Our Only Weapon
Read the paper, things look grim
Watch the news, the outlook's dim
It's clear to see that there is something wrong
Could be that we don't change a lot
But we should give it our best shot
Our only weapon is a song
Maybe we're being too naive
But this is something we believe
What's beyond belief is just how much is wrong
Nothing is gained when people fight
Maybe our heads aren't screwed on tight
Our only weapon is a song
We're not building bombs or storing ammunition
We're just playing songs hoping people will listen
Others try hate but hate won't move anything
We're trying love and unity too
We're not packing pistols, we're not waging war
Most of our missiles have only four chords
It's not a great plan but we like the agenda
The arsenal's music and the army's our friend
Could be our idea isn't great
Maybe our heads aren't screwed on straight
We might be wrong and maybe nothing's wrong
And we might never win the war
But we'll have fun and that's for sure
Our only weapon is a song
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Last Dead Mouse
Step right up, gather round
Greatest salesman in town
Selling something seldom sold
Step up, step up, step up behold
Dead mice for sale, they're going fast
Like hell...Last dead mouse now don't be shy
There's never been a better time to buy
Last dead mouse but I'll get more
I'm a businessman and an entrepreneur
Folks say I'm nuts, they can say what they please
You've got to be crazy with prices like these
No overhead so I can keep down the cost
I make my own hours 'cause I'm my own boss
I believe in my product, I love what I sell
Last dead mouse well that's why I yell
Step right up, ladies and gents
Last dead mouse costs fifty cents
It's a steal at any price
Going once, going once, going once, going twice
Half a buck, last in stock
Be the first one on your block
No need to walk, no need to feed
Satisfaction guaranteed
Nice and easy now, nice and easy now, nice and
easy now
Last dead mouse
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Don't Know How To Party
I've heard all the stories
The failures and glories I haven't had either
Boast and toast I'm the best and I'm a mess
I know I'm not neither
Thought I was down as far as any man could go
Thought my highs were giant size
I know now that's not so
I know you heard, know you heard, know you heard
Don't believe a word, not a word, one word
It's been overblown, the truth should be known
Til now I couldn't see
Put my cards on the table while I'm still able
I guess I really don't know how to party
It's blown out of whack, the truth is what's lacking
Til now I couldn't see
The long and the short I'd like to report
I guess I really don't know how to party
Really don't by any shape or form
Whether straight up in the sunshine
Or passed out in a storm
Don't know how but now I know I don't
Will it help me out?
No, it probably won't
Ten nine ain't no hero
Number one at bad behavior
Five, four, three, two, what? not zero
Don't go counting on a savior
I was playing it safe when I'd fall on my face
Entertainment was what I was after
Harmless fun, no damage done
I was out and about for the laughter
Thought I was something really something no one
was gonna touch
Ace in the place, kingpin of sin I didn't know
too much
Don't believe everything you've heard
Don't believe a solitary word
It's been overblown, the truth should be known
Til now I couldn't see
Put my cards on the table while I'm still able
I guess I really don't know how to party
Really don't by any shape or form
Whether straight up in the sunshine
Or passed out in a storm
Don't know how but now I know I don't
Will it help me out, no it probably won't
I don't have a notion and I don't have a clue
An iota or an inkling where to start or what to
do
The foggiest, the faintest, the slightest I ain't
got
Will it help me out? Nah, probably not
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Someday I Suppose
There was a place and the name of the place escapes
me
When I can't remember it irritates me
Could be I can't remember could be I choose to
not
Let's move along the song and try to find the
plot
There was a girl and I don't know her name either
She gave me love and I said I'd never leave her
If I did I'd come back someday and find her
Maybe I will I should write down a reminder
One day! one day who knows?
Someday! someday I suppose
There was a verse that I was gonna write
I haven't yet but there's still a chance I might
An open book that I still want to close
I'll find the time someday I suppose
A place and time, I wanna be and spend a storyline
That's happy in the end
Plans are made with promises so certainly uncertain
I can't wait to set things straight before they
close the curtain
One day! one day who knows?
Someday! someday I suppose
The more I sort it out the more it gets distorted
I sort of think I'm better off just leaving it
unsorted
The more I try to change its course the more off
course it goes
Of course I'll reach my destination someday I
suppose
Sort it out, get distorted one day who knows
Hide behind, unreported someday I suppose
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A Man Without
How did this could this come to this?
Helpless heartless loneliness
A hand held out hope someone gives
I'm a man without a place to live
A man without a place to go
And it just might be my fault I know
Won't hold you up or bag your eyes
But I'm a man please realize
How did this could this come to this?
Helpless heartless loneliness
Heartless, had a heart just yesterday
Helpless didn't used to be this way
Homeless, that's the worst part of it all
Fuck this, what I scream at every wall
Are my screams being ignored
I'm screaming can you help me Lord
No one hears a man like me
It's easier if they don't see
So let's all just pretend to feel
And make believe that I'm not real
Help is what I'm screaming for
Help me please don't just ignore
It's come to this helpless heartless loneliness
Hand held out, hope someone gives
I'm a man without a place to live
A man without a place to go
And it just might be my fault I know
Won't hold you up or bag your eyes
But I'm a man please realize
How did this could this come to this...
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Holy Smoke
You made your bed, that's where you'll lie
No pearly gates when you die
We tried to teach, you didn't learn
You're going down, you're gonna burn
Fast at passing judgement and your quick to cast
a stone
Hypocrite talking shit, leave me alone
Thump the book and twist the word you're setting
sinners straight
Point your finger, wag your tongue then pass around
the plate
I've made my bed that's where I'll lie
Won't see those gates when I die
And I've been told I'll never learn
I'm going down I'm gonna...
Screaming demons all hell broke loose and other
dark remarks
You say that's Satan's waiting for me but I don't
give a fuck
If words and music tick you off then you're the
one that's sick
But I think its fucking followers that really
make you click
As far as I can tell I'm going to hell
As far I know its where I'm gonna go
As far as I can tell I'm going to hell
As far as I can see, you're coming with me
You made your bed that's where you'll lie
No pearly gates when you die
We tried to teach, you didn't learn
You're going down, you're gonna burn
Holy smoke! is this a joke?
I mean man you're on the move
Shut 'em up and shut 'em down if you don't approve
Cuss and curse and stuff your purse
And tell me where I'm goin'
Holy cow, man, don't stop now, man
Your bank account is growin'
Thank God I've got a place to sleep
Why should I worry now or cry
You know I'm really not concerned
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Illegal Left
Illegal left on Sunday morning
On the corner I was warning
Waving widly, wildy warning
Don't take that turn on Sunday morning
A motorcycle cop was waiting
He had to fill his ticket book
On his nerves I was grating
Illegal left that no one took
Maybe I should mind my own
Maybe it's not my concern
But somewhere someone's suffering
And this is an illegal turn
Sunday morning not too far
Someone's taking someone's car
someone's taking someone out
Someone needs you now, no doubt
He told me I should move along
I said, "You've got the whole thing wrong."
I'll stay here, I've got the time
And you can deal with real crime
He didn't like what I was saying
Not at all no not one bit
I didn't see the point in staying
It was fun though I'll admit
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Tin Soldiers
He joined up to get a job, to show he wasn't scared
All wrapped up in that army crowd, he thought
he'd be prepared
Well at the age of seventeen, he was forced to
choose
Now at the age of twenty-one, he's in Catch 22
GO!
He joined up for just three years, it seemed a
small amount
But what they didn't tell him was the first two
didn't count
At the age of seventeen, how was he to know
That at the age of twenty-one he'd still have
more to go?
Tin soldier!
He signed away his name
Tin soldier!
No chance of cash or fame.
Tin soldier!
Well now he knows the truth!
Tin soldier!
He signed away his youth
He joined up 'cause dad knew right, to do right
by his son
Well now he hates and he counts the days that
mark time on square one
At the age of seventeen he did what he was told
Now at the age of twenty-one, tin still won't
turn to gold!
About Face To the left, right, left right left,
To the left, left, left right left...
He thought the age of seventeen he'd fall in line
too soon
Now at the age of twenty-one he still marches
two by two
One-two-three-four
One-two-three-four One-two-three-four ONE-TWO-THREE-GO!
What is he fighting for?
A fucking war?
Tin soldier! Tin soldier!
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Almost Anything Goes
4:30 in the morning I'm tattered, tired and torn
Trying to keep up with the pace
This ain't my home, and it ain't my place
The candle keeps on burning at this point there's
no returning
The policy is clear, anything goes when you are
here
Almost anything goes
From the night clubs to the shows
Almost anything goes
From the haircuts to the clothes
Almost anything goes
From your head down to your toes
Almost anything goes
Does this place ever close?
I wanna wake up in a city that likes to go to bed
Where they know what time of day it is but I'm
stuck here instead.
Now every rule is disregarded
So I'd hope we all get started moving at that
hyperspeed
This city seems to need
Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here
I stay on my toes whenever I go by here
Nice place to visit but I don't wanna die here
I stay on my toes whenever I go by here
I was killing all my money, spending brain cells
just as fast
So I'll grab a taxi cab and head somewhere where
I can crash
Port authority driver, home's my destination
Don't noone wake me up til we're near Park Street
Station
There's this electric lure that's so attractive
But I'd rather hang my hat on a hook that's not
so active
I was walking on the wild side, I was in that
state of mind
The neon lights were bright but I'll be leaving
them behind
Big city of dreams can be a nightmare
A knife, a fork a bottle, a cork I'm outta here
I'm outta here
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Issachar
Where's the wizzler, where's the corn?
Get jacuzzi on the horn
Issachar! Issachar!
Whatever happened to the mob? Issachar!
He had to quit and get a job. Issachar!
Road manager, security, Issachar!
Hangin' shirts and makin' tea. Issachar!
Where's the wizzler, where's the corn? Issachar!
Near the elevator, is there porn? Issachar!
What a man gotta deal wit! Issachar!
My head's not orange, cut the shit! Issachar!
Jack, Jack ca mi sey Jack Flanagan.
Mi a go tell a likkie storie bout mi good bredren
wa go by de name of Jack Flanagan.
It was a long time ago down a C.B.G.B.
Mi look pon mi bredren name Docta Dready.
Mi sey Docta D. who booked dis opening band.
Mon in a 3 piece suit wit guitar ina im hand,
ca mi sey Jack Flanagan.
On the road and on the phone, Issachar!
Roll up the window roll a bone. Issachar!
Rollin' a buck in a forty zone. Issachar!
Now settle up and head for home. Issachar!
He's Issachar now hear him roar Issachar!
When he's lost his temper find the door Issachar!
It's almost always good to see him, Issachar!
He's one damn fine human being. Issachar!
Jack Flanagen.
Mi bredren Bosstones dem naw slip dem naw miss
Flanagen im was di Mob guitarist nowadays he manage Reggae artist so when
you wan get pin Micky Dread guest list Jack Flanagen him naw resist Jack
Flanagen, Jack Flanagen, sounds played by the Mighty Mighty Bosstones would
entertain you, yeah, caught me sayin* ?.?.?
Got us 'cross the border, helpin' hand when it
began.
Kept our shit in order my man Jack Flanagen.
In his town he'll hook you up, he'll show you
'round, he'll watch your back.
When we head down we look him up and hang around
with Irish Jack.
Much, much, much respect, in this world it's hard
to find Issachar!
A stand up guy who'll stand behind you if you're
ever in a bind Issachar!
My man Jack he comes to mind Issachar!
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What Was Was Over
Do I really wanna step in here?
I feel like my father at the horse track
When he's down to his last sawbuck
Do I really wanna step in here?
I'm not as sure as I appear
Tell me should we make this move
And if it seems pathetic, pardon me
I'm not as sure as I appear
Thought it over, thought I'd walk over
And over coffee we could chat
But then, then I thought again
Cause what was was over and now I know that
Thought I'd call, we could talk it over
I knew that wouldn't work somehow
What was was over and I should just get over
And that is where I'm at right now
I'm really glad that you are here
What could be could beat what was?
We are is at any rate
Yeah I'm really glad that you are here
And we are is because what was is now was
Pray for rain, it never does
And after all that we've been through
this is gonna have to do
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Seven Thirty Seven/Shoe Glue
Down the street, around the corner
Over the bridge, that dirty water
College campus, mighty minds and a reactor right
behind
Passed the candy factory, Salvation Army
Fire station through the square
I hate that place up the stairs
Next the doors, they never work I never let that
bother me
And I hope some worker's not disgruntled
I hope there's something there for me
An old man reads the paper loudly everyday now
for a year
Stamp machines and wanted posters here again,
again I'm here
Now it's 737 almost everyday!
737 well I want you to say!
737 and everyday!
737 almost everyday!
Nice to know that someone hears us
It's good to know somebody's there
Taking the time to say hello
Taking the time to show you care
Write again and thanks again from the bottom of
my heart
See you soon and till then 737 is a real big part
I've been down the last time, stretchin the finish
line
Shoe glue what can I do?
A man's not well dressed if his shoes are a mess
Rock and Roll I've got a hole right in my sole
Let's rock! It's fucking my walk and soaking my
sock
Who knew? It's not stopping my step or stepping
my stop
We've got it up and we won't let it drop
Beer here, don't wanna see clear
I see no point in wrecking the joint
We're here to quench our thirst a bit
But we won't get the worst of it
Turn it up more than a notch
Like a punch to the face or a kick to the crotch
All night never ender benefiting from a bender
I f nothing's worrying you, that's the key
Cause nothing's worrying me
And nothing's worrying me...
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