@ALBUM: Metaphysical Graffiti Artist: The Dead Milkmen 1990 Enigma Records All selections by the Dead Milkmen. ------------------------------------------ @SONG: Beige Sunshine Cheese is the one thing that's Indestructable How much of your Blue Cross Is deductable? Open your eyes to a wicked Surprise You'll lose your mind if you Just step inside They say even Bambi was Corruptible The flu's coming, yes are you Susceptible? If only traces of lead were Detectable Open your brain to a new kind of pain Just step inside and we'll all Go insane Please put your thoughts Inside a receptacle You are not one of us Your pipes are leaking You are an ocelot What are you seeking? Baboons They say say are quite interesting Ships without rudders aren't wort commanding Open your skull to a world that is dull You'll find it all when you shop at the mall People like you are not worth reprimanding I think you need some help I think you're way off course Maybe you need a little breather You should get down off your horse Look up into the sky Try to catch your racing thoughts Before they burn up in the sun Take a walk Sit in your walking chair and breathe... Welcome to your head Tripping on Wonder Bread Peer into the edge of time See the endless light Realize there is no time There is only light Feel the heat of the moment Feel the heat of the now Feel the heat of the beige sunshine In the back of your mind, and breathe... --------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Do the Brown Nose If you want that job What ya gonna do? (Gonna brown nose, gonna brown nose) Here comes your rich uncle Bob What ya gonna do? (Gonna brown nose, gonna brown nose) If you get stopped by the man What ya gonna do? (Gonna brown nose, gonna brown nose) Record company wants to sign your band What ya gonna do? (Gonna brown nose, gonna brown nose) CHORUS Bend your knees Move your head like this Pucker them lips Give dat butt a kiss Askin' for some green Now whatcha gonna do? (Gonna brown nose, gonna brown nose) Boss is really mean Now whatcha gonna do? (Gonna brown nose, gonna brown nose) Wanna impress yo girlfriend's father Now whatcha gonna do? (Gonna brown nose, gonna brown nose) Owe some money to yo brother Now whatcha gonna do? (Gonna brown nose, gonna brown nose) CHORUS -------------------------------------------- @SONG: Methodist Coloring Book You've got a Methodist coloring book And you color really well But don't color outside the lines Or God will send you to hell 'Cause God hates war And God hates crime But He really hates people Who color outside the lines You've got a Methodist coloring book Don't color outside the lines 'Cause if God doesn't strike you with lightning He'll at least make you go blind Good people get sent to the attic Bad people will roast in the cellar But there's a special kind of hell For those who just won't learn to color God is gracious, God is good Let us color in his book God wears cotton, God wears rayon He can mend a broken crayon God is honest, He don't take payola Let's all thank him for our Crayolas You've got a Methodist coloring book... -------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Part 3 I saw you naked and you were chasing a pig So I led the police to your house and showed 'em where to dig You thought you could live in peace But I saw you naked and I called the police I saw you naked and I saw the terrible things you did I saw you naked and you know it made me sick, I saw you naked you were camping with scouts I know they earned some merit badges when the lights went out How could you touch those children? I saw you naked and you were holding a trout! ------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: I Tripped Over the Ottoman They calal me Robert Petry and I live in New Rochelle With my wife Laura and son Richie but now My life's a living hell cause CHORUS I tripped over the ottoman One too many times I tripped over the ottoman Until I lost my MIIIIIIIIIIND I was head writer for Alan Brady Maybe you've seen his show It's now funny and it makes my ears bleed This week's guest star isn't Danny Thomas Our special guest star is Death! Once I laughed at Buddy's jokes but Now my life's a living hell, 'cause... CHORUS Marey Amsterdam can make a sane man crazy Morey Amsterdam can make a nice guy kill Morey Amsterdam can make a sane man crazy Morey Amsterdam can make a nice guy kill What did you bring me Daddy? What did you bring me Daddy? What did you bring me Daddy? WELL, I BROUGHT YOU DEATH! -------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: The Big Sleazy It's a long way to Anchorage But that's where I7ll go with you We'll travel so far, dear To escape that morning zoo I hate MMR I hate YSP I do not like the Grateful Dead So just don't talk to me I hate MMR I hate YSP You know that classic rock Does not interest me People are getting angry Maybe just they should Cause some of us can still remember Back when XPN was good Peeling's woo woo woo peelings I hate what they done to XPN Those folk Nazis ruined my favorite station I hate what they done to XPN If you hear it now it's just a pale immitation Well it's brunch with the Beatles A tribute to Billy Joel Four hours of Doobie Brothers And they call that rock and roll ------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: If You Love Somebody, Set Them on Fire You know that it would be untrue You know that I would be a liar If I were to say to you I didn't set your house on fire But it's just the way I am You'll have to take it for a fact Life can really burn you up When you're a pyromaniac CHORUS If you love somebody Better set them on fire I went to your house last night Your dad called me the human torch Got a little pissed at him so I burned down your front porch Now I feel a little bad About pouring gas on your dad But you know it's hard to quit And besides he started it CHORUS I just bought a brand new lighter And I cannot wait to use it Oily rags are special things You know to me they're diamond rings Maybe we can have some fun Maybe we can burn someone CHORUS ---------------------------------------------- @SONG: Dollar Signs in Her Eyes She's been tripping over the flowers in her garden The weeds are growing high She dropped her laundry off at school And hung her children on the clothesline to dry She's throwing trash in her simming pool She's pouring chlorine on her lawn You might think she needs a pair of glasses But, no, my friend you're wrong She cannot see the beauty in a tree Or in the life that it supplies This should not strike you as a mystery For she has dollar signs in her eyes She's crashing her car in an intersection She did not see the light She's walking round and round in a shopping mall As if she had no sight Dreams are only clouds That form and dissipate The sky is a highway for metal birds And land is real estate She does not understand her world depends Upon a history of lies She walks right by all her old high school friends For she has dollar signs in her eyes -------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: In Praise of Sha Na Na Sha Na Na were the kings of Woodstock You know it's true deep in your heart Greasy guys in gold lamae If only Hendrix had been so smart Pete Townshend wouldn't be so deaf If he had followed Sha Na Na's advice and played some fifties do-wop songs That even your mom would think are nice Keith and Janis went away But Sha Na Na are here to stay I don't care about Joan Baez But Sha Na Na can wear my fez Sha Na Na were the kings of the sixties Deep in your heart you know it's true All those lids are Berkley dressed like Bowser They didn't like the Stones or the Who Sha Na Na didn't need no flower power They didn't drive a yellow submarine But they were the ones who called the shots Yeah, Sha Na na really made the scene Sha Na Na..killed Kennedy Sha Na Na..stabbed that guy at Altamont Sha Na Na..started the Peace Corps Sha Na Na..were the first astronauts Sha Na Na..grew organic food Sha Na Na..led student sit-ins Sha Na Na..joined the Black Panthers Sha Na Na..never seemed to fit in You can move to Montana and listen to Santana But you still won't be as cool as Sha Na Na ------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Epic Tales of Adventure There's an old lady who washes her clothes In the same laundromat as me She told me of her son And some shoes that hurt his feet Mean little nails rose up in a bunch And plunged into his soles Filling his dirty socks with tiny bloody holes. There's an old man who says that he came >From the same town as my dad He told me of his house and why it smelled so bad Small furry creatures had crawled in the spaces In between the walls They died and they decayed And I guess that's really all Dead little creatures mean the end of the world There was a man who told me a story about a conspiracy He told me how it started And what it meant to me Doctors and lawyers and bankers and priests are Controlled by UFO's It's doctors and lawyers and the end of the world Small furry creatures mean the end of the world It's creatures and shoes and the end of the world There's an old lady who washes her clothes In the same laundromat as me She told me of her son and some shoes --------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: I Hate You, I Love You What am I gonna do When I get next to you Wanna hold you close to me But you bring me misery CHORUS I hate you, but I love you Let's go to see a show Where to well I don't know Will you make up your mind Or are you gonna waste my time CHORUS Look back to the days we met Were times better I forget You acted different then I thought you were a friend CHORUS --------------------------------- @SONG: Now Everybody's Me Everybody hates Edie Brickell All my favorite shows are on TV All the restaurants serve my favorite food 'Cause now everybody's me Now my apartment's really crowded 'Cause I live there and I'm everybody Everybody's sleeping with my girl But, hey, everybody's me CHORUS Now everybody's me Now everybody's me Now everybody's me Now everybody's me Everybody's watching "Married with Children" Everybody's into beastiality The stores stopped selling Amstel Light 'Cause now everybody's me Everybody loves Charles Manson Everybody wants to set him free Everybody's on the parole board 'Cause now everybody's me CHORUS I had to put an end to war It didn't make a lot of sense to shoot at myself No moe Christians, Jews, Muslims or Amway Salesmen Just a whole planet of TV addicts They had to lower all the basketball nets 'Cause everybody's only 5 foot 3 And everybody likes to dress like a monkey 'Cause now everybody's me --------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Little Man in My Head There's a little man in my head And he's drunk all of the time He sits there on a bench Holding a monkey wrench Sometimes he beats it up against my mind There's a little man in my head I don't think he likes it there I do bad things but it's his fault And he knows he can't get caught That little man he just don't play fair There's a little man in my head And he must have lived in someone else's head before 'Cause I was born in '63 And he's only been there since '74 There's a little man in my head And I don't think he understands me We've got no common ground On which to work around He gets so bored when I watch TV There's a little man in my head And I don't think that he'll ever die When he takes crontrol he really takes his toll It's enough to make a grown man cry There's a little man in my head And I wish he'd find another home There's a little man in my head And now I'll never be alone ------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Anderson, Walkman, Buttholes and How! We've got to get together And we've got to save the snails Let's board the purple spaceships Before they set sail I want a Yes reunion And you know I want one now No more Anderson, Walkman, Buttholes and How! Listening to the opera And smoking angels' dust You can't get more fucking Progressive than us... ------------------------------------------------------------ GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Eric Wincentsen "Greetings from the Humungous- 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu The Lord Humungous!" Glendale Community College, -The Road Warrior Glendale, Arizona ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ALL THE WAY IN '93!!!!