All night trip,
driving state roads,
cars full of sleepers
and she popping no doze.
She popping no doze.

This could be the best day of the perfect life.

She young enough to know first love,
in fact, she does.

No moon, nor its light,
the darkness teases her.
Wind through the car window,
an ocean’s out there.
Before her mind’s eye, waves break.
Before her mind’s ear, the breakers crack.
The breakers crack.
Crack Crack Crack Crack!

This could be the best day of the perfect life.

On ocean’s cliff, the wind whips inside.
On ocean’s cliff, the wind whips inside.
On ocean’s cliff, the wind whips the insides.

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It was such a relief to wake up.
I couldn’t wait to wake up.
I wake, I wake, it is such a relief.
I couldn’t wait to wake up.
I dreamed that you died, my brother.

I told Brian that you wouldn’t write songs anymore.
Write songs? You had to write songs, I roared.
Last night I dreamed.
In the next room over, there was a short casket I hadn’t seen,
and inside you were folded, the creases, they were clean.

I couldn’t wait to wake up.
I couldn’t wait to wake up.
I wake, I wake, it is such a relief.
I couldn’t wait to wake up.
I dreamed that you died, my brother.

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Bully says,
      “Have you ever prayed?
      Believe me, faith can pay.”

No thanks, man.
I gave up on God.
Explain to me the fervor, a rush to decompose.

NO thanks, man.
I gave up on God.
Explain to me the purpose, a rush to decompose.

for what I’ve been given, let me live purpose driven

Bully says,
      “What about your dick?
      It can do some powerful shit.”

No thanks, man.
A temporary fave,
I gave up on my rod.

No man’s mojo can cure his ill,
                  my ill,
                  the ill,
                  the ill of Joe Shmoe
                  NO man can cure the ill of Joe Schmo.

Hey you,
Behind the bullies.
Can we talk?
I wanna hear your thoughts.
It’s hard to get down with you around.

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        A red truck’s a target
        A loud lady too
        A loud lady in a red truck, I’d like to meet you

Now a second time, she’d been doing so good.
This cop, a lady, declines a kind gesture,
doesn’t “care to eat a sunflower seed.”
Cares, swears that she cares, that yellow means yield,
but all she had to say was…

        A red truck’s a target
        A loud lady too
        A loud lady in a red truck, I’d like to meet you

                Wire her jaw shut!?!
                Strip off the paint!?!
                She know enough sign language to make a church lady faint

Pulled over thrice, a burnt out headlight.
He’d give her time. She’d get it fixed.
Doesn’t stop the ticket she gets for slurring her speech…

        A red truck’s a target
        A loud lady too
        A loud lady in a red truck, I’d like to meet you

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we are strong we are powerful.
We are strong.
We are powerful.
we eat our Wheaties every day.
(no we don’t. we never even had Wheaties…)

we have dicks
we have pussies
we have both.
we have neither.
life is hard.
life is complicated.
this is fun!

In a World that doesn’t know,
bad and good, it just goes, it just goes.
And so, who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
We have got control.
Why you wanna watch?
Just grow.

They all all got nice boots,
silver rings and solid soles.
they’d hold up for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and…
how long they’d last beneath ours?
we feet, they break rocks
we hands, they burst stones.
what they’d do to weak wills.
what they’d do to weak walls.

In a World that doesn’t know,
bad and good, it just goes, it just goes.
And so, who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
We have got control.
Why you wanna watch?
Just grow.

i’ll be honest.
i’m experiencing serious doubt.
i’m extraordinarily nervous
hey, wait a minute,
listen to the tune

In a World that doesn’t know,
bad and good, it just goes, it just goes.
And so, who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
Who’s got control?
We have got control.
Why you wanna watch?
Just grow.

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I’ve got many thoughts both foul and fair
The stank between your legs be soaking my hair, filling the air

On this present day,
this is not a date, mama
doesn’t mean to say,
that this present day, mama
that this present day,
on a date that’s not a “date”
that this present day will not now carry me,
carry me away…

The rattle of the lock in your basket
Your head hair once shorn, your lack of shame

I do not, I do not feel ashamed, I do not feel ashamed yeah, yeah, yeeeah

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