SIX-PACK, NICE ABS!(STINENCE)

SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT HELL IS A PLACE BUT THERE’S
ANOTHER LAKE OF FIRE SO YOU BETTER SAY GRACE.
DAD’S ON HIS WAY TO A MEETING I’M ON MY WAY TO
THE STORE. HE’S AFRAID TO BE CHEATING I’M AFRAID
TO FEEL BORED. SOME MAY FEEL POSSESSED I MAY
MYSELF OBSESS ABOUT IT. CLOSETS FILLED WITH
GHOSTS WHERE SKELETONS HANG IN ROWS. DAD’S
ON HIS WAY TO A MEETING I’M ON MY WAY TO THE
STORE. HE USED TO WRITE LITTLE SONGS HE DON’T
WRITE NOTHIN’ NO MORE. FOOD, WATER & MINERALS
THEY DON’T FEED YOUR SOUL. THE TRUTH WILL FIND
YOU. WAVES CRASH IN INTERVALS. TIME’LL TAKE IT’S
TOLL. THE TRUTH WILL FIND YOU OUT. THEY USED TO
DROP BOMBS, BACK WHEN I WAS YOUNG. IN A SHACK,
IN THE DESERT. MY LITTLE COWBOY BOOTS ON. I WON
THE AWARD: “MOST WHATEVER” STAMPED IN GOLD. IT
DIDN’T MEAN MUCH THEN, IT NEVER MEANT MUCH
MORE. DAD’S ON HIS WAY TO A MEETING I’M ON MY
WAY TO THE STORE. HE’S JUST TRYIN’ TO KEEP
BREATHING’. I’M TRYING TO HOLD BACK THE ROAR.
FOOD, WATER & MINERALS THEY DON’T FEED YOUR
SOUL. THE TRUTH WILL FIND YOU. WAVES CRASH IN
INTERVALS. TIME’LL TAKE IT’S TOLL. THE TRUTH WILL
FIND YOU OUT.

MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL

THE SON’S ON THE HORIZON. LOST AND YOU’LL NEVER
FIND HIM. THE LAST OF THE LIGHT. YOU WON’T LAST
THE NIGHT. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL, FRIEND. AS IT
MOVED THROUGH YOU. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL,
FRIEND. BEFORE IT CONSUMES YOU. ‘CAUSE IT’S NOT
HARD TO SEE WHERE WE GET IT FROM, ‘CAUSE APPLES
FALL FROM TREES, AND FATHERS HIDE FROM SONS. OH
NO. OH NO. I MISS THE FEELING OF THE DRIFT. THE
WAVES THAT MOVED BELOW MY FEET. I MISS THE
FEELING THAT I HAD BEFORE IT CRASHED DOWN OVER
ME. ‘CAUSE THROUGH FOG AND FIRE, WE ALL LOSE OUR
DESIRES. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL, FRIEND. AS IT
MOVED THROUGH YOU. MAY YOU ABSORB ALL EVIL,
FRIEND. BEFORE IT CONSUMES YOU. I KNOW YOU WANT
IT TO.

RINGTONE MONEY

HOW WE GONNA LEAVE WHEN WE DON’T KNOW WHERE
TO GO? I GOT THAT RINGTONE MONEY AND IT SOUNDS
LIKE SOLID GOLD. WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME, YOU LOOK
LIKE YOU SAW A GHOST. HOW WE GONNA LEAVE WHEN
WE DON’T KNOW WHERE TO GO?

PICK UP YOUR TINSEL

SHOW ME THAT YOU CARE AT ALL. SHOW ME THAT
YOU’RE WILLING TO FALL. ON YOUR KNEES, WITH ME,
TONIGHT. HERE COMES THE ENDING AGAIN. CREEPIN’
IN LIKE A FRIEND, TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU FEEL JUST
RIGHT. PICK UP YOUR TINSEL IN WINTER. DON’T LEAVE
SILVER ON THE GROUND IN SPRING. I KNOW YOU
WHISPER TO MIRRORS, WHEN YOU’RE TOO AFRAID TO
SING. SEASON’S GREETINGS. DECORATIONS. ARE JUST
WORDS THEY DON’T MEAN A THING. THEY ALL JUST
GLITTER, AND REFLECTIONS OF THINGS WE
NEED IN HUMAN BEINGS. SO SHOW ME THAT YOU CARE
AT ALL. SHOW ME THAT YOU’RE WILLING TO FALL. ON
YOUR KNEES, WITH ME, TONIGHT. HERE COMES THE
ENDING AGAIN. CREEPIN’ IN LIKE A FRIEND, TO MAKE
SURE THAT YOU FEEL JUST RIGHT.

GAME OVER

WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE. I’LL GET MY REVOLVER. YOU
CAN BE A SKELETON. JUST GIVE ME A HOLLER.