| Novocaine
For The Soul
Life is hard
And so am I
You'd better give me something
So I don't die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Life is white
And I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back
Oh my darling
Will you be here
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Guess who's living here
with the great undead
This paint by numbers life
is fucking with my head, once again
Life is good
And I feel great
Cuz mother says I was
A great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
You'd better give me something
to fill the hole
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
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My
Beloved Monster
My beloved monster and me
We go everywhere together
Wearing a raincoat that
has four sleeves
Gets us through all kinds
of weather
She will always be the only
thing
That comes between me and
the
awful sting
That comes from living in
a world that's so damn mean
My beloved monster is tough
If she wants she will disrobe
you
But if you lay her down
for a kiss
Her little heart it could
explode
She will always be the only
thing
That comes between me and
the awful sting
That comes from living in
a world that's so damn mean
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
Susan's House
Going over to Susan's house
Walking south down Baxter
Street
Nothing hiding behind this
picket fence
There's a crazy old woman
smashing bottles on the sidewalk where her
house burnt
down two years ago
People say that back then
she really wasn't that crazy
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
I can't be alone tonight
Down by the Donut Prince
a 15 year old boy lies on the sidewalk with a
bullet in
his forehead, in a final
act of indignity the paramedics take off all
his
clothes for th
e whole world to see while
they put him in the bag
Meanwhile an old couple
argues inside the queen bee the sick fluorescent
light
shimmering on their skin
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
She's going to make it right
Take a left down at Copark
A kid asks do I like some
crack
TV sets are spewing Baywatch
Through the windows into
back
Here comes a girl with long
brown hair who can't be more than 17
She sucks on a red popsicle
while she pushes a baby girl in a pink
carraige
And I'm thinking that must
be her sister
That must be her sister,
right?
They go into the 711 and
I keep walking
And I keep walking
Going over to Susan's house
Going over to Susan's house
I can't be alone tonight
Going over to Susan's house |
