You got my head in a locket
I'm estranged from the view
of a new kind of living
That I don't have to choose

What gun is this?
What kind of words are those?
That you write in a foreign letter
to a party I don't know

Bind my hands behind my back
Lock me up in another's flat
I want to twist the tongue that you tote

It's not an easy story
It's not a simple tale
of Jack and Jill and a fallen pail
and a crack that'll break your lover's back

You got to work, work, work
You got to play your hand
of confederacies of dunces and queens
and the ones who burned
 
Bind my hands behind my back
Lock me up in another's flat
I want to twist the tongue that you tote

Lost my keys in another's coat
I want to feel my heart on a slope
Won't you let it out the door?

Oh I'm in charge
of Halloween and stitching steams
into feeble tropes

Locket

I am Cossaks at your door
I'll rip it off, I'll scar your floor
I'll empty all of your carton jugs
Of their whiskey and their rum
I'm prohibition with a mission
No one has my ill disposition

You pull my hair, you crack my teeth
You rip my sword out of its sheathe
I have walked an empty road
With a moon and no one home
So it's all right to be alone
Make sure not to answer the phone

Cossacks

Love is what you can find
In the dollar store on Vine
Love is a disease
That you contract and never leave
Dance like you’d dance
In the heart of your romance
Stone like you’d stone
Your old lover who atones

Don’t let me down again
Don’t let me feel this sin
Don’t let me burn all alone

Love is your fight
It’s your baby at night
Love is your friends
it’s your way to make loose ends
Dance like you’d dance
In the heart of your romance
Stone like you’d stone
Your old lover who atones

Everybody has something to fake
Everybody has something to fake
Everybody has something they want
Everybody has something to fake
Everybody has something to fake
Everybody has something they want
You can’t leave me here all alone again
You can’t leave me here with my soul to mend
I don’t want to go home all alone
I don’t want to look at my telephone

Don’t let me down again
Don’t let me feel this sin
Don’t let me burn all alone

Love Is What You Can Find

Life is hard
You know that it's true
So why do you rag on me like you do

I did my best
Feel the weight beneath my chest
My heart beats hard to get through

Do you feel like your house is caving in?
Do you feel like bones in a solitary bin?
I know what I've seen
I've seen the teeth

Echo me know
Feel the dirt beneath my brow
I've given all my blood to you

Romance the stone
Cut it till it's dry as hope
Underneath your bed with your books

Do you feel like your house is caving in?
Do you feel like bones in a solitary bin?
I know what I've seen
I've seen the teeth

The Constant Complaint

Oh I feel the burn
When I flip the switch
Sitting on my legs
Forever too remiss
Work, work is pay
Never a quiet day
If I get off track
Come and bring me back

Avoid all conflict
Do what you're told
If they give you shit
Burn it in a bag
The automaton is here
Don't you look so queer
A slow and steady burn
Over the years you'll learn

I am no product
I am no hive-minding man

I had a thought
I am no robot
Though I'm sick and thin
There's a better end
Crucify the rules
Let them have their fool
If I don't go broke
I'll learn how to float

I am no product
I am no hive-minding man

Hive-Minding Man

I want to be a teenage idol
and get in trouble for snorting cocaine
I want to be a cabaret singer
and throw away my shot at fame
I want to be a movie star though
maybe not in this century
I want to be something peculiar
Something to fool her, something you'd want to see

I want to be a football player
and have an aneurysm at the zoo
I want to be a CEO
and have my photo in a jump suit
I want to be an indie Jesus
and get crucified on the internet
I want to be something that's weird,
Something that's feared, something
you'd want to see

I want to be a sinking vessel
A shiny ship on the edge of the world
I want to be a rocketeer
at home at the corner of the universe
I want to be a troglodyte
at rest in the dark of the center earth
I want to be a monster mash,
a Karma crash, yes
Something you'd want to see

Teenage Idol

Black Philip comes to me... with a bottle of wine.

Black Philip

This is the song of the damned
The drunk and underhanded
This is the song I'll sing
Until the end of my funeral dreams

This is the song I'll send my friends
My enemies and kin
This is the song I'll sing
Until time rips my mind from memory

This is the song of our lives
The dumb and the deprived
This is the song we'll sing
Until our glasses break in ecstacy 

This is the song of the knives
Guns and enterprise
This is the song you'll sing
When they tear your heart from lechery

This is the song of the fucked
The completely out of luck
This is the song you'll sing
When you're hanging from the gallows swing

This is the song of the hive
The buzzing and the flies
This is the song they'll sing
When they burn your house and kill your dreams

Song Of Songs

Light the way
Cobble streets won't fade away
Gassed in the back of a carriage ride
You just don't know how you want to hide

I could be your man
In a top hat and a cane
On a different train

Changing signs
Watch the rabble weave and wind
A carousel, a ferris wheel
A deck of cards, a broken heel

I could be your man
In a top hat and a cane
On a different train

Don't you want to find yourself
Don't you want to be someone else
Well I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do

Dress yourself
Give a kiss just for your health
Set an egg timer, I'm a sidewinder
Kick me out on the black pavement streets

I could be your man
In a top hat and a cane
On a different train

Light The Way

A tale of nuclear love in the wasteland, from an album that never was and never shall be.

Lyrics:
I'm riding in on a heatwave
Burning like the sun
Look what I've become

Radiation blues
No one left to choose 
Guess you're stuck with me

If I grew another arm,
Another leg
If I put all my hearts
On display

You have the good life
On the edge of a knife
So I hear you hunt your food

No more satin sheets
No more crowded streets
No more ice cream cones for you

If I grew another arm
Another leg
If I put all my hearts
On display
Would you kiss my burned lips
My wounded face?
It's not just a love
It's human fate

Heat Wave

An ode to the ravages of time and drug of nostalgia...

Rock and Roll

A hundred million times I've tried to change
All I want I want I want is to cha cha cha cha change
Type type type me in
Type type type me in

Type Me In

Theme Park Mistress is a dinosaur, a remnant species of forgotten lineage, doomed to roam the earth as a dead clade walking, feasting on any passersby that happen across its path. Fortunately, its lair is well-hidden and it only comes out at night. Maybe one day it will strut across the stage once again, older but wiser.

Theme Park Mistress

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