05 Nov 2008 -
(SONG PREVIEW)
Today's the Macy's Day parade
The night of the living dead is on it's way
With a credit report for duty call
It's a lifetime guarantee
Stuffed in a coffin, 10 present more free
Red light special at the mausoleum
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed to you
What's the consolation prize?
Economy sized dreams of hope
When I was a kid, I thought
I wanted all the things that I haven't got
Oh, but I learned the hardest way
Then I realized what it took
To tell the difference between
Thieves and crooks
Lesson learned to me and you
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
'Cause I'm thinking about a brand new hope
The one I've never known
'Cause now I know it's all that I wanted
What's the consolation prize?
Economy sized dreams of hope
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
'Cause I'm thinking about a brand new hope
The one I've never known and where it goes
And I'm thinking about the only road
The one I've never known and where it goes
And I'm thinking about a brand new hope
The one I've never known
'Cause now I know it's all that I wanted
05 Nov 2008 -
(SONG PREVIEW)
Virginia was a lot lizard from F.L..A
She had a compound fracture in the trunk
It started when she ran away
Thumbs out on the interstate
She hitched a ride to misery
Mr. Whirly had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Panhandling misery
And he's gonna get high, high, high
When he's low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screams, "Why oh why"
I said, ?I don't know?
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
The Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in Tinseltown
They found him in a Cadillac
Bludgened with a baseball bat
In the name of misery
Let Gina hits the road to New York City
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
She stopped in Vegas to elope
With Virgina and the Dope
That kissed the bride eternally
And they're gonna get high, high, high
When they're low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed, "Why oh why"
I said, ?I don't know?
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
Well, hell hounds on your trail now once again, boy
It's gropin' on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
Because it's not what you make it's what you leave
And we're gonna get high, high, high
When we're low, low, low
The fire burns from better days
And she screams, "Why oh why"
I said, ?I don't know?
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
