All HALLOWS EVE (For the Fleet of the Damned)

I met a girl who sang the blues

and then she walked off

the very face of the Earth.

So good old boys,

drink your whiskey and be wry,

see through your red-shift in thine eye,

the blue-shift in the American pie in the sky,

your lie is no pie, no water and no rye,

and no life is for no foolin'

in the world your rulin', the orb your ruinin'.

Because death is a happily dead peasant

I know, there is nothing more unpleasant.

No bigger lie, bigger no reason

than to keep ourselves

from just being amusin'

at the electro-chemical,

metaphysical union,

this revolutionary season.

It's all just layers

and layers

inside

one

big

onion

leading

to a mattress

sale on your tv,

and underneath there's a pearl

in a movie about a whale

and an old pirate guy with TB,

and from there he sailed

the underworld surfer's beliefs

and found the secret in his tea,

that the bones be they

and they be she,

and God's Black Madonna,

is the greatest

revenge

in never-ending

human history.

Seventy Two Hours as a Social Darwinist (To the Sound of Cyberpunk We Go)

Spent seventy two hours as a social Darwinist 

Gotta get ahead of you (Seventy two hours) 

Seventy two hours as a Social Darwinist 

Gotta get an edge over the loss, 

vengeance is hip you know 

Gotta get a handle on the guilt I miss 

gotta get a multiple set a girlies to kiss 

Spent seventy two hours as a social Darwinist 

Gotta get over you (seventy two, seventy two, seventy two hours) 

Seventy two fucking shitty hours as a Social Darwinist 

As you tried to convince me of your Know Nothing bliss, 

I let my eyes look away, if for just a minute (Seventy two, seventy two seventy two) 

Being anti-social ain`t darlin little Darwin 

You won`t like the feeling, your empty hand will be shaking (seventy two, seventy two) 

Won`t like the smell as the whole world is quaking (seventy two, seventy two seventy seventy seventy two) 

(Refrain) 

On the third day I flew across the sky 

rebuilt the temple of love, I did pray 

Sure, I fell, makin` a hell of her heaven, 

and man O man let the bunker busters fly 

I ran for cover, O sweet Sweet Twenty Three Skidoo

(Twenty three, twenty three twenty three skidoo) 

By the sixty-ninth hour as a social Darwinist 

I ran for cover, looking for the way you look at me, 

hoping and I`m praying to look up to you. 

(Jaggedy Guitar riffs here) 

Three more hours as a social Darwinist, 

for just three days I forgot about you (seventy two, O, seventy two, yeah) 

Seventy two hours of living from your hand to my fist 

Separate but equal, sure, gotta get a step on you. 

Treated every living thing like my private little toy 

Dreamin of the cosmos now, when I was just a boy (Darwinist) 

Wore your love like a glove but there was no joy (Darwinist) 

Gotta get around these blank walls, gotta get over you (Darwinist) 

Being anti-social ain`t darlin little Darwin

Being anti-social ain`t darlin little Darwin

Being anti-social ain`t darlin little Darwin