Mellow Gold lyrics

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat

(This is song two on the album
This is the album right here
Put on the album)

Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls
Coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure

That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high

I ain't got no inclination
give away my sweet sensation
sleepin in an old toolshed
scumbag cryin' on his pillow

when you wanna be with me, then we will see
who's fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey
fuckin' with my head
hey hey hey hey

found myself in New Orleans
with a scarecrow in my jeans
beat my forehead through the ceilin'
drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah

(One more time..)

I was born in this hotel
Washin' dishes in the sink
Magazines and free soda
Tryin hard not to think

Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn

She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
Comin' back from the convalescent home
...oh...
Starin' at sports cars ... cryin'

Rattlesnake on the ceilin'
Gunpowder on my sleeve

I got a job making money for the man
Throwing chicken in the bucket
With the soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire
In a vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter
Like a bird with no hair
Running through the mini mall in my underwear

I got lost downtown
Couldn't find a ride home
Sun went down I got frozen to the bone
'til a hooker let me share
Her fake fur coat

[ Come on, motherfucker. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!
You lousy puke!
Fuck you!
Why don't you call your mommy
You're a fucking drunk.
Yeah, I'm a fucking drunk...
Come on, motherfucker.
...but you're a lousy lowlife who can't do nothin' for himself.

Acid casualty with a reposessed car
Vietnam vet playin' air guitar

It's just the shit-kickin', speed-takin'

Judge me on the inside
With a finger full of gravy
Wanna get you on the sofa,
Lady, wanna Shake and Bake me
Pocket full of blood
And gotcha on a mound
I'm gonna break my face
On the sweet sunshine
Pocket full of blood
Gotcha on a mound
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil
And get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor

Alcohol on my hands
I got plans
To ditch myself and get outside
Dancing women
Throwing plates
Decapitating their laughing dates
Swirling chickens caught in flight
Out of focus
Much too bright
Coming down
Shiny teeth
Game show suckers trying to bleed
But I got a drug and I got the bug
And I got something better than love

How you like me now
Pretty good
Going on,feeling strong

Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the towel
And the women all runnin' around

Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longin' for the pines

Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinkin' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove

On the train they cannot feel
Lost my head beneath the wheel
Now she steals my body home

The trees are fake, the air is dead

She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

She's a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody

It's a new age let-down in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space

Yo homey don't play that game
Hey mr. asshole
What you dirty asshole
Sitting in your castle
Judging everyone
You're acting like it's chill
When the deal's getting ill
Why don't you break your face or mine

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Total paranoia
Trying to annoy you
Everything I do

Windy
Windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be
Gotta be
Running out of lightbulbs
Crowded
Crowded
Open to a wastecan
Yellow car
Yellow car
Better be inside there
Wake up
Wake up
Nothing's gonna harm you
Glass wall
Glass wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy
Little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching
Watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids
Stranger
stranger
Feeling like a broken stone

I ain't got no inclination to give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping in an old toolshed, scumbag cryin' on his pillow
When you want to be with me then we will see who's fucking with my head
Hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey

Found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceiling, drank my coffee with a hubcap yeah!