1. Intro 2. Electric Uncle Sam 3. Natural Joe 4. Lacquer Head 5. The Antipop 6. Eclectic Electric 7. Greet The Sacred Cow

8. Mama didn't raise no fool 9. Dirty Drowning Man 10. Ballad of Bodacious 11. Power Mad 12. The final voyage of the liquid sky 13. Coattails of a Dead Man (Unlisted) The heckler

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Intro

one, two, three...

Electric Uncle Sam

Yeah
Yeah

I am the plan, I am the man
Who tells you what and when you can
I'm the old one that torments you
I am the voice that tells you to

Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie
Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna die
If ever you're in doubt about who or where i am
I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
I am your uncle Sam
Electric Uncle Sam

You beg me please on bended knees
Not to sit among these enemies
If you feel like you wanna dance
Then step aside and take a chance

Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie
Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna die
If ever you're in doubt about who or where i am
I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
I am your uncle Sam
Electric Uncle Sam

Yeah
I am your uncle Sam
Yeah
I am your uncle Sam
Yeah
Electric Uncle Sam

Natural Joe

There's a boy out 'luma way
Named Joe Eugene
He's one mellow ass son-of-a-bitch-a

He loves his wheat grass
And cold bean curd
He's one healthy ass son-of-a-bitch-a

But late at night
He sneaks on down to the liquor store
For a little bit of sheep dip

Natural Joe
Got an easy flow
Wherever he goes
They say "Here comes Joe"

Joe's a happy man
And he won't do you wrong
He's one respectable son-of-a-bitch-a

Now Joe ain't no patriarch
But he's smooth with the girls
He ain't no chauvinistic son-of-a-bitch-a

But late at night
He sneaks on down to the porno store
To get a little bit of...

Natural Joe
HE's hangin' low
Wherever he goes
They say "Here comes Joe"

There's a boy out 'luma way
Named Joe Eugene
He's one mellow ass son-of-a-bitch-a

He don't like firearms
He don't own knives
He's one pacifistic son-of-a-bitch-a

But late at night
He eases on down to the video store
For a little bit of (War sounds)

Natural Joe
Got an easy
Wherever he goes
They say "here comes Joe"

Natural Joe
Lookin' slow and low
Look there he goes
Go Natural Joe

Lacquer Head

Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely
Pimple faced and rather homely
He wasn't much for socializin'
The TV kept him mesmerizin'

In one hear and out the other
Picked up a trick from his older brother
Got him a can of sniffin' sauce
Pinned his mind upon the cross

Lacquer head knows but one desire
Lacquer head sets his skull on fire
Lacquer head knows no in between
Huffin' on bags of gasoline

Sniffin' paint since the seventh grade
She was high on gin and gatorade
On turpentine she lost her luck
Fell in front of a speeding pick-up truck

He was a boy of soft demeanor
And he loved his carburator cleaner
The vapor made a sweet aroma
He sniffed himself into a coma

Lacquer head knows but one desire
Lacquer head sets his skull on fire
Lacquer head knows no in between
Huffin' on bags of gasoline

Keep on sniffin' 'til your brain goes "pop"!
Keep on sniffin' 'til your brain goes "pop"!

Lacquer head knows but one desire
Lacquer head sets his skull on fire
Lacquer head knows no in between
Huffin' on bags of gasoline

The Antipop

The earth it did crack open
On the day that I was born
And a thousand merry pranksters
Came dancing through the storm
I lay cradle bound
A howlin' out my wind
Not knowing years to come
I'd be shouting over din

I sucked information through the holes in my skull
As my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full

I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am the antipop
The man you cannot stop

As a young man
I plug into the tube
But the stench of all that pretense
I can not muddle through
I lay on my back
And scan the radio
All that comes out of my speakers
Is a steady syrup flow

I sucked information through the holes in my skull
As my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full

I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am the antipop
The man you cannot stop

I stood by watching
And seem 'em come and go
I seen 'em make that million
Then vanish in the snow
They come upon you
Like a pack of rabid hounds
As they slobber in your ears
And purge you with their sounds

Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull
As my belly gurgles nauseous my mouth is always full

I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am antipop
I'll run against the grain 'til the day I drop
I am the antipop
The man you will not stop

Eclectic Electric

Part I: Blinded by the sun
Bring me back again
I'd really rather not be out here on my own
Someone reel me in
I'm drifting ever farther from my home

I remember when I was a baby
Gazing in amazement at the sky
Sing it twinkle twinkle little baby
Daddy's gonna learn you to fly high
Like a comet through the sky

Bring me back again
I'd really rather not be out here on my own
I'm drifting with the wind
Trying to hold the course that I've been shown

I remember when I was a baby
Staring in amazement at the sun
Better shut your eyes now little baby
No one ever said you were the one
No one ever said you were the one
No one ever said you were the one
Who can't be blinded by the sun
... I think I'm blinded by the sun

Part II: Sanity is coming to your town
I like to taunt, I like to tease
I'll bring you psyche to its knees
Juggling
Sanity is coming to your town

Who gives a damn what you say
You're pissing all your friends away
Juggling
Sanity is coming to your town

Juggling
Sanity is coming to your...
Sanity is coming to your...
Sanity is coming to your town

Part III: Pressing onward towards the light
I remember when I was a baby
Gazing in amazement at the sky
I remember when I was a baby
Gazing in amazement at the sky

Pressing onward through the night
Pressing onward towards the light

Better shut your eyes now little baby

Greet The Sacred Cow

Slice me up a big slab
of that sympathetic cheer
If I'm zapped with radiation
They say I'll last another year

Line 'em up now
To greet the sacred cow

My hands are full of protein
My arms are made of fire
If you're calling me a diplomat
Then I'll be calling you a liar

Line 'em up now
Line 'em up now
Line 'em up now
To greet the sacred cow

Line 'em up now
To kill the sacred cow

Mama didn't raise no fool

The best of times the worst of times
The times you can't ignore
Sometimes you bite the bullet
And flip flop on the floor

They tell you where to go
They tell you what to do
They set your face on fire
And stomp it out with their shoes

I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no...
I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no...

The times I can't complain
Are the times I do the most
On a diet of black coffee
And prozac buttered toast

These eunuchs in their prada
And Gucci flavored clothes
Wouldn't know a fresh perspective
If it bit'em up on the nose

I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no...
I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no...

Mama didn't raise no fool

Don't do as they say
Just say as they do
No flavor's quite so bitter
As the taste of one's own shoe
I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no...
I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no...

I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no...
I ain't no fool
Mama didn't raise no...

Mama didn't raise no fool

Dirty drowning man

I'm a dog, a dirty flying dog
I drink campari with marinated wild hog
I've no sense, I lick electric fence
I put barbed wire in my pants and do a celtic dance
But when I can, I am a giving man
I'll flip you out the fire and back up into the frying pan
And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown
Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around

I'm a drowning
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this dirty drowning man

You're so fine, so bright and shiney fine
And I'm so proud to say that you in fact are a friend of mine
And doubly pleased with crooked wobbly knees
I dive on in and backstroke right across the seas of cheese
But on the times when I'm not such a giving man
Please flip me out the fire and back up into the frying pan
And if you're down looking you're gonna drown
Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around

I'm a drowning
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this dirty drowning man

I'm a dog, a dirty flying dog
I drink campari with marinated wild hog
I've no sense, I lick electric fence
I put barbed wire in my pants and do a celtic dance
But when I can, I am a giving man
I'll flip you out the fire and back up into the frying pan
And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown
Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around

I'm a drowning
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this dirty drowning man

And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown
Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around

I'm a drowning
Who will save this drowning man
Who will save this drowning man

The Ballad of Bodacious

Who's gonna ride Bodacious
Who's gonna tame him down
Look out for Bodacious
He's bound to hold his ground
Here comes Bodacious
Y'all just step aside
Big and bad Bodacious
Takes a toll from those who ride

Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull over nineteen hundred pounds
He's born in Galtry Oklahoma and he's the baddest sons-a-bitch around
If a burma bull ever were a superstar than Bodacious just might be
He's a cream colored, beefy brawn, full-fledged, four-footed bovine celebrity

Who's gonna ride Bodacious
Who's gonna tame him down
Look out for Bodacious
He's bound to hold his ground
Here comes Bodacious
Y'all just step aside
Big and bad Bodacious
Takes a toll from those who ride

Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman at the start of his buckin' spree
And Tuff became one of the few to make the whistle back in 1993
Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals in 1995
Bodacious had got a little older and wiser, Tuff barely come out alive

Who's gonna ride Bodacious
Who's gonna tame him down
Look out for Bodacious
He's bound to hold his ground
Here comes Bodacious
Y'all just step aside
Big and bad Bodacious
Takes a toll from those who ride

Power Mad

Military show is blastin' off to Kosovo
Military show with lightnin' speed
Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show
How many stabs before we bleed?
Those pinocchios chattering out in stereo
Boy Pinocchio and his golden deed
Masculinity? Oh galvanized in the world wide show
As we fertilize the seed

Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down, Dad
I only try to do what's right
Power mad, the best friend that you ever had
Unless of course you choose to fight

Power mad, driving out of the shadows
He never tires when he plays
Power mad, he's a streak in the night time
Speculating how he'll take on the world some day

Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a broadway show
How many stabs before we succeed

Power mad, I didn't drop the pants down, Dad
I know my left hand from my right
Power mad, the best friend that you ever had
Unless of course you lose the fight

Power mad, driving out of the shadows
He never tires when he plays
Power mad, he's a streak in the night time
Speculating how he'll take on the world
Power mad, driving out of the shadows
He never tires when he plays
Power mad, he's a streak in the night time
Speculating how he'll...
take on the world some day

The Final Voyage of the Liquid Sky

I been fightin' gravity since I was two...

Questers of the prize
Blind men in the snow
Some streak the skies
I choose to go below

Skin moves towards malignant
Worshipping the sun
They clamber over corpses
To be the chosen ones

Drift along liquid sky
Drift along liquid sky

Descending through the darkness
To the vast terrain
Down here on the bottom
You rarely hear the rain

Drift along liquid sky
Drift along liquid sky
Drift along liquid sky
Drift along liquid sky

Drift along liquid sky
Drift along liquid sky
Drift along liquid sky
Drift along liquid sky

Coattails of a Dead Man

One, two, three...

Well, he wasn't lookin' for fanfare or fame
but it all came around just the same
He met a girl with desire in her eye
He gave her love, she took his name

The times they were good, the times they were bad
Most times they were just in between
The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had
She put on display for all to be seen

Some find their solace in work or the lord
She was quite content in her dream
When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light
He found comfort in the bottle of ol'Jimmy Beam

One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole
He reached out for something to feel
She offered back nothing but lack of respect
So he let himself out with two barrels of steel

She cried in the day, she cried in the night
She cried loudest when someone was near
Whether crying for him or she cried for herself
The bigger the camera, the bigger the tear

Most folks agree she living a hell
And publicly she showed her pain
And never once was there a thought for herself
And the ever growing slices of fortune and fame

Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride
On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride, she'll ride high

The heckler

Through the door it slithers in,
Accompanied by its peers.
Always groveling for attention,
While no one ever hears.
In its mind it's full of wit
And quite the social king.
It plants itself among the rest,
To give the deadly state.

It's just a matter of opinion
It's just a matter of opinion
It's just a matter of opinion

Further now there's a man of taste.
Of talent and precision.
To work and strive that years are form
Has been his life's decision.
The stage is set. The perfect show
Is put before the mass.
Only to be ridiculed
by some slimy, pompous snake.

It's just a matter of opinion.
It's just a matter of opinion.
Naaaaaaahhhh!

It's just a matter of opinion.

©1999 Interscope Records.

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