S O N OF R A M S

 

 

Kung Fu god and a peacetime punk
Transition period with the beauty of a jet black lotus
Placeholder follow up, ashtray tourist wanting love
And a drunken master bumming for a lucy, standing on the back of a magga dog bluesman

Heaven sent
Never coming home again

Cartoon head and a full length fur coat
Educated properly, riffing on a dead man’s Les Paul
Through a pink tinted calico window, I am outside looking in
Straight into the mystic killer-diller shindig checking out the ladies doing jelly roll hip twists

Heaven sent
Never coming home again

White light breaks upon my pin-up pose
Still got the taste and the smell, there's no one else
The pilot’s a shiny little blonde with a handcuff and a gun
What a strange station, they took away my yo-yo, leader of a nation, dying to go home

Heaven sent
Never coming home again

 

 

ELO Kiddies, I’m the pinnacle punker
Spandex Samson hunker down under bomb threat

Negative gains, obsolete dreams
Campaign arrays, hustler odyssey machine

Screw City Ambulance...

Screw City felony hazing
Too abused and flat broke to ever split
Jive paychecks, kill switch commando queer

Yippee skip deficit, subliminal dirty pool
Don’t steal, don’t lift, stick hick on a bad trip

Nothing left to say, I’ll be checking out now
Sirens parade, they are racing ‘round

Screw City Ambulance...

 

From a terminal nebula
Call me Demon-Stud Attilla
On a mainline mission for your mind

Drop deadly debutante habit that
Kicks like a strychnine headache
The way they shake it in Babylon
Blow my mind

You’re bent out of shape, Miss Mannequin
Horsewhip the babes of Hollywood
Turn it up, I’m having fun

Alien slave Madonna puking in a bungalow
Elegant chains, erotic casinos

Hey, Lockheed chic fiend
In that M&M bikini
Jackhammer Nazi slut inbreed twin peek guillotine

Charlie don’t surf in plain clothes
Bucktooth berserker allias

Alien slave Madonna puking in a bungalow
Elegant chains, erotic casinos


 

Pretty little Stinger, be my friend
Waist like a single cigarette
Five feet tall
On tipsy toe
Big as she buzzes everybody gotta stare
I believe to my soul my little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead

And when the Stinger comes to dance to my rock 'n' roll
She crawls like a lizard ‘cross the wooden floor
Tangled hair
But she don’t care
Make pretend like it’s a worldwide trend
I believe to my soul my little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead

Buzz awhile...

Sting her then...

She’s a stick-shifted missile screaming down from the sky
I’m her lean sprung cheetah with a crystal mirror mind
She take me home
Break my bones
Bring her back make her do that again
I believe to my soul my little Stinger gonna go till she’s dead



Redlining for my lover
Velveteen triple clutch custom
Dying for a drink of water
Pretty please

Yes, the minute I stepped outdoors
Into the sunlight
Sunglasses fogging up for her
She struck me blind

Temperature's climbing
The needle broke off just now
Chauffeur plays dominoes
Draw the curtains down
I’m mixed up, bloodshot
Chewing bubblegum, baby, you’re fine
Ooh, Redlined

Redlining for my lover
Velveteen triple clutch custom
Dying for a drink of water
Pretty please

Yep, the minute I stepped outdoors
Into the sunlight
Sunglasses fogging up for her
She struck my blindside

 

Illuminati interest alliances
Black handed financial gangs
Paranoid monarchs, data divers
D.C. ghosts keep me free

Twenty four hour carnage
Celebrity death hoax trapeze
It’s been a long time since I voted
D.C. ghosts keep me free

Sideways surfing false headlines
Handmade, small batch, Jingo brides
Austerity misers, smoke ring diamonds, I live in Spyland

Boondoggle trials drag me down
A server-side suicide maze
Witch hunts, phantoms, ephemera
D.C. ghosts keep me free

Sideways surfing false headlines
Handmade, small batch, Jingo brides
Austerity misers, smoke ring diamonds, I live in Spyland

 

Dolled up standing where the shadows pool
Brain dead station, arcade in the back room
Tulsa queen came down with a mouth full of jewelry
We skinny dipped a straight line, we was just passing through it

Crippled badass, U.S. G.I.
Basehead Rider, please send me a sign

Co-Ed’s, heavy meds, an enemy at rest
Pin pricked lame shit all over your neck
A rope-a-dope scam in a gov’t shrine
Here’s hoping you’re all right

Crippled badass, U.S. G.I.
Basehead Rider, please send me a sign

ooh ooh la la la la
ooh ooh la la la la

Jacqueline Kennedy surveys from a silo
Bird dogging sickos on the beaches of Iowa
Derelicts in haystacks, gaping wide eyelids
Set free for a day we chased an old high

Crippled badass, U.S. G.I.
Basehead Rider, please send me a sign

 

I have a fucking headache
My skin is flaky and gray
I depend upon a Siamese screen
Days and weeks, what’s the matter with me?

Where I go
Nobody knows
Leave me alone
Good lord, I’ve got a headache

This is kind purgatory
A new invasion tactic
Right hand can’t say what the left shakes
Singing the blues when the satellite zooms in

Where I go
Nobody knows
Leave me alone
Good lord, I’ve got a headache

They are in search of something
Me, I don’t care about nothing
Whole wide world in HD deception
Hijack the con, better bite my tongue

Where I go
Nobody knows
Leave me alone
Good lord, I’ve got a headache

 


I need a new emotion, ok
A wiki leak for my maggot bit brain
A real love and devotion
I sing to bee stings and jelly bean springs
All my horizons are city skins now
On battle-net bandwidths
Just tell me why does it hurt so good
To represent the Jedi Zipper Kids?

Homeland cop she…
Up and got me…
Check your 6, can’t slip…
Jedi Zipper Kid

The little man made a money coup raining
Drone strikes, acts like it’s natural
I believe he’s a comic book hero with a cap gun
I spit on his statue
Dug out on a pleasure cruise
Gold leaf, dovetail splinter cell
Embassies full of killer dogs and
Phone hacks and choke hold experts

Homeland cop she…
Up and got me…
Check your 6, can’t slip…
Jedi Zipper Kid

Black diamond kamikaze sky
Vacant angel please let me die
Some subterranean manic
Pious crooked agents handshaking scabs and liars
Zipper Kid’s hepatitis nemesis

Taboo tombs, tech heaps
Blessed with gasoline

Homeland cop she…
Up and got me…
Check your 6, can’t slip…
Jedi Zipper Kid

 

Right now freedom’s in doubt
Twin towers caught in a cloud
Fucking Cambridge cannibal Masons
I got one rubber dollar in a thin account

DayGlo Jesus, 8 bit company anthem
Them trampolining girls dig my disease
Pity the peaceniks, tantric hayseeds, suspected
Vampires, propaganda vandals, reptile emcees