Rare Songs and Covers Lyrics


- Alcohol / High On The Hog
- Anorexorcist
- Baba O' Riley
- Bad Moon Rising
- Bambi Slaughter / Bambi Kill
- Beans
- Blandest
- Clean Up Before She Comes
- Come On Death
- Curmudgeon
- Dazed & Confused
- Do You Love Me?
- Down In The Dark
- Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves
- Heartbreaker
- Help Me, I'm Hungry
- Here She Comes Now
- I Feel Fine
- If You Must / Happy Hour / The Extreme
- Immigrant Song
- Immodium
- I Hate Myself And Want To Die
- In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse
- I Wanna Be Your Dog
- Junkyard / Token Eastern Song
- Love Gun
- Marigold
- Moist Vagina
- My Best Friends Girl
- My Sharona
- No Quarter
- Oh, The Guilt
- Old Age
- Opinion
- Pay To Play
- Pay To Play Alt
- Pen Cap Chew
- Return Of The Rat
- Rio
- Run, Rabbit, Run
- Sappy
- Sappy [No Alternative]
- Spank Thru
- Spectre / Misery Loves Company
- Talk To Me
- The End
- The Money Will Roll Right In
- The Priest They Called Him
- Yes, She's My Skinhead
- You've Got No Right / On The Mountain


Alcohol / High On The Hog

My baby taught me how to be
My baby taught me how to fight
My baby taught me how to die
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My baby taught me how to smoke 
My baby taught me how to breathe
My baby taught me how to hide
My baby taught me how to leave
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My baby taught me how to choke
My baby taught me how to eat
My baby taught me how to fuck
My baby taught me how to be
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

Anorexorcist


You need a path to cross
Into a place where everyone you see
Has had a time to try to PLAY!

If you go get shot
When you'll be what you name
Protector of your gun
Everyone plays with your gun

Way, way, way, way

Everyone wants to try to gun you gun you down in pain
Want to see you try to play
I want to describe you
Put your name as a national woman
I don't like your coffee
I want to have your friendship
As a jock, and to the top

Way, way, way, way

Baba O' Riley


Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally ,take my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!

Originally by The Who

Bad Moon Rising


I see a bad moon rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today

Don't go 'round tonight
It's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

I hear hurricanes a blowin'
I know the end is commin' soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin

Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we'er in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye

Originally by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Nirvana cover is unsurfaced.

Bambi Slaughter / Bambi Kill


Hey, the love of two
A desire, is whats for you
is it real? A lulliby?
Face to face, with an unamed mouth
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy!  Hey! hey! Heyyyy!
Feel the spirit form, in his eyes was loving for
And his lion's were raging high, hunts himself & fears his ripe
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy!  Hey! Hey! Heyyyy!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

Beans


Beans, beans, beans
Jessie had some beans
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans

Naked, naked, naked
Sitting cross-legged
Naked, naked, naked
And he was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans

Wine, wine, wine
Jessie had some wine
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some wine

Beans, beans, beans
Daddy ate some beans
And he drank some wine
And he was happy, happy, happy
As he drank some beans

Blandest


You're my favorite
Of my saviours
You're my favorite
Oh no

Yes you're my favorite
Of my favors
You're my razor
Oh no

Hey!
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm (Alt: To remind me what not to become)
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
Calm, calm, calm

Clean Up Before She Comes


Clean up before she comes (x5)
Living in a dusty town (x3)
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs

Twenty months has it all (Alt: Getting older)
I must be getting old (Alt: Ate my vegetables)
I must be getting old (Alt: Getting older)
I must be getting old (Alt: Ate my vegetables)
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs

Clean up the dusty town
Living in a dusty town (x3)
Clean up before she comes (x3)
Living in a dusty town

I must be getting old (Alt: Getting older)
I must be getting old (Alt: Ate my vegetables)

I'm starting to eat my vegetables

Come On Death


Surly 
I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on deaaaath 
ohaaaaaahhhh, ohaaaaaaaahahah, ohaaaaaaoooohoh 

Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on ...
Noooooooooooo, noooooooooo, nooooooooooo, nooooooooooo

Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly
And I am so surly, oooooaaaaaahhhh

Deaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaaaath
Come on death, come on death, come on death, come on death
Surly, surly, surly, surly

I'm does finishing to hell
And I'm does, and I'm does hell, hell, heeelllllllll

Come on death (x4) -- ohaaaaaaaahh
Come on death (x4) -- deaaaaaaaaaaath

Performed in New York, NY on 09/28/91.

Curmudgeon

I can't hide, no
On the mantle
I'm not sad
Until I'm home

It's the season
I'm all reason
I have seen
All I have grown

Sheared at the seams
Cheat on me
And not seen
At the seams

I'm a lender
I'm a planter
I put something
In the garden

In the handle
On the mantle
I met Santa
I met God

I'm a lady
Can you save me?
It's the sulfur
I have grown

'Tis the season
I'm all reason
I have fleas
So run on home

Dazed & Confused


Been dazed and confused for so long 
It's not true,
Wanted a woman never bargained for you.
Lots of people talk and few of them know,
Soul of a woman was created below.

You hurt and abused telling all of your lies,
Run arounds sweet baby lord how they hypnotize.
Sweet little baby I don't know where you've been,
Gonna love you baby here I come again

Every day I work so hard bringing home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby but you push me away.
Don't know where you're going only know just where you've been,
Sweet little baby I want you again.

Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true,
Wanted a woman never bargained for you.
Take it easy baby let them say what they will.
Won't hurt so much when I send you the bill

Originally by Led Zeppelin

Do You Love Me?


You really like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows

But...
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?

You like the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars

You really like rock 'n' roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the moeny honey that I make

Your backstage pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines

Originally by KISS

Down In The Dark


Baby you're going Down In The Dark
Show my lonely night is fallen and I don't have very long
Think [I] might of broke my boil
Within my face might burn
You're gonna make it better for a little while

Baby you're gonna die someday
See you in your crowded wasted , then you start to fade
That when we start singing faster
I wouldn't wait so long
Won't get any easier in the Dark

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeahh
You Will, You Will, You Will....

Originally by Mark Lanegan

Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves


I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw
Poppa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsies tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen he was twenty one
Rode with us to Memphis
And poppa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done

Gypsies tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Yip!
Yahoo!

She was born in the wagon of a travelling show
Her momma had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of doctor good

Gypsies tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
blahblahblahblah....
fuck it
fuck it all 

Originally by Cher. Lyrics contributed by Dave Labentowicz.

Help Me, I'm Hungry


Hold me, there's too much tension
Grade me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking cornered
Grade me, you might be right

Lightning fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want

Cold naked man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Hold me, something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?

Naked man you say you saw
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun

Lightning fucking around in my head, etc...

Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help

Heartbreaker


Hey fellas have you heard the news?
You know that Annie's back in town.
It won't take long just watch and see,
All the fellas lay their money down
Her style is new but the face is the same,
As it was so long ago.
But from her eyes a different smile,
Like that of one who knows.

Well it's been ten years and maybe more,
Since I first set eyes on you.
The best years of my life gone by,
Here I am alone and blue.
Some people cry and some people die,
By the wicked ways of love.
But I'll just keep on rolling along
With no grace from the Lord above

People talking all around,
About the way you left me flat.
I don't care what the people say,
I know where their jive is at.
One thing I do have on my mind,
If you can clarify please do,
It's the way you call me by another guy's name,
When I try to make love to you.

Work so hard I couldn't unwind,
Get some money saved.
Abuse my love a thousand times,
However hard I tried.
Heartbreaker your time has come,
Can't take your evil way.
Go away heartbreaker.

Originally by Led Zeppelin

Here She Comes Now


Aah, if she ever comes now now

Aah, she looks so good,
aah, she's made out of wood, just look and see

Originally by The Velvet Underground

I Feel Fine


Baby's good to me you know
She's happy as can be, you know
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
Baby says she's mine, you know
she tells me all the time, you now
She said so

I'm in love with her and I feel fine
I'm so glad that she's my little girls
She's so glad she's telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys her diamond rings, you know
She said so
She's in love with me and I feel fine, mm
Baby says she's mine, you know

She tells me all the time, you now
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
I'm so glad that she's my little girls
She's so glad she's telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know

He buys her diamond rings, you know
She said so
She's in love with me and I feel fine
She's in love with me and I feel fine, mm

Originally by The Beatles

If You Must / Happy Hour / The Extreme


I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, crease unfold
Is it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Pieces for, story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude

If you want, to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, acted out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me

I will wade, in the fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our sightings, come on

I speak, to hear, my voice

Immigrant song


We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods,
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"

On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
Sultry fields of green,
Whispered tales of lore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war,
We are your overlords.

On we sweep,
With thrashing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.

So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day despite all your losing.

Originally by Led Zeppelin

Immodium


I don't care, I don't care, I care,
I care, I care, I care if I'm old
I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind,
I mind, I mind, a mind of my own
Get away, get away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind,
I mind, I mind, yeah...

If you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree 
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could have a tree 
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said

I'm away, I'm away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, a mind of my own
Get away, get away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, yeah...

Even if you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could build a tree
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said

Even if you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could build a tree
She said, she said, she said, she said
She said, she said, she said, she said
She said, she said, she said, she said

Early version of "Breed"

I Hate Myself And Want to Die


Runny nose and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill

In the someday what's that sound?

Broken heart and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horse feels
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill

In the someday what's that sound?

- Spoken interlude in middle -

Most people don't realize
That two large pieces of coral,
Painted brown, and attached to his skull
With common wood screws can make a child look like a deer

In His Hands


Driven conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream (Not sure about this sentence)
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.

See the stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care

Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should

See the stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care

We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.

See a famine in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room

From Outcesticide II. Correct title of the song should be "Verse Chorus Verse"

I Wanna Be Your Dog


Oooooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
Oooooooooooo

Oh, come on - mmm

Now I wanna - smoke marijiuna
Now I wanna - smoke marijiuna
Now I wanna - smoke marijiuna

Fake club soda - extra free
Just got to pour - keep up for me
Fake club soda - extra free
just got to pour - keep up for me

Originally by The Stooges

Junkyard / Token Eastern Song


I'm long gone from vertical, 
Somewhere south is stopping me
I'm long gone from the american dream,
You may decide it's something new
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, 
You may decide it's not for you.

I'm long gone but I'll let you through, 
You may decide there's nothing there

Born in a junkyard (x8) (Alt: Hold it in your gut) 

I'm long gone but I'll let you through, 
You may decide that it's not good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, 
You may decide on stopping me
I'm long gone but I'll let you lose,
You may decide it's something new
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, 
You may decide on stopping me.

Born in a junkyard (x8) (Alt: Hold it in your gut)
Gone!


Love Gun


I really love you baby 
I love what you've got 
Let's get together, we can 
Get hot 
No more tomorrow, baby 
Time is today 
Girl, I can make you feel 
Okay 

No place for hidin' baby 
No place to run 
You pull the trigger of my 
Love gun, love gun 
Love gun, love gun 

You can't forget me baby 
Don't try to lie 
You'll never leave me, mama 
So don't try 
I'll be a gambler, baby 
Lay down the bet 
We get together, mama 
You'll sweat 

No place for hidin' baby 
No place to run 
You pull the trigger of my 
Love gun, love gun (repeated several times)

Originally by Kiss

Marigold


He's there in case I wandered off 
He's scared because I warned 
He's scared in case I want it all 
He's scared 'cause I want

All in all the clock is slow 
Six color pictures all in a row 
Of a marigold

The Money Will Roll Right In


I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good
I won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car
And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice
You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car
Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit
And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in

The money will roll right in

Originally by Fang

Moist Vagina


She has a moist vagina
I particularly enjoy the circumference
I'll be sucking the warts off her anus (Alt: I've been sucking the walls of her anus)
I prefer her to any other

Marijuana

She had a moist vagina
I prefered her to any other

Marijuana

My Best Friends Girl


You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
She'll make you flip
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
You kinda like the way she dips

She's my best friend's girl
She's my best friend's girl

And she used to be mine
You've got your nuclear boots
And your drip dry glove
And when you bite your lip
It's some reaction to love

Originally by The Cars

My Sharona


Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona
Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run
Got it comin' off o' the line, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona

Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona
Keepin' it a mystery, it gets to me
Runnin' down the length of my thigh, Sharona

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona

When you gonna give to me, a gift to me
Is it just a matter of time, Sharona?
Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?

Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona

Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh, my Sharona

Originally by The Knack

No Quarter

Close the door put out the light,
You know they won't be home tonight.
The snow falls hard and don't you know,
The winds of Thor are blowing cold.

They're wearing steel that's bright and true.
They carry news that must get through.
They choose the path where no one goes.

They hold no quarter.
They hold no quarter.

Walking side by side with death,
The devil mocks their every step.
The snow drives back the foot that's slow,
The dogs of doom are howling more.

They carry news that must get through,
To build a dream for me and you.
They choose the path where no one goes.

They hold no quarter.
They ask no quarter.

Originally by Led Zeppelin

Oh, The Guilt


She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it

She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it

She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit

She likes to be
She's into guilt
Guilt

She likes to think
she likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent

She likes the time
she owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent

She seems too weak
she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it

She likes the sand
she likes to stand
She likes to sit
she likes to go
Go

She likes to be
She likes to go
Go

Old Age


Somebody finally freed my brother
One more day to free my brother
Help me I won't find a way, no

I'm going there to free my brother
No one there to free my brother (Don't go there to free my brother?)
Help me I won't find a way, brother

He's the friend to revive
With all the love I got
In every way I love you (In every way I'll help you?)
Help me know

Going my way

Opinion


Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns (Alt: You said it all and you glory burns)

My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x4)

And there seems to be a problem here.
Your state of emotion seems to clear.
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And you had an affect on our happy talk.

Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x2)

Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns (Alt: You said it all and you glory burns)

Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm.
Your opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (x3)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm.

Pay To Play


Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I
Walk around, follow you -- I don't know why I
Throw it out, keep it in -- I don't know why I
Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I

Pay
Pay to play

Walk an inch, take a mile -- I don't know why I
Never faded, never smiled -- I don't know why I
Never mind, eat and run -- I don't know why I
Fuck your ass, for the fun -- I don't know why I

I don't know why I
Pay
Pay to play

Early version of "Stay Away"

Pay To Play (Alternate version)

Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I 
Have to hang out with you -- I don't know why I 
leave it out, keep it in -- I don't know why I 
Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I 

Pay 
Pay to play (x3) 

Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I 
Have to hang out with you -- I don't know why I 
leave it out, keep it in -- I don't know why I 
Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I 

Pay 
Pay to play (x3) 

I don't know why I... (x2) 

Pay 
Pay to play (x3) 

leave it out keep it in -- I don't know why I 
Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I 
leave it out keep it in -- I don't know why I 
have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I 

Pay 
Pay to play (x3) 

I don't know why I 

Pay 
Pay to play (x3) 

AAAAAH! 

Pay 
Pay to play (x3) 

This is the version from "Outcesticide IV". Lyrics courtesy of "KuRL" 

Pen Cap Chew

Ummm, lies again (Alt: Once again)
Ummm, mine
Ummm, mmmm

You go, you give, you get, you get to me
All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go
You go, you give, you get, you get to me
Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails

Ummm, lies again (Alt: Once again)
Ummm, mine
Ummm, mmmm

You're lonely

Waste your time by saying he was gullible
Give up all additions in there where it's cold
Push that gate, it is the age of red eye shame
Protest swine, go to jail, the travesty

Two minutes slow...slow...slow...oh

Return of the Rat


You better watch out
You better beware
They're coming from all sides of the country
You better beware

Return of the rat
No, no, no, no!

You better confess
You had better confess
You start to confess and see them through it
You better confess

Originally by Greg Sage and the Wipers

Rio


Wow!

Moving on the floor now babe you're a bird of paradise
Cherry ice cream smile I suppose it's very nice
With a step to your left and a flick to the right
You catch that mirror way out west
You know you're something special 
And you look like you're the best

Her name is rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande

I've seen you on the beach and I've seen you on tv
Two of a billion stars it means so much to me
Like a birthday or a pretty view
But then I'm sure that you know it's just for you

Hey now look at that did he nearly run you down
at the end of the drive the lawmen arrive you make me feel
Alive, alive, alive

I'll take my chance cause luck is on my side
I tell you something I know what you're thinking
I tell you something I know what you're thinking

Her name is rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twists across a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande

Her name is rio she don't need to understand
I might find her if I'm looking like I can
Oh rio rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the north down to the rio grande

Originally by Duran Duran. Nirvana's cover has not surfaced yet.

Run, Rabbit, Run


When I looked you in the eye
I knew it was time for good-bye
You were the only one I had around
But you couldn't keep your feet on the ground

Run rabbit run
But what's that you're runnin' for
Run rabbit run
You ain't gonna run no more

Bye bye baby, bye bye bird!

Thought the cold sidewalk stones
Broke your little brittle bones
I know you were already dead
When the truck rolled over your head

Bye bye baby, bye bye bird!

Originally by Smack. Lyrics courtesy of Anssi.

Sappy


And if you say your prayers
You will make God happy
And if you do what's true
You will make me happy
I'll keep you in a jar
And you will seem happy
I'll give you breathing holes
You will think you're happy, now

You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room

And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll bring you fine rewards
Then you will feel happy
I'll keep you in my room
I'm sure you'll be happy
And if you save your soul
You will think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room

Early version of "Sappy".

Sappy [No Alternative]


And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy now

You're really in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
The clue just came to you, oh

And if you cut yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
Then you'll think you're happy now

You're really in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh

You're really in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh

And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You'll wallow in his shit
Then you'll think you're happy now

You're really in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh

Late version of "Sappy". From "No Alternative" compilation.

Spank Thru


There's a soft pretentious (relentless?) mountains (Alt: This song is for lovers out there)
Listen (glisten?) in the light of the trees (Alt: And the little light in the trees)
And the flowers sing in D minor (Alt: And all the flowers have ... ?)
And the birds fly happily 

We're together once again my love
I need you back, oh baby baby

I can't explain just why we lost it from the start
Living without you girl, you'll only break my heart...

I can feel it, I can hold it
I can bend it I can shape it, I can mold it
I can cut it, I can taste it
I can spank it, beat it, masturbate it

I been looking for day glo
Always hearing the same ol'
Say you want to be faithful
I can make it do things you wouldn't think it ever could

Other interpretations possible. Thanks to Mikey for some corrections

Spectre / Misery Love Company


To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Don't be so selfish
Leaving me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone

Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company

Talk To Me

Shake it down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on
Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on

Don't let me detain you
Try to ride along
Don't you lie, knowing
I am not sad
I am not silly
I am not chippin'
I am not chippin' away

Talk to me
In your own language, please
In your own
Talk to me
In your own language please

Shake it down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man
Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man

Leader of the band
Makes a mental hell
I won't weather it well
Well I never
Saw it with my arm
Paint it with my heart
Paint it with my eyes and make it right

Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man

You don't want to hear this
Nothin' but a whore
I will play the leader
With pain
Now you know I'm needy
Lay them down easy
Lay them down easy

Talk to me
In your own language please

The End


This is the end
My only friend, the end
This is the end
My only friend, the end

I'll offer you some
I'll offer you sexualism and a masculine man
You can rephrase my friend (Alt: You can deface my grave, my friend)

The killer woke up in Belgium
And he poured alot of syrup on his waffles
And he walked on down the hall
And he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some grits
And then he walked on down the hall
And then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocket
And I see that waffle house jukebox
And I'm gonna walk up to the coinslot
And then there's a direst line between my pupil and that cionslot
And I lift that quarter out of my pocket
And I said, I wanna hear the waffle house theme
So I walk up to the jukebox, And I said
Come on in
I believe I will, I believe I will
At the waffle house

I got a six pack and nothin' to do

Originally by The Doors

The Priest They Called Him


"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall. 
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway. 
"Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy, there, with his overcoat
unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside
a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy. 
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and he had to use 
his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs, yet," 
he said, and walked quickly away with the case. 
Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously.
"Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just Mexican leather." 
"Well, some joker didn't cure it." 
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
"Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas 
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the 
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel. 
Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back unless 
I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya, 
blow your stack about three lousy cents. 
The doctor was not pleased to see him. 

"Now, what do you WANT? I TOLD you!" 
The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
money in his pocket and started to scream. 
"I've had TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face. 
"I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked open a drawer
and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have in the OFFICE!"
The doctor stood up. "Take it and GET OUT!" he screamed, hysterical.
The Priest's expression did not change. 

The doctor added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you." 
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend 
me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the police I tell you."
"All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold and far to walk, 
rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
"These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling himself up along the 
bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper. 

He rolled up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on 
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan 
and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something. 
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his 
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
"Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next door."
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.

A bolt slid. The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with 
pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the bed. 
"What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs. 
"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the leg cramps back 
with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling the boy
groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
"It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require much, senor."

The boy was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen. 
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays. 
He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself a priest,
there was no need to call one. 

Yes, She Is My Skinhead


I said I want to meet you aah
I said I want to fuck you inside
I said I want to fuck you aah
I said I want to meet you inside
I said I want to meet you aah
I said I want to fuck you inside
I said I want to fuck you aah
I said I want to meet you

Yes she is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my skinhead
Yes she is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my little pet

I'm fuckin all set to beat you
Keep keepin' all the lovely faces
Mathematic I'm a over and I'll race it
Stop sulking and I ought to trace it

Yes she is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my skinhead
Yes she is my skinhead girl
Checkinist girl this girl is world
Yaaahhh!!!
Ah
Aaahhh!!

I'll tell you what's good to look now
Can all it be impossible
When a villain in the face of God
On a Sunday

And I feel like a motivation
I'm on a mission to kill myself

Yes she is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my skinhead
Yes she is my skinhead girl
Checkinist girl this girl is (my) world
Yes she is my skinhead girl
She's gonna take me for a whirl
Yes she is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my little pet

Make ready for affection
But I met my love

Originally by Unrest

You've Got No Right / On The Mountain


I don't need to love again
I won't sigh and mope again
I don't need to love again
I just don't think it's worth it
I don't really love her
I don't think I want her
Ain't gonna take to love again
It's the way your love hurts
It's the way your mad again
I don't think I'll love again
I won't ever promise her
I don't think I want her

This time no one else
I don't bear to follow you
I don't ever promise you
Sometimes I don't love you
Think I'm tired of loving her
I don't really want love

Hey, hey, hey, hey
You know you're right

You told me to follow him
Teach him that I loved him
I won't ever promise you
I won't even bother to
You gave me my first kiss
I don't think I want it now
I don't ever want again
It's all that I had to have
It's all that I wanted
It's all that I had to
I don't think I'll miss her
I don't think I want her