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Desert Sessions vol. 5 Volume 5 Poetry for the Masses
(She Shed Shit Head by the She Sore)
You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, but I Feel Like a Millionaire

And bull with the life from the low
Iíll be massive conquistador
Give me sword, show me the door
Metal heavy, shock at the core
Gimme toro, gimme some more

Pressurize, neutralize
Deep fried, gimme some more

Space flunky, four on the floor
Fortified at the liqour store
This oneís down, gimme some more
Gimme toro, gimme some more

Shrunk a head, alert to a door
B-movie, gimme some gore
Gimme toro, gimme some gore
B-movie, gimme some gore

Gimme toro, gimme some more

Letters to Mommy

Mommy, why does daddy hit you?
Does it mean that he loves you, too?
Cause he loves me
Yeah, he loves me

Mommy says that daddyís not well
Cause he drinks my liquid prell
But he loves me
He hits me
He loves me

When my tears mix with the blood
It just means that I havenít been good
But he loves me
And he loves me

My puberty hurts
Sometimes I want to scream
When I wake up in a cold, cold sweat
And wish I was just any old teen

Mommy, does daddy hit you?

Mommy, why does daddy hit you?
Does it mean that he loves you, too?
Cause he loves me
And he hits me
And he loves me

Hell is for children
But my house is even worse
My dad drives me to school
My mom rents a hurse

Mommy

Was it dad?
Mommy, why?
Why did you leave me all alone?
Can't you give this dog a bone?
Ow, yeah.

I'm Dead

Yeah, the dead die
Theyíre gonna throw a party
Dead die
Tell them get a slammin party

Come on and join me
Yeah, spit on me
Come on and laugh
And fuck with me

Yeah, the dead die
No more reason alive
Dead die
No more reason to try

Come on and join me
Yeah, spit on me
Come on and laugh
Yeah, fuck with me

Yeah, Iím dead
Rip up my skin
Have a feast
Iím a beast
Care a shit

Yes, Iím dead
Yeah, Iím dead
Rip up my skin
Have a feast
Iím a beast
Care a shit
Go

Dead die

Iím dead

Punk Rock Caveman Living in a Prehistoric Age

Uhh, ah, uhh

I said yeah
Aww yeah

When we go clubbin
When we becomin
When we go clubbin
When we becomin

And what weíre gonna do right here
Is go back
Way back
Back into time
Cavemen, Cavewomen, Troglodytes
Yeah, hey
Weíre goin back

Punk rock caveman livin in a prehistoric age
Teenage girlfriend by the side of the stage
Yeah, back in the day I was a
Punk rock caveman, the Neanderthal rage
And there was history made
Yeah, punk rock caveman

Uhh, ahh, uhh

Hey, rock bottom
Punk rock caveman livin in a prehistoric age
Teenage girlfriend by the side of the stage
Yeah, back in the day I was a
Punk rock caveman, the Neanderthal rage
And there was history made
Yeah, punk rock caveman

spoken:
Yeah, I rode on into town on a whooly mammoth
Grabbed a rock, and began to jam it
I had the rock before you had the wheel
Yeah

Rock legend


Goin to a Hangin

My sweetheart is a yogi
The painter's still asleep
I'm stuck here in my scoggie
The smell is in trouble deep

The president's head is played
The garbage is pilin up
The schoolyard kids are playin
I'm on my second coke

Nick's goin with me
The neighborís bangin
Donít make me a bug
Nickís goin to a hangin
Oh, honey please, wonít you come

The dancin sweetheart's smokin
Mercury is higher
Iím scared to death but fallin
Now Jupiter is on fire

I wish I had a dollar
For every dream Iíve had
The cat took off her collar
Now I need to calm her down

Nickís goin to me
Guitars are playin
You can hear them strum
We're goin to a hangin
Oh, honey please, won't you come

It's called a crime of passion
It's called a circus tribe
The media teeth are nashing
While wearin that anchor's smile

I sure can face the ocean
The desert burnt the toast
I wish I had some lotion
I feel like a piece of toast

Nickís goin to leave
Bells are ringin
Goin to death and to jump
Weíre goin to a hangin

Oh, honey please, wonít you come
Oh, honey please, wonít you come

Goin to a hangin




















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Desert Sessions vol. 6 Volume 6 Poetry for the Masses
Black Anvil Ego
A #1

Thereís some people hangin outside
Got the goods, got enough for a ride
It took three whole days to get me out
Thatís what Iím fuckin talkin about

Could you get me something
To fuck around with my head and my mind
Could you get me something
Could you get me something
I could use
I could use

Thereís a little girl I know
She called me up on the telephone
And she said, boy, you got something to prove
So come on and make your move

Could you get me something
I could use

Like a Drug

Since youíre gone, I sat at home
Wonder why no Iíll never be free
But the thought of you
Goin with another guy
No, it could never be me
You took a ring and pawned our love away
What can I say, I am left behind
So I take a drink, another cigarette
I canít forget that you once were mine

What can I say?
I guess it wasnít meant to be
Now youíre gone,
Itís just, your love is like a drug

Itís been so long
Your folks have bet you gone
I know that youíre alive inside
So I hope and pray you wonít throw this love away
I just wish that you still were mine

Take Me to Your Leader

Take me to your leader

spoken:
Sucks better, ain't got enough spine
That's...I'll lay down to that
Plan to eliminate party
That's the beauty of it
I mean, that's why I'm for ... Clam Central
Plan B
We have just entered Grand Clam Central Station


Teens of Thailand

spoken:
If you break the beetle code
You will turn into a toad

Into a
Into a
Into a
Toad

You told

Youíre a toad


Rickshaw

Donít plan on marrying baby
Iíll get you what you need
Not too far to go on
Not too far to bleed
You can ask for pims in your beer
You can ask for symmetrical planning
You can ask for torturous membrane
You can ask for orange juice frozen

You can ask for any old woman
You can ask for lumber yard fence
You can ask for a thimble of poison
You can ask for sheep and shavers

And you can die for
Be careful what you wish for
Be careful what you wish for



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Like a Drug (instrumental)

Instrumental


















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