They're Not Dreaming, They've Just Fallen Asleep
(The Wal-Martian Song)
Oh, to be back in the land of the hideous hipshake
where wobbling warriors worship the false and the fake
Yes, this is the land of the camouflaged cupcake
where the queen of quirks can cause a coast-to-coast quake
Some jelly-faced jerk's laughing too loud about his own juvenile joke
Billboard Billy-Bob's grimly grinning for cancer-safe coke
Colesterol Kathy brags about her cardiac condition and everybody's stretching for a stroke
and as the sun goes down
on vintage glory town
lawnmowers and leaf blowers sing a noisy lullaby
deep sleep drips from the bottom of the bad boy's sullen eye
Switch to another show
Turn the lights down low
Don't go where the wal-martians go
Here comes cruising Carol, she just can't concentrate
there's a brand new babbling doll which she can't help but imitate
as she's getting ready for her whip-cream candy-date
the stench of stale fat makes her slurp and salivate
in her carnival costume she's cool as real live bait
Silly Sally shops at Uggly Muggly's, she's got a dream to maintain
Lame Foot Liz, she's a real Miss Whiz when she's walking with her hurry-cane
Ol' Jack Obese farts in his cart as he's rolling down meat bargain lane
All the cash craving crew chew on cheap cheese and artificial grain
and as the sun...
You're always in with the in-sect, let yourself be bitten and stung
Save your saviour, pray and pay, praise at the top of your lungs
you don't have to know nothin' bout nothin' to say what's right and what's wrong
Yes, you can act like a man on the label of a can in your most convenient store
No need to go far in your over-sized car but you gotta let the engine roar
Run for office, teach 'em what tough is, and end up going to war
Pinhead patriots and passionate paraders will always vote for more
and as the sun...
Shake the maker, you can be sure there's a taker for any kind of unbelievable trash
Life on screen, the shows, the news, the ads, all day and all night the addicts are licking mash
while the league of fakers, ministers, lawyers, senators, law-breakers are busy in the back room counting cash
Puritan morals rule, bigoted preachers drool, politicians fool you, in every nursery, every school they teach what life's all about:
money, faith and food, money faith and food, money, faith and food...
Missing The Feel
So, how are you?
haven’t heard from you in a long time
Me, I’m just getting on
drifting between the ugly and the sublime
Oh yes, it’s true
I’d still give all I got for the perfect rhyme
but all hope has gone
it’s just my stubbornness working overtime
Hey, won’t you tell me what’s the matter?
Let me know why you are avoiding me
Is ist that your entire world’s been shattered
or is ist that you only see the silly boy in me?
So, how are you?
have you found a place for you to hide?
Me, well, I get along
I still do a little living on the side
But yes, it’s true
I’m stuck here watching the rising tide
It all went wrong
but there’s still a couple of things I haven’t tried
Hey, won’t you come here to get better?
Let me know what has been haunting you
Is it, that you’ve been puzzled by my letter
or was it my confession that has been daunting you?
If I tried to call we could sit all day in some café
and watch the stray dogs bide and shiver
All my time I pledge to sitting on the ledge
but I’ll walk the edge to meet you half-way on the bridge
across the dividing river
Hey, won’t you try to be on my side?
We've been fighting ghosts on our own too long
Are you afraid of drowning in the high tide
or do you think that all we try can only turn out wrong?
Hey,
I will miss you
just wanted you to know, that’s all
