Stereopathetic Soulmanure lyrics

Big pain burnin' now
Givin' me a cow
What you seem to be saying
Is you're patiently waiting
Like an ashtray for the butt

Well I'm puttin' it down
When you're not picking it up
When I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny

Fat chance glued to the wall
Like a centerfold
Of an old cannonball
Will you put me inside
Your tv tonight

I got a room down in Hollywood
Rent was cheap
It was this rooming house
There was an old man who lived in the room next to me
We shared a bathroom in the hall
Stare at me through a crack in the door
Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
Started bangin' on the wall with a boot
Then he came out, started banging on my door
Kicked it open

Watch out son, I got a tasergun

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine[?]

I stumble in the night
Never really knew what it would've been like
You're no longer there to break my fall
The heartache over you
I'd give it everything but I couldn't live through
I never saw the signs
You're the last to know when love is blind

All the tears and the turbulent years
When I would not wait for no-one
Didn't stop and take a look at myself
And see me losing you

I got a room down in Hollywood
Rent was cheap
It was this rooming house
There was an old man who lived in the room next to me
We shared a bathroom in the hall
Stare at me through a crack in the door
Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
Started bangin' on the wall with a boot
Then he came out, started banging on my door
Kicked it open

Watch out son, I got a tasergun

Stereopathetic Soulmanure version

I thought I heard a chainsaw
Rather late last night
I woke this morning
And I knew I was right

I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues

I knew we were in trouble
I knew she lost her head
When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed

I got the cut-in-half blues

You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent

This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like a steak

It's August 6th, 1982.
And uh, we were jammin' over at the house.
My pants caught on fire.
We were smokin' a lotta... whiskey, and uh, chicken.
And uh, got some food and...
I got some food and came home and got a call, uh...
No wait, I got some calls then, uh, came home, then I got some food.
Came home, got some food and then :::cough::: got some calls, uh...

I'm an alien from another sphere. The thing I like about the earth is the range of colors. Fantastic to mundane. Brilliant to dull. As I was penetrating the ozone, I perchanced to notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the... the ocean. I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me in my spaceship.

All around a water tank
Just a-waitin' for a train

Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy can I get a little echo on this?
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy
Ozzy

What does it mean?
The fire is green
The demons just came through the window

Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy

Big-league man
The future looks dim
Using )???) forever

Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy! You're the man

Plastic donut, can of spam
There's no kindness in this land
Better not let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer

Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear

Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine

Big pain burnin' now
Givin' me a cow
What you seem to be saying
Is you're patiently waiting
Like an ashtray for the butt

Well I'm puttin' it down
When you're not picking it up
When I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny

Fat chance glued to the wall
Like a centerfold
Of an old cannonball
Will you put me inside
Your tv tonight

big pain
burnin' down
givin' me a cow
what you seem to be saying
is you're patiently waiting
like an ashtray for the butt

well I'm puttin' it down
but you're not pickin' it up
well I'm puttin' it down
but you treat me like a clown
and I don't wanna be funny

fat chance
glued to the wall
like a centerfold
of an old cannonball
will you put me inside
your tv tonight

Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Let the desert wind
Cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead

These day I barely get by
I don’t even try

It’s a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There’s distant lights
But here they’re far and few
And the sun don’t shine
Even when its day

I thought I heard a chainsaw
rather late last night
I woke this mornin' and I knew I was right
I got the cut-in-half blues

well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues

I knew we were in trouble
I knew she lost her head
when she started bringin' all those power tools to bed
I got the cut-in-half blues

well the last thing I saw was the big long saw

You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent

This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like a steak

Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy...(can I get a little echo on this?)
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy

What does it mean?
The fire is green
The demons just came through the window

Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy

Big-league man
The future looks dim
Using [???] forever

Ozzy Ozzy Ozzy
Ozzy! You're the man!

Stereopathetic Soulmanure version

I thought I heard a chainsaw
Rather late last night
I woke this morning
And I knew I was right

I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues

I knew we were in trouble
I knew she lost her head
When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed

I got the cut-in-half blues

Satan gave me a taco and it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw and the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid and the beans were so hard
I was gettin' kinda dizzy eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce an' I ate every one
An' after I was done the salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla got stuck in my throat

Today's, uh, August 4th, 1982.

I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with.
There was a Weed-Wacker...we stole two of them.

A cop car was on fire.

My friend Scott, he was running and he, uh, slipped on a Twinkie.

And his nose was covered with blood...

The security helicopter shot a spotlight...

Somebody pulled their pants d...

I got a room down in Hollywood
rent was cheap
it was this rooming house
there was an old man who lived in the room next to me
we shared a bathroom in the hall
stare at me through a crack in the door
day I moved in I was playin' my guitar
started bangin' on the wall with a boot
then he came out, started banging on my door
kicked it open

watch out son, I got a tasergun

you came, you went
my mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
'cause all my cash was lent

this town is filled
with thousand-dollar-bills
laminated songs
contaminated lawns
well we eat about fifteen times a day
starin' through a bag of frito-lay
and I play with the fire in the stove
when my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

well it's real and it's fake
and it's flamin' like a steak

"Stuck out here sayin' they shot my mule and burned my wagon.
Ran out of sourdough two days ago, Ain't got no more lard.
God bless all ya folks."