Squirrel Songs V

[Talking]. . Here's a message to those who don't like me,. You can all just bite me. I don't care what you say or think. You walk around like your shit don't stink.

Squirrel Songs Iv

(talking). . You may see other squirrels. I am the greatest squirrel of all. They all clutter up your T.V.. I am the greatest squirrel of all. Believe in the words of the foamy.

Squirrel Songs Iii

(talking). . All over the world. I am seen. As the perfect squirrel. Can't you see. What I see. You're blinded with stupidity. Yes it's true. I can see right through you.

Squirrel Songs Ii

(talking). . My name is foamy and I have a complaint. I'm dealing with people that haven't a brain. From pill-popping pals. To purple haired freaks. I'm sick of seeing them all week after week.

Sweet Little Sixteen

(Chuck Berry). . They're really rockin' in Boston in Pittsburgh, P. A.. Deep in the heart of Texas and 'round the Frisco Bay. All over St. Louis way down in New Orleans.

Simply Enough

(Nicula/Bojescu). . You stand at the gates my love. Wond'ring to come in or not. You may come inside. To switch on the light. You will see me there. Sitting on a chair.

Shout

(The Isley Brothers). . You know you want to make me:. Shout!. Take my finger!. Shout!. Throw my hands back!. Shout!. Kick my heels up!. Shout!. Come on now..

She Looks Always At The Sky

(A. Nicula/E. Bojescu). She looks always at the sky. She doesn't want to look at me 'cos I. I told her "You'll never find your dream". She told me "I'm waiting now for my king".

Sweating Blood

Pressures in life seems like work. Like a job that will only get worse. So we look back and never forward. It's all better once its over. So we'll search search the past for meaning.

Suburban Blight

Still...

Spit At The Truth

Someone's Dream

Slave Labor

Somewhere Outside Las Vegas

The screen door closed swiftly, the houses sleep in fields of white. in a picturebook scene, the cars parked perfect in the neighborhood secure. strong words have strangled, the cuts have mangled, the shows have come and gone.

Sick

empty laws we obey. suffer through another day. sick of the game.

Soft As Birds

Baby's screaming on the telephone. and there's dirt in the sky. viscous fumes in the passageways. and the house is a mess. . Angry kids in the doorway.

Skorpio

The trials of life sink their teeth in deep again. like a manic I kick those very teeth in. climb awhile inside my angry tree. feel the anger that burns and sets you free.

Set Up To Fall

etc.... set up to fall down.

See Me Bleed