Also, the final track--the cover of the Hombres' "Let it Out" is not on the lyric sheet, so it doesn't appear here.
It's Not Alright
I said "All Right!"/But it's not all right
I'm tired/I'm really tired/I'm tired of being attacked/I'm tired
of fighting back/I'm tired/I'm really tired
I'm all tired and run down/My ears are hurting, there's too much
sound/I've been pushed around, I'll admit/Been worn to a shadow,
I tell you I'm sick of it!
I'm tired/I'm so damn tired/I'm tired of being called strange/
I'm tired of being asked to change/I'm tired/I'm so damn tired!
I feel like my head's full of jelly/Igotta big pain in my belly/
I feel stuck in a pit/I gotta get out, I'm sick of it!
Day After Day
I get up in the morning and I stare at my face/Itake out a brush
and stare at my face/I comb my hair and I look in my eyes/My
life's kind of dull and I wanna know why!
I put on my shoes and I put on my socks/My shoe hurts so I pull
out a rock/I drink my juice and I eat my toast/Why I can't I live
my life to the uttermost?
Same old stuff
I clear my head and I clear my throat/I put on my old blue torn
up coat/I sit on the steps and I wait for my ride/My restlessness I just can't hide!
You Don't Say
You've captured my voice, so I'll just have to pay/I hear you
talkin' but I don't want to stay/I'm just saying stuff that's
in the air/I struggle to finish but you couldn't care
I don't want to say
Your house is nicely furnished, nice bedroom/Pleasant floral
patterns, just not enough gloom/You've captured my voice, so I'll
just have to pay/I hear you talking but I don't want to stay
Not Too Sure
So how are things on the party circuit?/Tell me I want to know/
How does it feel to be so with it/Being cool wherever you go
Tell me about your social circle/Gossiping behind their backs/
Won't you point out all the beautiful people/Another locked door
and I can't react
Going to strange houses and stranger parties/People ask about
what they can't see/I just sit on the sofa and grin/they ask
me why do you act so insecure?/I struggle to reply; I say I'm not
too sure
Take 2 (Individuality)
They criticize me/But I don't care/I will be me/So let them stare
Individuality
I don't wear $40 jeans/No alligator on my shirt/I will be me/And I
won't be a fake
They all want to be the same/Afraid of the big game/The game of
yourself/ Your own self
Don't Pull Me Under
I push my cart through the food store/ Fat ladies walk through
mechanical doors/I look at all the people on the boxes and cans/
I felt trapped before it all began
I got to my bed and I start to dream/My head's full of women who
are really supreme/My back aches and I wake up cold/Lifetime trap
gotta get out before I get old
Too much heartbreak,too much pain/Too much stress and too much
strain
Old Lady Sloan (words by William Burroughs, music by Micronotz)
Old Lady Sloan chewing on the bone/Chewing on the bone of her
child/Old Lady Sloan all sleek and fat/Old Lady Sloan she purrs
like a cat
For Old Lady Sloan she likes her chow/She's burping up baby
like a happy old sow
Old Lady Sloan chewing on the bone/Chewing on the bone of her
child/Old Lady Sloan she went hog wild/Old Lady Sloan she's
butchered her child
She stuffed him with apples, mince meat and fig/And she roasted
him in her ash pit like a fat little pig
Old Lady Sloan drool crunch
WOW!
Old Lady Sloan how was your chow?/Where is the child you eted
like a sow?/Old Lady Sloan somebody dialed/Old Lady Sloan where
is the child?
Corpus delecti delightful delovely/Officer you're all cute and
cudly/Old Lady Sloan drool crunch WOW!
They've Got It All
Faces on the T.V. strike my face/They're all rich they're one
race/Got the luxury of a good life/Got two cars got a pretty
wife/They've got it all!
Perfect people on the street/They're always so damn complete/
Beautiful people-he and she/Yankee doodle, nice country/They've
got it all!/They've got everything I don't want!
T.V. guides go in my trash can/Women on the pages so thin and
tan/ Got the luxuries of a good life!
Shopping Spree
Daydream
The Police Song
Song 16
Blonde-Haired Ghost
You can figure the words out, and if you can't, it's no loss.
Sitting in the classroom staring at the empty faces/Teacher's
talking about some long forgotten places
People sitting and thinking about the life they could lead/
People sitting and thinking about what they need
Sun from the window starts up my head/Thinking and dreaming I
walk in my head
Rain hits the ground and makes the strangest sound/Staring
out the window I feel so lonely
A little old fashioned American fun/Never hurt anyone/Beating
on kids with big black sticks/That's how we get our kicks
That's why we say-Support your local police force
We drive around in big mean cars/We hate kids with electric guitars
When people see us coming they really flip/It's the ultimate
macho trip
Egotistical maniacs/With long black guns/And funny blue slacks/
Egotistical maniacs/I wish someone would get them off our backs
I'm sixteen/And I'm bored/ C'mon gimme something to do
Looking back on my life you'd think I was crazy/Let me
tell you the truth: I'm just lazy
Well c'mon-give me some akshun/C'mon-give me something to do/Give
me something/Give me something to do!/Something to do!
Everybody's telling me I'd better do something fast/If this is all
there is to life I hope it doesnt last
She caught my eye near the food stand/I said to myself I'm at
your command/Nothing about her to improve/She sang this tune
as she moved: "Chocolate igloos under the sun,Cement hotdog on
my bun/You can't touch me I can't feel/Hey man, I'm not for real"
Her deep brown eyes were so radiant/I think I'm stuck on her for permanant/Love at first sight-Is that wrong?/Can't stop thinking about her and her song