Dealt The Cruel Hand

Real life testing of an unborn child. Except the side effects are anything but mild. The effects of a drug are not known until now. Except the human guinea pigs, will suffer anyhow.

Chaos Dies

Charging in so blind, To manipulate our lives. What our eyes now see, Is not what was meant to be. Feeding off the pain, A game for the insane. Exploiting shallow truth, Is a profitable abuse.

Www.sara

Wrong Again

You Need An Analyst

If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store. You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst. If your pocket's full of little things you've never owned before.

World's On Heroin

the world's on heroin. i'm on strike against all this laziness. from the government to. despite all the underachievers. the drive thru guy. i try to go for all.

Wonder

Wishing Well

I go to that wishing well. Stand looking down. So many thoughts cloud my brain. As I think about their lives. If wishes could come true. I think of all the things I'd do.

What Are You For?

Tell me how did you get so cynical and suspicious minded?. If you look for something wrong long enough I'm sure you'll find it. Save your psychic self-defense.

The Drop-outs March

No more pencils, no more books. No more teachers dirty looks. Dropouts, dropouts, yeah team. . On dropouts down the field. Ain't we the national shame.

Vida Blue

Shine On Harvey Bloom

My name is Mr. Bloom and I'm from New Rochelle. And I sing this happy tune. Because my son, the astronaut, young Harvey Bloom. Has landed on the moon.

Until Then

Seventy-six Sol Cohens

76 Sol Cohens in the country club. And 110 nice men named Levine. And there's more than a thousand Finks. Who parade around the Links. It's a sight that really must be seen.

Until I Say So

Uncle Critic

Critic, uncle fucking critic. Critic, uncle fucking critic. Critic, uncle fucking critic. . You're always printing shit about me. You're still five years behind me.

Swing Low

Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming for to carry me home. . Swing low, sweet chariot. Coming for to carry me home.

Pop Hates The Beatles

My daughter needs a new phonograph. She wore out all the needles. Besides, I broke the old one in half. I hate the Beatles. . She says they have a Liverpool beat.

U R Super

Lotsa Luck

When you're driving through the desert. And your car runs out of gas. Lotsa luck, pal, lotsa luck. When you try to stop some strangers. They will holler as they pass.