The brick house The green trees The parked cars The rainy street The brick houses The green trees The parked cars The rainy streets As I walked through
eyes Farm Man began to weep And he asked Martha if she wanted to go to a movie They went to see Sallow They loved it so much That they sat through it
He needed more time He needed more space He needed more money He needed more friends He needed more music He needed more food He needed more drugs He
I'm open, you can enter me You can exit me, you never have to ask I'm open, open my head Cut open my head, take the lid off my head Empty out my head
the street And wait for cars to drive over them But the most fun we ever had was After eating Sitting on a stoop Exchanging sexual fantasies Sometimes they
If Only by John S Hall and Dogbowl King Missile (Dog Fly Religion) _They_ Shimmy Disc Europe SDE 9023/CD 1990 If only x 4 If only x 4 If only we could
Grayer than the widest overcast skies, these are Margaret's eyes Grayer than the cigarette falling on the sofa, these are Margaret's eyes Margaret has
Once there was nothing but nothingness Then something happened and now there is somethingness Now there is allness and tallness and smallness Now there
And now, I would like to speak about fish I have never spoken about fish before At least, not that I can think of So now would most certainly be a good
Mr. Johnson lives on the corner of our street And he laughs at our bell-bottom trousers and our bare feet And he calls us long-haired faggots as we walk
She had nothing to say She had nothing to say "Well, that's a start," she thought to herself And she picked up her pen and the small notepad And she laid
I remember the last time I donated blood The nurse put a bandage on my arm. She told me Not to remove it for six hours The time was five o'clock, and
they gave him toys to play with They gave him the best of Beethoven And a bowling ball And they told him to invent games They told him to play music They
I want to go to a place where nobody knows who I am And come back to a place where everyone forgot who I was I want to bury myself and rise from the grave
Faces on the walls Invisible faces on the walls Faces of criminals Faces of animals Telling me to cut up your corpse Telling me to paint in your blood
Sometimes on the subway he felt like a little bunny rabbit With a cute little bunny nose And long floppy ears And a brand new submachine gun And a big
They can make soap out of people And food out of wood They can build machines that do the jobs of Billions of human beings They can feed the entire world They
Cherry on the top Like a nuclear warhead Nuclear bomb Gonna lift the trigger I had a Dog Fly Religion Neutron On a chocolate sundae Look, mom Fallout
