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The next band on the bill needs no introduction
Guaranteed to thrill with their brand of seduction
Who will put on a show guaranteed to blow you away?
The next band on the bill will!

Stuffed and mounted, a trophy wife
She get along with a kitchen knife
And all attempts to forget her life are
Coming up short
Serial suspects and false confessors
Can’t speak her name but know how to address her
Her finest hour, she became a flower
Coming up short
Is it boredom or just dumb things
I’m pulling into view?
Keeping her in the distant present
Maybe I’m severed
I’m feeling severed
Maybe I’m severed too
Everyone’s talking, but no one will own up
She got her ear-to-ear grin sewn up
Despite the years, you’d think we’d have grown up
But we’re coming up short

You got the gin
You got the gin
You got the gin and
Do do do do do do
People got a way with their words
Before you choke on fire and label it absurd
Pay heed to what you heard
That’s what you better do
(Do do do do do do do do)
You got the gin
You got the gin
Can I come in and
Do do do do do do
People got a mind of their own
So don’t disown the fact that
Camels break their back
They’re standing ‘round in awe
While you’re sipping through a straw
(Na Na Na ...)
You got the gin...
People got a way with themselves
No matter how you wear your perfume
You’re still stinking up the room
with that blind-happy grinLIMBO
The smell of Broad Street perfume
Mixed with stale pastry
Love runs over my cup
Life knows how to waste me
Finally found a drink for the lonely trials
I have tasted
Limbo--May I have this dance?
Bending over backwards
Appears obligatory
Get the bigger picture from
The Observatory
How long can you go
Chasing history, shaking time
Limbo--May I have this dance
Whiplash coming off the rush hour 405
Bending at the hips
New birth of cool
I’ll take my chance kissing rain from your upturned lips
We’re bouncing with the dips, ‘cause
We’re nobody’s fool
Dinner and a movie
A stack of lost letters
Kissing across car seats
Little can be better
For proud co-owners of a lifetime
Spent hanging by a limb
Limbo--May I have this dance

Cold winter morning
A lot’s been said
Ride along the water that is swelling in the gutter
Pack your belongings
Beside the bed
Ride along the water that is swelling in the gutter
Go heed the warning inside your head
Cold winter morning, a lot’s been said and done

Heading toward the capitol city
Do we always have to feel our clothes are
too tight,
While we just might
Go on for the ride
You know the one that they drink and dance to
It comes on while we’re coming on to
What’s gone right
With all our might
Yeah! The imperial palace
Yeah! The impervious dome
All the cars are swept aside
This is my partner
This is, alone
Running from the capital taxes
Wondering where I’m gonna find the faces
To fill in for the band
You know the one that they drink and dance to
It comes on while were coming on to
What’s gone wrong
With all our songs
Yeah! The impervious palace
Yeah! The imperial dome
All the cars are swept aside
This is my partner
This is alone

I wanna be an American Pimp
I wanna be an American Pimp
Dress up in gold and keep my bitches in line
Drive my Eldorado around and around the same city block
I wanna be an American Pimp
I wanna be an American Pimp
Call myself Phlash or Super King Chi
Flaunt my bankroll, as thick as a redwood tree
Oh Gee,
Wake up at 3
Breakfast at White Castle
Talk back to some asshole
Then, head back to my woman
Plan for an honest night’s work
I wanna be an American Pimp
I wanna be an American Pimp
I wanna be dope, stupid and fly
Selling off a piece of the American Pie
Oh my,
I don’t know why
Ain’t nobody’s business
Ain’t nobody’s business if I do

Tonight I ran into a couple of Mexican girls
Tonight I ran into a couple of Mexican girls
They begged me not to call the police now
But I couldn’t think of anything better
I waited around for a couple LAPD girls
Waited around for a couple LAPD girls
They asked me where was the driver for the other car
I said they were just here, they couldn’t have gone far
They asked me if I could give a description
They asked me if I could give a description
I said “one was fat and one was skinny, but I might have
a concussion...”
Tonight I ran into a couple of Mexican Girls

I have waited all my life for
The Money Shot
A man can’t understand it
How nature could have planned it
Sooner or later all hassles come to a head
I got you covered, I’m holding court
You’ll play my princess, for what it’s worth
The gut rules, I got honey
Ready to take my aim at the money
Man’s passion’s his tools
He fashions the jewels
in chains and charms
It makes no sense to put up defense
Put down your arms
I have wasted all my life on The Money Shot
History has panned it
Now our fate demands it
Sooner or later all Heaven gets
in your head
I got you covered, I’m holding court
You’ll play my princess, for what it’s worth
The gut rules, I got honey
Ready to take my aim at the money

Tuesday was fat waste of his time
Trying to march in somebody’s second line
Floating above, he waves his cares behind
She’s left her haunts
Now Bacchus wants to raise a toast to
The Dishonored Guest
But those feathers won’t fly
They just hide her eyes
So drop the parade
You’re nowhere near New Orleans
Drop the parade
You’re nowhere near New Orleans
Hang on to your jewelry
You’ve hung the jury
Wednesday, you’re spent
From lust to lent, wondering
Can all that jazz carry you
all those miles?
Let the good times roll
off the corners of her smile
Drop the parade
You’re nowhere near New Orleans
Drop the parade
You’re nowhere near New Orleans
Hang on to your jewelry
You’ve hung the jury

Master takes his teeth back
He’s a real good sport
The label says, “Just add water (to
turn your whines into something sound)”
No one knows
The tan you hide by day
So lace up all the eyelets
To hold you down
Yellow Violet Brown
Take licks over time
We’re not far beyond
A little common sense
of taste and scent
Draw heat from my hand
Bay like hound
Yellow Violet Brown
No one knows
The tan you hide by day
So lace up all the eyelets
And fade to black
Never fade away
Take licks over time
Midnight for restraint, then midday,
Four-star restaurants
Every number pays
Hard to play down
Yellow Violet Brown
So lace up all the eyelets
To hold you down
Yellow Violet Brown

Lionel came back
After hit by a train
They say he never sang the same again
But I know blue don’t change
even under yellow lights
Soft with smoke
and the dust of a thousand nameless bands
You got them in his hands
Connecting dots,
Once heart-broken lines
Lionel’s all tight in his loose shoes
Sometimes the truth don’t fit
Now there’s medicine to quit
those strange spells
Like music that can cure all my ills
You got them in His hands
Hanging on to bottled memories
lined up on the shelf
But Lionel, you can’t keep them
all to yourself
All to yourself
Lionel came back
After hit by a train
They say he never sang the same again