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Black hearts in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed in rag and bones
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm leavin'
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

My baby run to me
She lives in broken-down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shaking
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

Doo doo doo doo

Black hearts in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed in rag and bones
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm leavin'
Black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

Doo doo doo doo

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperatures dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces

Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline
Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smilin' eyes whippin' out of their sockets
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the briefcase blues
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghettoblasting, disentegrating
Rock and roll, know what I'm saying?
And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Got a devil's haircut in my mind!
Got a devil's haircut in my mind!
Devil's haircut in my mind!

I saw her, yea I saw her
With a black tongue tied round the roses
A fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she could hang from the sun
And point it out with the dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits in the sand
Where their bones are bleaching

And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make it die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl
My cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl

I saw her, yea I saw her
With her hands tied back
Her rags are burnin'
Calling out from a landfilled life
Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving

And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make it die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl
My cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl

Hey my cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl
My cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl
My cyanide girl
Hey my cyanide girl

Que onda Jose?
Que onda Jose?

See the vegetable man
In the vegetable van
With a horn that's honking
Like a mariachi band
In the middle of the street
People gather around
Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can
Ay wey, que onda?
TJ cowboys hang around
Sleeping in the sidewalk
With a Burger King crown
Never wake 'em up
Mas cerveza
Til the rooster crows
Vatos vergallos
Que onda guero?
Que onda guero?
Que onda guero?
Que onda guero?

Mano blancos roll with crowbars
Sing rancheras on cheap guitars
Abuelitas with plastic bags
Walking to the church with the Spanish candles
Dirty borracho says 'que putas!'
Andaley, Joto, your popsicle is melting
Run better run, da doo run run
??? in the midnight sun
Guero, where are you going?
Que onda guero?
Guero, where are you going?
Que onda guero?

Rampart boys with loaded rifles
Guatemalan soccer ball instant replays
Mango ladies, vendedoras at a bus stop
Sing a banda macho chorus

Que onda guero?
A donde vayas
Que onda guero?
A donde vayas

Que ??? es ese?
Alla en la en Pico
La Pico y Vermont
Hey vamos a jugar futbol hay en el Griffith park
Hey Lacoro
Yeah now I'm going to LACC, man
I'm taking a ceramics class
See the vegetable man
James Joyce
Michael Bolton!

Que onda guero
Hey where are you going?
Que onda guero
Hey where are you going?

Hey what's up guero?
"You doing pushups?"
No te veo guero!
El guero!
Que Pasa
Otra vero guero
I dunno I saw a puppet at Tang's
with a mullet and a popsicle.

Hey Guero
Que locura!
Chico

Hey Guero
Yeah Bro?
Hehehe, footlong?
Let's go to Cap'n Cork.
They have the new Yanni cassette

Walking to the other side
With the devil trying to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
On the ashes of a cigarette

Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeroes over 'til they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scaring himself

I've been digging the ground
Beneath the dust and the clouds
I see miles and miles
Of junkyard piles
I wanted hope from a grave
I wanted strength from a spade
What gives you comfort now
Might be the end of your vein
Crows are pulling at my clothes
The wind got my fingers froze
Standin' all day, keepin' watch
Overall the treasures we've lost
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's to plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scaring himself
Oooh ooh ooh

Scarecrow's only scaring himself
Scarecrow's only scaring himself
Scarecrow's only scaring himself

I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning

You know I'll laugh
I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes
I know what you're thinking

And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it

And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go
Oh how the days go

Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs
I'll never forget you
I'll never forget you
I'll never forget you

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Take me home with my elevator bones!
That was a good drum break...

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whipflash tones
Members Only, hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with the parachute fruits
Passin' the dutchie from coast to coast
Check the man Gary Wilson rocks the most
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
What about those who swing both ways? AC/DCs?
Let's make it out, baby
Cheese

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
We're all part of the total scene

Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh dear me! Make Out City is a two-horse town.
That's beautiful, Dad.

Got my microphone. . .
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind!
Makin' out, baby . . . let's make it . . . let's make out, baby.
Telephone, plastic, baby!
Oh it's all goooooood . . . ah yeah, let's burn it good.

Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter, readjust your position
Thought control, ghostwritten confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down
Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy, rent-a-cops are watching
Make your dreams out of paper mache
Cliched wasted hate taste-tested

Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

Stretched to the limit, attention spans snap back
Retract, collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and handclaps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breakin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code red Cola War conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in White Out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up

Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct

I like your bass.
Your beat is nice.
Hell yes.
Hai.
Hell yes.

Hey now girl, what's the matter with me?
We're on a back road, driving to sea
Straight as a razor, kicking up dust
Digging through ditches and falling to rust
Taking me far, far as a rental car can go
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Hey now girl, at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walking alone
Singing a death knell, clapping along
At the end of the night there's a road we'll be on
Taking me far, far as a rental car can go
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea

La la la la la la music
La la la la la la music
La la la la la la music
La la la la la la music

Straight as a razor, kicking up dust
Digging through ditches and falling to rust
Taking me far, far as a rental car can go
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea

Heyyy heyyy heyyy heyyy

Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent 'til the lights went dead
And I saw my sign coming up the road
Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
Threw a Roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Ohh ohh oh oh
Ohh ohh oh oh

Now hold your hand up to the plow
Work the dirt til the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good Lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
A little too late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you've seen
Scarecrow shadow on the Nazarene
Ohh ohh oh oh
Ohh ohh oh oh

Kindness will find you
When darkness is falling round your bend
Kindness will follow
Children will wander 'til the end
Heyyy ohhh ooh

See me comin' to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holdin' on to the devil I know
All my troubles just hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aimin'
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talkin' trash to the garbage around you
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

See me kickin' the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handin' out a confection of venom
Heaven's drunk the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us, all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter

I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us, all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter

Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na

Kick it.
We like the boys with the bulletproof vests.
We like the girls with the cellophane chests.
We like the boys with the bulletproof vests.
We like the girls with the cellophane chests.

I know you really want it 'cause your Daddy's always on it.
And he knows just how to flaunt it. He got pictures in his wallet.
And he wanna be your lover. Does he look just like my mother?
Does he cover you like butter and just leave you in the gutter?

I wanna know if I'm worth your time.
There's so much to do before you die.
Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again.
Touch my ass if you're qualified.

We like to ride on executive planes.
We like to sit around and get real paid.
We like to ride on executive planes.
We like to sit around and get real paid.

I know you really want it 'cause your Daddy's always on it.
And he knows just how to flaunt it. He got pictures in his wallet.
And he wanna be your lover. Does he look just like my mother?
Does he cover you like butter and just leave you in the gutter?

I wanna if I'm worth your time.
There's so much to do before you die.
Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again.
Touch my ass if you're qualified.

I know you really want it 'cause your Daddy's always on it.
And he knows just how to flaunt it. He got pictures in his wallet.
And he wanna be your lover. Does he look just like my mother?
Does he cover you like butter and just leave you in the gutter?

I wanna know if I'm worth your time.
There's so much to do before you die.
Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again.
Touch my ass if you're qualified.

We like the boys with the bulletproof vests.
We like the girls with the cellophane chests.
We like to ride on executive planes.
We like to sit around and get real paid.

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