White Trash, Two Heebs and a Bean
Album - 30 dicembre 1992 - Debaser id 1180

Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles

Beneath my eyes are bluish black

There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk to

Nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt

I stick My head out of the window, it's closed

Instead of air, I get glass stuck in to my head

The city's sounding, and I can't seem to stop the pounding

Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round ( X 2 )

Not sure what I am thinking about, I got soul doubt

A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain

A frameless Erte, a painting without a signature

She's waiting for someone to save her

As I pass her I see Cinderella

She dosen't fit into the slipper

Like she fits in a bottle of liquor

There's no one to take her away

Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me

The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for me?

I don't want nothin', just a connection

I gotta know what she's all about

Cause I know she's been there --

Soul doubt

I stick my head out of the window once again

This time I see a thousand faces all too clear

They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face

So many times, I know exactly how they feel

I know exactly how they feel

I know just what they think about

They've got soul doubt

He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "What you been thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I was't think about nothing
Now I gotta do something else,"
OI OI OI!

To pass the time
Had someone shave his head
He got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
Gonna take him out, of town
They would get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother fuckers go...

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Oh will he ever walk the line?

You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing

A bland reciprocation, but that dosen't bother me

You're happier with lights on underneath a darkened sky

Only in the spotlight can you tell me of your crimes

I understand the situation, but I can't

Seem to understand the motivations you once had

I recall a message I once left behind a screen

I was entranced, when you were never there for me

You're draining, you're draining me, I'm not a tub

What ever happened to the girl I used to hold?

I held in such a high regard

Where is the girl who had it all?

I used to think I wasn't worthy of your cause

I used to feel so lucky

Until the day I felt a weakness in my arms

I knew from where it had been coming

You're bleeding, you're bleeding me, I can recall

The passions you once had, where did they go?

I knew a girl who had it all?

I knew a girl where did she go?

I'm a person just like you

But I've got better things to do

Than sit around and fuck my head

Hang out with the living dead

Snort white shit up my nose

Pass out at the shows

I don't even think about Speed

That's something I just don't need



I've got the straight edge



I'm a person just like you

But I've got better things to do

Than sit around and smoke dope

'Cause I know I can cope

Laugh at the thought of eating ludes

Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue

Always gonna keep in touch

Never want to use a crutch



I've got the straight edge

(Lyrics by Ian McKaye of Minor Threat)

Liza's had enough of men
She said she won't get burned again
She said they don't know how to fuck
Her last boyfriend's a schmuck
Shared with her a nice disease
He kept her passive on her knees
Til one day she took his car
And drove into the city
Liza had put down a few
When she met this girl named Lou
Who convinced her to go home with her
She said, "My name's Louise
Now will you take off your clothes please?
I want to take you to the moon and back
So get on your back."
With a flick of the tongue
She made her scream
She made her laugh
She made her dance
She was happy for the first time
And you know she wanted more
Now with her legs spread wider
She needed to have Louise inside her
She said, "I'll never forget the first time
You kissed me, now I want you to fist me."
Louise didn't need a second invitation
She knew just what to do
Yeah, she knew just what to do
Liza had cum a few times before
But she had never even seen the door
Into the world of pleasures of the flesh
She felt just like 16
And her life before now was a dream
Or even a nightmare thats over and done
Just like warm healing rays
Shining from the sun
She made her scream
She made her laugh
She made her dance
She was happy for the first time
And you know she wanted more
You know she wanted more
You know she wanted more

Endless evenings of non-exist

Are getting shorter, monotonous

Like an intruder, I belong outside

Although I find myself right back

The same place I was before

Saying things I'd say once more

There's no reason for me to be here, no

I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends

Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about

This dialogue is without

Worth, content, significance

Conversational ambivalence

Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right

I'm not the one to hold the bag

Give me something I can sink my teeth into

Show me a time, tell me a story

That I haven't heard a million times before

I pass out from boredom

As I watch the people pass

I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating

Are we all living for the past, never realizing

We're clinging to an empty bag

Lacking content, significance

Conversational ambivalence

Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right

We'll see who's left holding the bag

One more time for Ho Jo, you know I can't wait

Another wasted line

I'm sittin' in the corner, I can feel the weight

Of my head on top of my spine

There's nothing to be scared of once you've

Seen the the light, reflecting through the screen

A eudaemonistic life composed of tar and nicotine

You know it, You know it, You know it

'Cause you've seen it, now you believe it

You know it because it seems so real

You know it because you've seen it, now you believe it

You know it because it seems so real

It seems so real, It seems so real, It seems so real

Sit back and relax and do nothin',na,na,na,na

You'll laugh, then you'll cry, then you'll feel nothin',na,na,na,na

Implanted images of morality

Images of life, they seem so real

One more time for Ho Jo, what does it mean?

I'm not sure I know, while looking for somebody

Deep inside a dream, my sunshine turns to snow

Now it's blowin' inside, I don't feel the cold

Yet I'm frozen to my seat

My eyes have seen the truth

And still my mind admits defeat

Open your self, let me inside
Open your arms, I have nowhere
To go, so let me in to you
I need to be where nothing can hurt me
Open your legs, to let me crawl
Inside of you, I need to be
Inside your womb, So take me home
Inside of you, envelope me, I'm home
I wanna be your baby
Bringin' me down
Bringin' me down
Open your lips and take me in
I need to be inside within
Let me become a part of you
Let me inside of you, swallow me whole
I want to know the things you hide
I want to feel the things you feel
I want to breath the air you breathe
I want to live inside of you, take me
Bringin' me down
Bringin' me down
I wanna be your baby
Bringin' me down
Bringin' me down
Let me live inside

A blackened wick is what remains

The flame was blown out just recently

Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick

It won't be lit again, the day won't be so bright

We don't know what she may have been

All we know is what she left behind

An apartment cluttered with children's toys,

Photos of good times

In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows

There's a four poster bed for a reason

There's a box on the floor full of secrets

It won't be opened

Here older boys and girls would play

All inhibitions were left behind

As the door would close, her face began to shine

This was her finest hour, this was her finest time

Now, she's gone, and it's not gonna be alright, not for me

She's gone, but not forgotten, she's still here

In all those years she touched so many lives

Who's gonna watch the little girl she left behind?

Carol Anne stands alone in the school yard

All the other children have gone

After waiting for hours,

She can't understand why her mother left her sad

In the darkness she sees definition

In the silence, she hears someone calling

After nightmares, she lies in bed screaming

But there's no reaction

There's no one listening, there's no one

Now, she's gone, and it's never gonna be alright, not for me,

She's gone

Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek

And woke up with Bo Diddley?

Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek

And woke up with Bo Diddley?

You got so loaded, you thought that she

Was the most beautiful gal that you ever did see

Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo derek

And woke up with Bo Diddley?

Woke up in the morning, to your surprise

A couple melons in tube socks,

And buggley eyes

Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek

And woke up with Bo Diddley?