So wonderful I could spill you.
So wonderful I'm insane.
So wonderful I could break down and cry to be near you
Sooo--please let me get you. I'm good with possessions, and
I'll be your devil's grin.
Dropping to pieces but tight as a gun could ever be.
As willing as filling is...
Bony but gentle as...
You'll be my Danny girl.
So untanned and lanky but hard as a girl could ever be.
So wonderful I could spill you.
So wonderful I'm insane.
So wonderful I could break down and cry to be near
You more, soon.
Step inside... Don't be shy.
Take it in... Slip away...
There's nothing quite as fun as overload--
Shit out of sequence--or killing face.
I have an urge right now to do it all--
And when I do it all... I do it well.
Yes, there's a monkey in my underwear
A n d I d o n ' t r e a l l y c a r e
About nothing.
So, Mr. President of Canada--
Monsieur--I need some help with this;
Who's your psychiatrist?
That's what you get for... That's what you get for...
That's what you get for having fun.
I wrote a letter to our president. I asked him what he meant
When he called in the army
To pick on thirteen little indians
In combat moccasins and a couple of rifles.
He said: "Well, there's a monkey in my underwear
And I don't really care about this country.
You know what it's like?
It takes a man to admit that."
That's what you get for... asking.
That's what you get for having fun.
Na--na--na--na--na--na--na!
I am just a star you're wishing on.
You can't see me when the day light's on,
But I am with you all day long,
Just waiting on the evening's dawn.
So, put your dreams upon a star and wish it.
Toss it up and blow a kiss right through it.
I'll wink back down on you because
A dream is just a dream is just because.
Just trust in your dream...
So, put your dreams upon a star and wish it
In the hope that you might just realize, realize...
It was but a flash up-up-above and
A dream is just a dream is just b e c a u s e . . .
It's coming on Christmas. They're cutting down trees.
They're putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and
peace.
I wish I had a river I could skate away on...
... But it doesn't snow here it stays pretty green.
I'm gonna make a lot of money and leave California.
... Leave.
I wish I had a river I could skate away on.
I wish I had a river so long I could teach my feet to fly.
... I made my baby cry.
... But I'm so hard to handle. I'm selfish and I'm mad.
Now I've gone and lost the best
... Baby
I've ever had.
She tried hard to help me. She put me at ease.
She loved me so naughty it made me weak in the knees.
It's coming on Christmas. They're cutting down trees.
They're putting up decorations and singing songs of joy and
peace.
Sane so sane. Everybody's sane. Toronto's on the train. This night was spend in vain. Live at Bloor and Jane. Just pissing in the rain. Gutter, ditch, and drain. Toronto on the train. Everybody's sayin' if I come back again they'll tie me down with chain. Chain, so chain. Faces rearranged. I'm coming back again. They'll tie me up with chain. 'Cause everybody's sane. Everybody's sane. This night was spent in vane. Change, so change. Comin' back again. Tie me up with chain. Vague, so vague. Still life with shame and egg. The sound that scraped my knees. "Lesbian pasta, please... One Mexican with cheese." The alternative press is hiding up your dress. Upon the ground I'm split. Don't take away my guilt. Everybody's sane. Ch-ch-ch- ch-ch-chain.
As plain as broth. As wild as rice.
You try so hard but just end up as nice.
I would and I'd; I'd suicide for you.
You shaved your head. You pierced your nose.
You've done it all and all that's left are holes.
You misery. You broken tree.
I'll be the trunk and take the axe.
There is no reason. No reason why.
No quality you hold unique
But still I'd die for you.
When it was young, it's chest had no bones.
Open and soft as it stared and it puked
And looked up at the room.
L o v e s t r e a m s .
Now I am grown. Draped over bones.
Pulled tight around and zipped up at the back,
Right now I'm stoned
You like to talk and I like the sound.
The way that it stops and starts
Rolling back up and softly goes down.
There's a silence at the heart of things
Where... l o v e s t r e a m s .
Incision here--place over ear--
Incision there, to the bridge of the nose.
(Clamp and check hose.)
Pull back the face, that easily folds
Along the temple back and onto
The occipital bone.
There's a silence at the heart of things where
L o v e S t r e a m s . . .
I heard a singer. He was an Italian singer with the wrap around shades and maybe some altitude. He really acted relaxed. He said: `When I sing, I sing of everything. It's more than but just words!' Oh, yeah. `When I sing, I sing of everything. It's more than I can bear!'
Some places breathe and breed. Some places just try for want and choke on it. This place breathes and breeds. This place festers with everything I'm ashamed of and puts everything I'm proud of to shame."
Lyrics copyright (c) 1994 by Nick Buzz