Desert Sessions Lyrics Brought to you by the fade.org 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 I’ll 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 one’s 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 daddy’s 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 haven’t 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 They’re 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, I’m dead Rip up my skin Have a feast I’m a beast Care a shit Yes, I’m dead Yeah, I’m dead Rip up my skin Have a feast I’m a beast Care a shit Go Dead die I’m 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 we’re gonna do right here Is go back Way back Back into time Cavemen, Cavewomen, Troglodytes Yeah, hey We’re 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 neighbor’s bangin Don’t make me a bug Nick’s goin to a hangin Oh, honey please, won’t you come The dancin sweetheart's smokin Mercury is higher I’m scared to death but fallin Now Jupiter is on fire I wish I had a dollar For every dream I’ve had The cat took off her collar Now I need to calm her down Nick’s 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 Nick’s goin to leave Bells are ringin Goin to death and to jump We’re goin to a hangin Oh, honey please, won’t you come Oh, honey please, won’t you come Goin to a hangin NOTICE TO ALL POETS Thank You for the submissions as they were all of the highest calibre (except for the shitty ones). Although yours may not have been selected for these sessions, we will probably use your submission on another Volume. Remember-this is not a contest...there are no 'winners,' just 'losers.' If your entry was selected, look for a free copy in the mail. Live Long and Perspire, The Management Desert Sessions vol. 6 Volume 6 Poetry for the Masses Black Anvil Ego A #1 There’s some people hangin outside Got the goods, got enough for a ride It took three whole days to get me out That’s what I’m 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 There’s 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 you’re gone, I sat at home Wonder why no I’ll 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 can’t forget that you once were mine What can I say? I guess it wasn’t meant to be Now you’re gone, It’s just, your love is like a drug It’s been so long Your folks have bet you gone I know that you’re alive inside So I hope and pray you won’t 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 You’re a toad Rickshaw Don’t plan on marrying baby I’ll 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 all lyrics unofficial all interpretations © thefade.org 2000-2001 Like a Drug (instrumental) Instrumental main | songs and releases | the band | tour history | articles and gallery | qotsa online Thank You For Your Patronage