My ears are ringing and the eyes have it. Lean your head to the wall. And these walls have ears. And those ears are ringing. Support this wonderful wall.
There's no stoppin'. The Cretins from hoppin'. You gotta keep it beatin'. For a hoppin' Cretin. Cretin, Cretin. . I'm gonna go for a whirl. With my Cretin girl.
Well.... Just the other night I come home. After three months of constant grind and travel. And I went snivellin', I went crawling around to my girlfriend's house.
General is a wise man. The General is a gun. Shake up this scribbly world. And run run run. He's laughing like a doctor. But I bit his crazy mouth. Believe this faithful daughter.
you're strung out on cocaine every single day. you're whole life's in shambles in every single way. you smoke dope you rest checked you smoked all the rest (?).
You can't make mother cry. You can't make her twist her ragged hair. You can't make mother groan. Even when her soldier sonny. shakes his iron cocktail in the air....
One, two, three, four. . They do their best, do what they can. They get them ready for Vietnam. From Old Hanoi to East Berlin. Commando, involved again.
I drove you down the dirty track. Heard you hissing in the Red Lane. Come on, you thirsty little pilgrim. We're moving house again. . Make your back get longer.
Well, come on, let's go, let's go, little darlin'. Tell me that you'll never leave me. Come on, come on, let's go again. And again and again and again.
I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy. Here's one good goon that we can't blame. Hey they all cry. Here's one for the fruit-bin. Look at him, look at him, look, look, look.
Oh, oh, oh. Sitting here with nothin' to do. Sitting here thinkin' only of you. But you'll never get out of there. She'll never get out of there. . Texas chain saw massacre.
Here we go down, down, down. Down upon all fours. We'll make it true, this is exactly what we do. When we're making true confessions. With our blood cuddles and piggy-back kisses.
Met this girl at the fashion bug. Wanted to give her a great big hug. I asked her where she's from, I was actin' really dumb. Couldn't believe she asked me for a piece of my gum.
Everybody's pinching their guts. Young lumps of lead, floating on the harbour. They pick themselves up, now they're falling down again. Big lumps of lead floating to fruition.
The heat of the night. It's feeding worms in the hay. And soon to surround the sheep's head. See the distant howl of pleasure. And it's sending shivers down the spine.
You got to pick up the pieces. Come on, sort your trash. Better pull yourself back together. Maybe you've got too much cash. . Better call, call the law.
Hey ho, let's go. . They're forming in a straight line. They're going through a tight wind. The kids are losing their minds. The Blitzkrieg Bop. . They're piling in the back seat.
Here comes a ringing testimonial. Here comes the saddest song you've ever heard. >From somewhere else, somewhere good. In a warehouse painted red. Around my house, around my table.
Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut. Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors. And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain.
Beat on the brat. Beat on the brat. Beat on the brat. With a baseball bat. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh. . What can you do?. What can you do. With a brat like that?.