He's got a really big tongue It rolls way out Snaking around in the club It slicks you down Scratching his face like a bum He pulls you back Circa nineteen
I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the English Channel's wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money
I have looked all over the place But you have got my favorite face Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass And your lips are sweet and slippery like
Cinco de mayo, blowout, denial It wasn't fun this time, letting you go What if I never, a bullet forever, Held out my hand to you? We wouldn't have known
Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows And, oh, all the tears in four tiny
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A. I was a Star Trek crew member, with my Beatle boots and my Super-8 And I raced you to the top, the camera
Don't be fooled by him, he's fine Rock-and-roll Ken doll, he's a national end-all He's an off and on friend of mine Where have I been? Got any what?
( Velvet Undergound - performed during many of the April 1995 shows; featured on the Pottymouth Girl bootleg) You want me home, but I'm gone all night
(from the Carnivore 7" single) You've told me maybe a thousand times A smart girl would've recognized There isn't any business in the street But some
(from the Higher Learning soundtrack) Take a look around This is what it's now It's a little bridge now, baby It's a little bridge now Just a photograph
(performed at a couple of the shows on the April 1995 solo electric tour) Saw your car, so I know you're here It's been such a long time, looking totally
See the sun rise so loud This whole town gets drowned out Sky-writing with the sweep of a flashlight I'm driving over that way Some pot of gold, it's
She said that it's probably a bad place to be But it's probably worse than Manhattan Looks like shit and it feels like America Looks like shit and it
(as performed on Squirt TV, April 1996) Oh my God (Oh my God) I've been saved I saw the light today and it flung me back to the edge Oh my God What
(One Banana, Two Banana) (theme for The Banana Splits Adventure Hour, from the Saturday Morning Cartoons compilation) Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la Tra-la
(performed on a number of radio broadcasts and at many live shows) All the people we all know Are wasted away on a holiday Everywhere these people
You said things I wouldn't say Straight to my face, boy You tossed the egg up And I found my hands in place, boy After backing up as far as you could
I've got your picture Of me and you You wrote, "I love you." I love you, too I sit there staring when there's nothing else to do Oh, it's in color Your