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INDEX OF LYRICS
High Time
100 monkeys typing
st. peter's alleyway
always some animal
fine amnesia
arouse the thunder
artist's statement
my clock stops
clouds are overspreading
crucible of the chaldeans
this delinquent clock
sound of doom
supermarket employee
featherhead jones
feeder canal
finishing nails
fry your brain off
GRANPERE & THIBALD SAGA
- code of the great outdoors
- forego the knavery
- gunning it in neutral
- shotgun
- wine maketh glad
I don't wanna get high
honey lets gt poor
I'm Blown
I'm Falling Apart
I'm Sad
joan of arc
jug a hug
the last snafu
let's have some fun
mega fig leaf man
molecule
mongrel 900
long chain mud
poor little flower
pour beer on each other
sack of potatoes
seize that fiend
she used to walk
silhouette
somebody must be praying
superstar
swimmin hole
take take take
the driving
toothy ruthie
Trophy Bowler
tundra sled
turning the page
We live like kings
xtra strength mistletoe
days of yore
Why Was I Born
Why Was I Born Part 2
Pony Tail
Ain't Broke

Why Was I Born Part 2 Em G D Am

Well I told you about the wiggly snake
and I told you about the tailpipe in the grass
I think I might have mentioned an ear
and I know that I told you about the deer
well looky here.
The back end is open and gone.
And the crows are walking around in there,
plucking occasional chunks of viscera and flab;
the liver got dragged off a couple yards across the dog tracks
in the ice and the living snow.
And I even thought about hauling the rib cage up
to make a lampshade, no lie.
But I keep putting it off and putting it off and off and off and off,
I don’t know why.
‘Cause the Indians would have made it into a patio by now (they woulda)
or at least dangled the spleen off a pergola.

O why was I born part two

I live a life of waste and shame
always jumping over a gun.
Prob’ly my luck land up perishing in the flame
residing in the grave yard where the dead are buried

Why was I born part two
Why was I born part two

I think it’s about time to say the magic words,
the mystery words
the unwords
the dead sea words
the inertia verbs
the forbidden syllables ready? o.k. go.

(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit) 8X

She shames me drinking.
She two to one’s me under the table.
Yeah, she shames me under the table and I shut my yap.
And I try to muster the gumption to get up and go
over the counter
off the books.

And the righteous shall equalify!
And the wrongteous shall equalify too!
On the mighty mighty road
On the mighty mighty mighty super road.
Sisters!
Brothers!
Mothers!
Chil’ren!
Fathers, Distaff Aunts, Great Grandfatha!
Funky Unky, Second Cousins twice removed,
Mah Filler Americans!
All ye abased and exalted,
all ye uh, everybody been exhumed with cloven bosom!
Oh mighty Connect-the-Dotsicus, father of astronomy,
Oh Doctor Scaryokie with an amphibian eating your teeth,
all you dogs on a leash, tell me

Why was I born part two
(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit)
Why was I born part two
(bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit)

hello again, I hope you’re having an introspective and subsequently miserable Lent.
I say subsequently rather than schlepp, ‘cause subsequently’s\ what I meant’
like a jerk, yeah like a jerk.

The Mystery Words!
bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit
bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit
(Why was I born part two)
bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit
bourj gnong gilly-o gröb fit the fit