She had that perfect tan
The kind that makes you wanna suck it
I had the perfect attitude
The kind that says f-f-f-f-forget it

CHORUS:
Please don't ask me to explain
Please don't ask me to explain
Please don't ask me to explain
Please don't ask me to explain

Sometimes I'm walking down the street
And I just want to tear off
Everybody's faces
Tear off their faces, tear off their faces
Tear off their faces, tear off their faces
Tear off their faces, tear off their faces

I went home and ripped some skin
To see if I was like the rest
But then I got undressed
I really felt like I was someone else

CHORUS

Sometimes I cannot see a reason
To even try to relate
With anybody else
See no reason, see no reason
See no reason, see no reason
See no reason, see no reason

Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask
Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask, don't ask

CHORUS

Don't Ask

Ever feel like you really aren't yourself?  Sarah Clifford teaches from a script by Simone Taylor.

Dissociation (Interlude #5)

Ms. Williamson brings politics into a new age...

Woo Woo (Interlude #4)

She's got all the power she needs
Right there in her hands
She might use it to make you bleed
Or make you her 247th man

CHORUS:
With her power tool
Her power tool
Her power tool

She has all the right patter
For fast boys in fast cars
She thinks she's building a ladder
Right up to the gold and silver studded stars

CHORUS

It's her #1 obsession
It's like a vice on her mind
All that power's possession
She giggles, says that love is blind

CHORUS

Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool
Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool
Power tool, power tool, power to-oo-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool

Her power tool, her power tool, her power tool, her power tool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-ool
To-oo-oo-oo-ool!

Power Tool

Tonight we're going to party like it's 1989...

Party Time (Interlude #3)

RIOT IN THE '90S!!!

CHORUS:
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah

Land of the free, home of the mob
Pay off the President to pull a job
Crack's worth more in short supply
But cities will burn when the price gets too high!

CHORUS

This country keeps its subjects in line
With drugs and sex and a lottery sign
But soon a bomb will blast out clear
Those who have nothing have nothing to fear!

In the '90s yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah
Riot in the '90s, yeah!

Riot In The '90s

Lots of sirens and yelling, set here to a quasi-funky beat.

Cry It (Interlude #2)

There were sirens wailing
Fire engines spraying
And a crowd had gathered
Though it was 3 in the morning

CHORUS
The corner hot dog stand burned down
Corner hot dog stand burned down
The corner hot dog stand burned down
Corner hot dog stand bur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-urned

The owners were these Mexicans
Who wouldn't pay for protection
From the local gang-bangers
Or from the local police
The thing went up like nothing
It was a wooden bungalow
And the people stood and stared
Some prayed and shook their heads

CHORUS

Now there's a new hot dog stand
Run by these North Shore types
As part of their chain
It's kept sparkling clean
And no one misses the old stand
The family moved back to Mexico
But the blinding neon signs
Make me long for the days before

CHORUS

Burn out the old
Bring in the new
Burn out the old
Bring in the new
Burn out the old
Bring in the new
Burn out the old 
Bring in the new
Bring in the new!

Corner Hot Dog Stand

Ohell Theme (Interlude #1)

What are we doing? / Why are we here?
You are not powerless!

What Are We Doing?

Resurrected from a project recorded/abandoned in 1990; the album Wild Inertia is available now at https://ohell1.bandcamp.com/

Don't Ask

Øhell

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