(V1) Kicking over mailboxes/ Living little chaoses It's almost prophetic/ How could I forget it? Smoking on thai stick/ See the fuzz, we'll dip Ditch our shit, to the see quick. Sand between your toes/ Baby I'm a rolling stone Baby powder in my nose, I feel so typical. Love is on the road/ Love is in a home Crowbar or a stolen code/ Love is a gun, love is gold (Ch1) Let's ditch this little shore town life, Sick of seeing you ride that little bike. Walk out the subway to bright light. Honey let's go chase that high. (V2) Living young head to gun/ I'm feelin' like I'm on the run I'm feelin' like I might go numb/ I'm feelin' like the chose one. I can tell that I'll never die/ Do I look like the kind of guy Who would tell you a lie/ And did I mention that I am fried? Well I told you I'm a rolling stone/ But did I tell you that I might explode? Winds of change, about to blow/ Look for my wreckage off the bow. (Ch2) Let's ditch this little shore town life, Sick of seeing you ride that little bike. Walk out the subway to bright light. Honey let's go chase that high. (V3) The ocean spit's me out into god's open mouth It's so prophetic, I'll never forget it The high tides pulling me (x2)

(V1) Blow between the sheets/ Red spots on your knees This impala keeps me free/ Undercover pig's a fallacy. It's you and me baby/ Through the tunnel you will see Scumbag fleas in/ A Great Big City (x2) (Pre-Ch1) I had nine lives now three/ Smoking shitty coke and weed Until she crossed my eyes, you used to have me hypnotized Lying about all my means/ No truth since I was q6 You put your trust in me/ Doesn't really matter when you (Ch1) Are gonna make a lot of $ MONEY $ MONEY $ MONEY $ We're gonna make a lot of (V2) Roll between the sheets/ Red spots on your cheek The devil leaves me be/ If I give him what he seeks It's you and me baby/ Through the tunnel you will see Scumbag fleas in/ A Great Big City (x2) (Pre-Ch2) Had a woman now three/ And they're all leavin' me Fresh wounds, they still bleed/ Blows the only friend I need Was finally feeling free/ Now someone's following me Haven't slept a wink in weeks/ Doesn't really matter when you (Ch2) Are gonna make a lot of $ MONEY $ MONEY $ MONEY $ We're gonna make a lot of (V3) The guns are out, guns are out/ With every pop the lights go out Too much money to flaunt about/ They say a week ago I should've ditched town Thugs about and grunts about/ Sirens blaring I hear the sounds A flash in the pan, I flounder a round [dead fish godfather imagery] (Br) I've been hustling my whole life and you better believe it (Ch3) (But it) Doesn't really matter when you Make a lot of $ MONEY $ MONEY $ MONEY $

So serious in your dirty socks, we threw frisbees and killed happy clams on sea rocks. Grandmas saturn sounded like toaster oven in the wasted heat. Mom wants the Italian place, Dad wants pub beer, I wanna play video games. I called you when the garage hushed and the driveway got dark and dumb. “There’s a magic here” said the hippie kid with the dirty jokes. Smoked and smoked. Flushed oxies down the locker room toilet, split. In the shallow side of your finding eyes the small kid shit the pool. And we played it cool. Next year was nigh, the moon in the pond knows why, and the silo like a black pill, blue sky.

(V1) Late night call on my telephone, Who could it be? I don't really know who, but it's you. "Meet me in 23, I got a little treat, for you & me," he said My special friend (Ch) I don't really understand What it means to be human (V2) Pick up the pieces, pick up the pieces, And put them back in my mouth again I'm free And I wish.I can see me. Movin' down to Cribbley's, "1 is 3 and 2 for me," I said My special friend

(V1) Knowing what you're doing/ Can only numb the soul I'm flinging into star mode/ I'm singing 'God Only Knows.' That facing all your actions/ It only numbs the soul In a "breaking-his-guitar mode"/ Going out of control (Ch1) Spinning 'round and 'round Please sit down my friend I'm hearing sounds Hope it never ends Time and time again (V2) Can't control what I'm saying/ Through the microphone Starting to see double/ Might be time to go home But the crowd is always loving it/ I can do no wrong Security's asking for trouble/ Man, throw a dog a bone (Ch2) Spinning 'round and 'round Please sit down my friend I'm hearing sounds Hope it never ends (V3) [Slow-down] God only knows/ What you're singing about My friend, please sit down/ Your routines getting older And you're wasted again/ Fly back to reality now The guards are closing in/ Your act is paper thin The lights have gone out/ In this town

Who is this? What am I? Am I that guy? Looking with sad eyes

(V1) He says I'm leaving the city/ It ain't for me Says I'll go down to the country/ Find somewhere to be All of this life has taken it's toll Bundle of rocks now/ And nowhere to roll What if, you got nowhere to be What if, you're a better man than me What if (Ch1) He's taking his time on the road now (x3) He's taking his time, rolling about (V2) Born under a bad sign/ A design of his time Used to feel guilty/ And guzzle his wine If that's all there's to life, then I'm taking it slow He says we're in this together And there's nowhere to go But what if, you got nowhere to be What if, you lose grip on reality What if, roll to where ya be What if (Ch2) He's taking his time on the road now (x3) He's taking his time, rolling about

The Doctor is in!

(V1) Crawled into my father's bed/ And dug myself a grave The gun heals to my head/ And whispers to my brain Pull that trigger baby/ It's going to be okay Splash my thoughts all across that pretty face (Ch1) You'll never win, I am him, you are them, we are sin. God forgives, yahweh spits, your mind is sick, just get rid of it. And I know that love exists, and I know that I will find it. (V2) Month of August in nothing but sheer lace His hands in my head, blues in his suitcase Chewing dust, stealing face He's alright with me so long's I get a taste (Ch2) I love medicine, ketamin, anacin, methathetaminnn. God forgives, Yahweh spits, your mind is sick, just get rid of it And I know that love exists, and I know that I will find it (Outro) My wounds are licked, the ocean spits

I couldn’t be here without the people i love, the people i hate, the people who hate me, the loose bolt on the bus that held long enough to get the next group of passengers, the check that bounced a month late, the pills, the disgusting things i’ve done and the awful way I’ve always seemed to act, the miracle that a lot of people seem to really get a kick out of it. Its all fun in the sun, its all over.

(V1) The last time that we talked Way south of Weehawk Dew on the sidewalk You made my heart stop My last local memory My folk song was ending All these sad stories I’m fencing To make some heart break (V2)Do you know how far it goes, we spit in the hole, and watched it grow My drug of choice, in better days, look into the void like dog shit in my veins A perfect break, another lapse my love is gone, my love is back. My quilted throne, this old broken machine my metronome, my chemical dream (Ch1) If love was a gun, I’d shoot you son, All this crying is fun, You’re my pretty one. My buddy suicide, I poke him in the eyes, kiss him every night. And everything is right, were just where we are We made it pretty far, outta mind outta sight Ring around my head, hearts take flight, over the fields and on every night. (V3) Desolate, on sunlit days You should know I’m lost in my ways Where we are on this path It goes around, but never comes back Gentleness, rocks to and fro while passions grow, bubbles up from below Feelings come and feelings go the old are dust, but how do you know Feel it in my bones (Ch2) If love was a gun, I’d shoot you son, All this crying is fun, You’re my pretty one. My buddy suicide, I poke him in the eyes, kiss him every night. And everything is right, were just where we are We made it pretty far, outta mind, outta sight Ring around my head, our hearts take flight, over the fields- (Perfect Break) It’s alright I love you