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lots of guys in my neighborhood, walking round don't look so good
they say hey baby, take a walk on the wild side

thought he was James Dean for a day
then i guess he had to crash, he fucked his girl but loved his stash
he said, hey baby...

i've got a friend, he disappears, so far out he's never here
he says, hey sugar...

wind or rain, pills or snow
you should've seen him go go go...


and all the dealers go --

and all jailers go --

and all the mothers go --

and all the children go --

and all the lovers go --

and all the friends go --


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to feed the rich and starve the poor
well, what else is money for?
they feed the rich and starve the poor
what else are you fighting for?

as the factory turns to rust
and every promise turns to dust
driven by a shaky lust
still it says in god we trust

to feed the rich and starve the poor
well, what else is money for
to feed the rich and starve the poor
well, what else is money for

are you really so insane
to still believe in private gain
as the world goes up in flames
hang your head in bloody shame

they feed the rich and starve the poor
well what else are you fighting for?
to feed the rich and starve the poor
you don't need books to find the cause

to overturn the bosses' table
do it now, while we're still able
to overturn the bosses' table
do it now because we're able

to overturn the bosses' table
do it now for we are able
to recall an ancient fable
to overturn the bosses' table

to overturn the bosses' table
do it now for we are able
the challenge of this generation
the challenge of our generation

they feed the rich and starve the poor
well, what else is money for?
they feed the rich and starve the poor
what else are you fighting for?

to overturn the bosses' table
to overturn the bosses' table
the challenge of our generation
the challenge of our generation

they feed the rich and starve the poor
they feed the rich and starve the poor...


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When I was very young, I was depressed. And I was young for a very long time.

I'd stare at the shelves in my room. Some of them had hardly anything on them, and some of them had nothing on at all. I would stare at those shelves until I could hardly walk.

One day my mom came in from her 3am paper-round, and I knew the game was up, and that it was played with 2 balls. As she was walking out of the house with her hard-hat, she suddenly shouted, "When are you going to get a dog!?"

"Dogs aren't for people like me," I calmly replied, and returned to my nun's habit of not reading the newspaper.

I was much jungian front and back then, and the girl seemed a much simpler place.



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pack your bags and find the door
it's a sad bad case of I.D. Fraud
you're not you any more
and I'm not me any more
a suprising case of ID fraud

inside the plastic the same old name
the same old picture, but something's changed
you're not you any more
and we're not we any more
sad lonely case of I.D. fraud

they're laminated, they don't tell lies
unless you're really smart or a foreign spy
plus proves your legal, so step right up
drink a little water from this poisoned cup

they're good for clubs, and they work in shops
might get you outta trouble if you meet the cops
what's does the future have in store
what on earth were we born for
alarming figures, for I.D. fraud

now I don't want to shout about it
but there's no point leaving home without it
if you're on a plane or in a car
they want to know just who you are

I.D., therefore I am, said a man called Sartre
but he got exist-mental, when later he was carded
essential lamination, to locate our liberty
exhibit A, tragic case, in just how free is free

so put on your clothes and find the door
then aliens arrive on a distant shore
give us your masses, your huddled poor
but you're not you any more
the case of ID fraud

i wonder if like me you ever find yourself
blinking and thinking like someone else
you're not you any more
i'm not me any more
a warm collective case of ID fraud

show it to the doorman and lower your eyes
cos everyone's wearing the same disguise
What on this earth are we born for?
a name and a number and not much more
a most regular lower case of ID fraud

use an initial, to stick out from the rest
take pic after pic until you look your best
that's not me,-- I look a mess!
smile at the camera, until you pass the test
willing victim blushing at ID theft

find a little place in a big old crowd
rebel just as much as they'll allow
but you're not you any more
you're not true any more
a slightly tragic case of ID fraud

you tried to talk to you, but you'd already left
i put my arms around me I was so bereft
how the hell did we get into this mess
someone not me knows but we must confess
it's the world's worse case of I.D. theft

i'll tell you what I think, I'll get it off my chest
I think that there's a man sitting at a desk
he's taken lots of us and he wants some more
runs a big business called I.D. fraud

inside the plastic, the same old name
the same old picture, but something's changed
so pack your bags and find the door
aliens arrive on a distant shore
take a big step towards being free
show 'em your card and say, That's not me!

If you're a public servant or a private slave
or if you're just like me and you need a wage
show it to your boss and you might get paid
get a fake one if you're underage
keep it by your genitals unto your grave

I told you what happened and you just looked bored
As if I was sick and you'd been cured
Put on your clothes and find the door
you're not welcome here no more
You've a terminal case of ID fraud

I put a 'missing-person' sign outside my house
attached early pictures of my brains and mouth
(i would have used my dick but it had headed south)
no-one called, then called again, you guess the rest
I was just another victim of ID theft.

Now I don't want to shout about it
But there's no point leaving home without it
Most everyone tries to find themselves
by walking around as someone else
show it to the doorman and lower your eyes
cos everyone's wearing the same disguise
yet for every check on plane or car
they still don't know just who we are
they can't even guess at who we are
cameras pointing at a different star
cameras pointing at a distant star

now I don't want to shout about it
but there's no point leaving home without it
take a big step towards being free
show 'em your card and say "That's not me!"

And if you think I'm full of shit
It just means you've got used to it.



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I just wanna pull off your sheet
Oh my monster you're so sweet

I wanna play a hair-guitar
I wanna play YOUR hair guitar
Do you HAVE a hair-guitar?
Do you LIKE your hair-guitar?

I wanna live in a cardboard box
I wanna smell your foxy fox
I want 7-11 socks, you get five pairs they slowly rot
I buy 7-11 socks, you get five pairs they slowly rot

I've got a plan for your vacation
I wanna be the capitol of your nation
I've got ideas above my station
I wanna rise to this occassion
surrender now to my invasion
you play nurse and I'll play patient
you'll enjoy my occupation
take off your clothes, I'm so impatient
I just got a text from Paris Hilton
I'm a greater poet than Keats or Milton

I just wanna pull off your sheet
Oh my monster you're so sweet
I wanna play your hair-guitar
I wanna play your hair-guitar

I'm a stand-up comic that isn't funny
I'm Donald Trump, without the money
Osama Bin Laden without the cave
I'm a Brad Pitt that can't get laid
I'm Stephen Hawkins at a downtown rave

And I buy 7-11 socks
you get 5 pairs they slowly rot
I am innocent, a passer-by
You stun me with your taser eyes
I don't care if our love dies

she left her eyes





she had a best friend, who then left town

drinks on Thursday, I'll see you around



she left her eyes, to stay with me

but her body's on the run in the land of the free


she lives precarious, sixteenth floor

ripped-out cartoons stuck to the door

she lived vicarious, she wants much more


than public housing, and locked-door death

junk-food, magazines, tobacco breath


she wrote poetry, more or less

big and beautiful, I must confess

a Hallmark card, in a flowing dress


she had a best friend, her friend left town

drinks on Thursday, then I'll see you around


remotely controlled by the silver screen

soft eyes smiling on the thin-girl scene


He came at 10, turned out the light

I met a nice guy, but he wasn't nice

and busy men don't come twice

now she writes loves-lines, every night


she fell in love with the idea of feeling

she's madly in love with a popcorn ceiling



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