1. Where Are They Now?
2. Everyone Alive
3. California Songs
4. Dick Jones
5. Money On The Dresser
6. P.J. Soles
7. How’s The Weather Down There?
8. Buffalo Trace
9. Heaven On The Way Down
10. Hey, Rita
11. Heavy Metal Bakesale
12. Mellowed
13. That’s What They All Say
14. Halycon Days (Where Were You Then?)

Where Are They Now?

You’re never
You’re never
You’re never
You’re never gonna get it
Yeah

Everyone Alive

I say hey, hello, Mom and Dad
Are things great, okay, or just plain bad?
Are you alive? Is everyone alive?
Oh yeah, well me? I guess I’m doin’ fine
I don’t know why you think I would be lyin’
I’m alive, Like everyone’s alive
Is anyone alive?
I’m all right, I’m just fine
I’m alive, I’m all right
Everyone alive (everyone everyone)
Everyone alive(everyone everyone)
Everyone alive(everyone everyone)
Everyone…is alive, alive

Oh, honey, hey, hello how was your day?
Work is work – don’t know any other way
But I’m alive, Like everyone’s alive
It’s just a day to day that I seek
I gotta find a way to the end of the week
Make it alive, Like everyone alive
Like everyone alive
I’m all right, I’m just fine
I’m alive, I’m all right
Everyone alive (everyone everyone)
Everyone alive(everyone everyone)
Everyone alive(everyone everyone)
Everyone…is alive, alive
All Right, Lets Go
I’m all right, I’m just fine
I’m alive, I’m all right
Everyone alive (everyone everyone)
Everyone alive(everyone everyone)
Everyone alive(everyone everyone)
Everyone…is alive, alive

California Songs

Well I got your late night call
You’re in the center of it all
You’re havin’ a ball
And your really doin’ fine
A west coast time
And I believe you
But here’s one for the coast
The people with the most
The pretty, pretty folks
The west coast folks
Yeah here’s one for the coast
The people with the most
The pretty, pretty folks
The west coast folks
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
There’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And fuck New York too
Yeah your heaven is a lie
Just more shit that I don’t buy
Well they’re headin’ for the coast
They’re movin’ out in droves
Sendin’ back reports on the radio
The message is the same
It’s getting pretty lame
California dreamin’s on the radio
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
There’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
But there’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And fuck New York too
Alright (x’s 9)
Here’s one for the coast
YEAH
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
There’s nothing left to say
Please no more California songs
And here we go again
It’s never gonna end
We’re all so sick of California songs
Yeah we know you love L.A.
There’s nothing left to say
Please no more
California songs (x’s
5)
And fuck New York too

Dick Jones

you’re sidetracked with nothing to show
you’re friends with people
that you dont even know
you’re stuck in places that you would never go
if you could choose
you’re on a level that you’ve never sunk to
you’re in a middle that
there’s no getting through
you’re over and you’ll be thirty-two
you were born to lose
it’s chemical
logical
left foot, right foot
you got it
walk away, and fast
turn around and leave them behind
you’re on your fifth drink
with no buzz in sight
and that asshole hasn’t shut up all night
you wanna tell yourself that you’ll be alright
but who would you fool?

Money On The Dresser

The zoso no shows
The yin and the yang
The stepped on nose blow
The cheap easy bang
They’re pimping you out
Fall out of line
They’ll take you out from the tower
They’ll turn on the juice
And then they’ll turn on the power
Yeah, they’re pimping you out

P.J. Soles

I think of P.J. Soles
And wonder where you are
I’ll never see you anymore
Where do you think they go?
All the Fallen Stars
Heaven doesnt know you like I do
see you- bleed through
the gauzey haze I sink into
I think of you like P.J. Soles
I was your biggest fan
You seemed to understand
They’ll never see you like I do
I guess it’s like they said
That it was all just built up in my head
But you’re still so real to me
If fine- this time
To me it makes no nevermind
But you know I keep you close
Yearbook- it took
Just one thousand tearstained looks
I think of you like P.J. Soles
And if I do think of you
It’s only in the darkest
place inside of me
You should know- I think of
you like P.J. Soles
See you- bleed through
The gauzey haze I sink into
Phone call- fuck all
You’r just one part of my free fall
This part of me will never close
And when I do think of you
It’s only in the darkest
place inside of me
You should know- I think of
you like P.J. Soles
P.J. Soles

How’s The Weather Down There?

Take the things you want, but leave everything you
need. But you better take heed, you won’t get to
see me bleed. I can always change, but you’ll
always be the same. It’s such a crying shame, But
someone should take the blame.
And if you go home with another tough guy, I don’t
want to hear you cry, how you can’t look him in
the eye. And if you go home with another tough
guy, I don’t want to hear you cry, I won’t help
you say goodbye. If you wanna live, if you wanna
live, if you wanna live i can help you out with
that If you wanna live, if you wanna live, if you
wanna live i can help you out with that i know i’m
being mean and i know i’ll play it rough and i
know you’ve had it tough, but i think i’ve had
enough i was unaware of you ever playing fair, and
i really dont care how’s the weatrher down there
And if you go home with another tough guy, I don’t
want to hear you cry, how you can’t look him in
the eye. And if you go home with another tough
guy, I don’t want to hear you cry, theres no more
of you and I If you wanna live, if you wanna live,
if you wanna live i can help you out with that If
you wanna live, if you wanna live, if you wanna
live i can help you out with that If you wanna
live, if you wanna live, if you wanna live i can
help you out with that If you wanna live, if you
wanna live, if you wanna live i can help you out
with that
and if you go home with another tough guy, another
tough guy who’s just a little too high and if you
go home with another tough guy, i dont wanna hear
you cry there’s no more of you and i.
i’m up in the air, how’s the weather down there? i
dont want to play fair, and i really dont care i’m
up in the air, how’s the weather down there i
really dont care, i really dont care
If you wanna live, if you wanna live, if you wanna
live i can help you out with that(repeat till end)

Buffalo Trace

Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Head down – due south – past Louisville
Don’t stop until the bourbon still
Parker says we can drink our fill
Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Eight hours
Just leave me where Im found
And put my bones in the ground
Oh, yeah – well, it’s a Buffalo Trace
Fan out and don’t give up on the chase
She will make her mark on my face
The Blue Grass Parkway is my favorite place
Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Eight Hours
Just leave me where Im found
And put my bones in the ground
All Hail- Manowar is dead
Give up the ghost and put your babies to bed
Oh, yeah- well, you’re so easily led
All your money keeps your horses fed
All hail – Manowar is dead
Hail – Hail
Just leave me where Im found
And put my bones in the ground

Heaven On The Way Down

Heaven on the way down
Talk about a prime
piece of real estate
Heading all the way down
Yeah, you know it’s falling
like an interest rate
Jesus calls it even
You can have your heart back
no questions asked
A temporary way out
Yeah, heaven’s on the way down
Sweet relief
Pulling teeth
Soldiers spy a tinker,
tailor, junkie, thief
Holding on
It won’t be long
Heaven’s on the way down
Thinking that it’s over
The tarnished schemes of angels
Nothing like a cherub
with a dirty face
Figure all the angles
Brother kill your brother
for a parking space
Jesus calls it even
You can have it all back if you want
Yeah, heaven’s on the way down
Heaven’s on the way down
Burn the flag
Yeah-burn it black
Jackie Earle Haley’s
comet coming back
Soldier on
You read me wrong
Heaven’s on the way down
Heaven’s on the way down
Sweet relief
Falling free
I can spot a dumb, sick, junkie, thief
Sweetest sound
It’s coming ’round
Heaven’s on the way down
Heaven’s on the way down
Thinking that it’s over
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over

Hey, Rita

Hey Rita, there’s a statue with your face
Hey Rita, in a park bearing your name
I’d love to take you there
But no one really cares
And who’s to blame?
Yeah, I’ve been patient
But patient is just another game
And if you never stay
It wouldn’t matter anyway, it’s ok
Hey Rita, there’s a statue with your face
Spread the word around
The queen is stepping down
Living with your mom and dad again
The houseboats have been sold
The cars have all been towed
It hasn’t been this bad since who knows when
Hey Rita, we want to know where you have been
You can’t believe it, you want to know where we were then
And if you never stay
Wouldn’t matter what they say, it’s ok
Hey Rita, there’s a statue with your face
And if you never stay
Wouldn’t matter anyway
Wouldn’t matter anyway, cuz who’s to blame?
And if you never stay
Wouldn’t matter what they say
Wouldn’t matter what they say
It wouldn’t matter what they say
Hey Rita, there’s a statue with your face

Heavy Metal Bakesale

How you gonna live at 40?
How you gonna live it down?
How you gonna live at 40?
Whatcha gonna tell your kids?
How you gonna live at 40?
How you gonna live it down?
How you gonna live at 40?
Whatcha gonna tell your mom?
How you face yourself in the morning?
How’d you do what you did?
How to make the best of m o thing
Whatcha gonna tell your kids?

Mellowed

Tunnel vision is slowly setting in.
Blocking out what should be letting in,
Letting in.
11 years of seeing through alcoholic eyes.
Nothing here at all but lows disguised as highs.
Days I don’t remember now,
fitting in and blacking out,
falling up and spiraling down and down and then
It’s down again, and up again.
I’ve mellowed but it’s taken so much time.
Never needed to think that I was thin.
(Anyway) would I wish it on you now.
I’m so fucked up.
Lay down pacified and completely compromised.
Nothing left inside but memories of lies.
Days I don’t remember now,
of fitting in and falling out
falling up and spiraling down and down and then
It’s down again, but up again.
I’m sorry but it doesn’t matter now.
11 years of seeing through alcoholic eyes
Nothing here at all but lows disguised as highs
Days I don’t remember now
fitting in and falling out
falling up and spiraling down and down and then
I’ve mellowed but it’s taken so much time
so much time, so much time, so much time..

That’s What They All Say

Oh, no, no-everything must go
Lost our lease to the liquor store
We’ll be back to fight another day
Yeah, uh-huh-that’s what they all say
Going out of style in a paper bag
Sniffing chloroform out of burning flags
Going down in flames and it feels okay
Yeah, uh-huh-that’s what they all say
Yeah, yeah, yeah it’s a pleasure to burn
I keep fucking up and I never learn
It’s alright, it’s okay-we’re
gonna beat ‘em anyway
Yeah, uh-huh-that’s what they all say
Yeah, uh-huh-that’s what they all say
Take it easy
Take it easy
You won’t like me when I’m angry
Mashed potatoes
Nice and easy
It didn’t have to be this way but
That’s what they all say
The devil’s in the details
The devil’s in the details
Sucking on the third
I said the devil’s in the details
It’s alright, it’s okay-we’re
gonna beat ‘em anyway
Yeah, uh-huh-that’s what they all say
Yeah, uh-huh-that’s what they all say
I want to go down in flames
I want the guilty to hang
The Empire falls
It’s a pleasure to burn
A pleasure to burn
The conquering worm
Yeah, uh-huh
That’s what they all say…

Haleyon Days (Where Were You Then?)

Those halcyon days are here
They went away but they’re back again
This glow never ends
I’m numbed out on bliss that comes on like a friend
And it’s great
A fantastic waste of time
Life is long but it all moves so fast
You’re first then you’re last
Afraid of the future but I’m bored with the past
And it’s great
Yea, it’s great
It’s so great
Remember when you wanted it all to end?
My last will and testament
Was full of things that I didn’t really mean
I want to come clean
But these words are easier to write than to read
Or to say, my mood swings are severe
But halcyon days are here anyway
I’m held in your sway
The drug of you love has me slipping away
And it’s great
Yea, it’s great
It’s so great
Remember when you wanted it all to end?