the back frying out in the sun
we can play if you like, don't gotta answer to no one

doggie

stitches in the car
he blows a smoke stream to the ceiling, goes forever out the window like a dust bowl
and i'm healing from the crash 
skidded tires from the lash against the concrete, strap me down inside a car seat
if the floor is lava, you're a genius, and of course your plans are seamless - naturally and not at all, not at all just like a 
scumbag, watch your tone 
it's coming raspy from the throat of someone flinching at the formalities
freezer burn with a wicked lip, wanna cop that feel wanna gut that fish
if you want this 
gonna fill that tank with tomato soup 
can you feel that wonder dissipate, they know it all
it's in the constitution babe, i'm telling you it's on the page
the parking lot's a somber place to be
sitting on a rubber wheel and slipping on banana peels
wa wa waaaaaaa

house at the end of spring street

GOON: 
rumble fish, revel in the deep but you run it through your brain
stepping on the glass with the very bare feet man, what about tetanus?
i don't think you're gettin this i really wanna show you
let me show you i can do a handstand, i can kill a can with my bare hands
jump right off this balcony!

RUMBLE FISH:
i can do a handstand
jump right off the balcony x2
(why are you like this)
(hate it when you get so)
(tired of like this, i know)

GOON: 
i knowwww
not the way you wanted it to go
i know
not the way you wanted it

GOON: you can talk bad but i really wanna show you
RUMBLE FISH: you can talk bad but i really wanna know you

Rumble Fish and the Sequestered Goon

went over my upload limit on my original account so i'm posting new tracks here and reposting them from the OG page. all fondness and dimples over here

house at the end of spring street

LOUSYFIEND II