Well sometimes my baby is boozy
And sometimes she tries to rule me.
Ain't no one's business but my own. [x2]

But I'm sure that I will see you 'round town now baby
'Cause this town's way too small
I'm sure that I'll run into you smokin' and leaning on that bathroom wall
And here's hopin' that tonight maybe you will drag some gorilla on home
So for about an hour or two you won't have to feel like you're all alone

But I don't come 'round here to meet nice people anyway

Take a look at your foot does it fit this shoe
Did you ever think I gave a damn about you
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
So get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend
Get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt my friend

Well wipe that smirk right back from where you came
As if you knew who I am, as if you knew my name
Turn around, see your back's against the wall
Too bad you didn't notice that I'm 10 feet, I'm 10 feet tall
Yeah it's too bad you didn't notice that I'm 10 feet, I'm 10 feet tall

And we say:

To all our enemies, we'll see you in hell
We're gonna walk 'em off the plank into the wishing well
Down to Davy Jones' Locker where the fishes sleep
I wont be praying for you so dont be praying ,
dont be praying for me.

Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

(Oh oh, oh oh)

Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

(Oh oh, oh oh)

Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

Well the words they came to you easy
But they let you down in the end
I’ve seen the end of lovers
I’ve seen the end of friends
They’re all enemies in the bedroom
And even more reside upstairs
You’re so far beyond self-control
It’s been this way for years
I’ve soaked myself in alcohol
I’ve worshiped every idol
I’ve pissed on every monument
I’ve prayed to Oscar Wilde
I sent my sense of self worth
You can sign for it COD

Love writes a letter and sends it to Hate:
"My vacation's ending, I'm coming home late
The weather was fine and the ocean was great
And I can't wait to see you again."

Hate reads the letter and throws it away
"No one here cares if you go or you stay
I barely even noticed that you were away
I'll see you or I won't, whatever."

Love sings a song as she sails through the sky
The water looks bluer through her pretty eyes
And everyone knows it whenever she flies
And also when she comes down

Hate keeps his head up and walks through these streets
Every stranger and drifter he greets
And shakes hands with every loner he meets
With a serious look on his face

Love arrives safely with suitcase in tow
Carrying with her the good things we know
A reason to live and a reason to grow
To trust and to hold and to care

Hate sits alone on the hood of his car
Without much regard to the moon or the stars
Lazily killing the last of a jar
Of the strongest stuff you can drink

Love takes a taxi, a young man drives
As soon he sees her hope fills his eyes
But tears follow after at the end of the ride
Because he might never see her again

Patience, patience, patience

Hate gets home lucky to still be alive
He screams over the sidewalk and into the drive
The clock in the kitchen says 2:55
And the clock in the kitchen is slow

Love has been waiting patient and kind
Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign
That the one that she cares for who's out of his mind
Will make it back safe to her arms

Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door
Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor
He says, "Love, I'm sorry, " and she says, "What for?
I'm yours and that's it, whatever
I should not have been gone for so long
I'm yours and that's it, forever
Your mine and that's it, forever"

I am a man
I am self aware
And everywhere I go
You're always right there with me

I flirted with you all of my life
Even kissed you once or twice
And to this day I swear it was nice
But clearly I was not ready

When you touched a friend of mine
I thought I would lose my mind
But I found out with time
That really, I was not ready

Oh death, you hector me
And decimate those dear to me
You tease me with your sweet relief
You are cruel and you are constant

When my mom was cancer sick
She fought but succumbed to it
But you made her beg for it
"Lord Jesus, please, I'm ready"

Well you can keep your dusty bottle on your shelf
You can keep your words of wisdom to yourself
I love you darling so
Why can't you let me go
Before you find me hanging in my cell
Codeine, codeine
You're the nicest thing I've seen
For a while, for a while

What does it feel like to get shot in the head?
Every night I watch my daughter fallin' from a mile-high bridge.
Sometimes the chainsaw bucks out of the log
Will I ever win the lottery?

These are a few of my, a few of my favorite things.

What is it like to take your space helmet off on the moon?
Sit in the gas chamber, falsely accused?
Sometimes the telephone rings at 3 A. M.
Will the doctor have bad news?

These are a few of my, a few of my favorite things.

Will I someday see the light of the coming saint?
I see my house surrounded by fire trucks and flashing lights
Sometimes people get out in the nick of time
Is that car going to stop?

These are a few of my, a few of my favorite things.

I'm- too sexy for my shirt
too sexy for my shirt
too sexy for my shirt
too sexy it hurts

A friend said he knew where some easy money was
We robbed a man and brother did we fly
The posse caught up with me, drug me back to Muskogee
It's two long years, just a-waitin' 'round to die

Now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last
He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie
His name's codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're gonna wait around and die

And I'm scared to fall in love but I never will admit it
Sh*t, I never could'a did it (never)
Point me to the door, I gotta leave
Real cocky to them hoes that say hi to me
Like I'm the best thing you heard
B*tch don't lie to me, don't you lie to me
I tried to play the lottery
Maybe I can hit the Powerball
Cop 50 fly cars, and then drive them all
Just so I can feel like a rich n*gga got it all

Oh, and everything is not what it seems
This life is but a dream
Shatter illusions that hold your spirit down
Open up your heart and you'll find love all around
Breathing and moving are healing
And soothing away
All the pain in life holding you down

Putin puttin' his pants on
One leg at a time
You mean he's just like a regular fella, huh?
He ain't nothing like a regular fella

Putin puttin' his hat on
Hat size number nine
“You sayin' Putin's gettin' big headed?”
Putin's head's just fine

He can drive his giant tractor
Across the Trans-Siberian plain
He can power a nuclear reactor
With the left side of his brain
And when he takes his shirt off
He drives the ladies crazy
When he takes his shirt off
Makes me wanna be a lady

Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over,
And it seems as though the writings on the wall,
Superstar you finally made it,
But once your picture becomes tainted,
It's what they call,
The rise and fall

Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place

I wish the ape a lot of success
I'm sorry my apartment's a mess
Most of all I'm sorry if I made you blue
I'm betting the gorilla will, too

They say Jesus will find you wherever you go
But when he'll come looking for you, they don't know
In the meantime, keep your profile low
Gorilla, you're a desperado

He built a house on an acre of land
He called it Villa Gorilla
Now I hear he's getting divorced
Laying low at L'Ermitage, of course

Then the ape grew very depressed
Went through Transactional Analysis
He plays racquetball and runs in the rain
Still he's shackled to a platinum chain

Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place

Rain outside my window pouring down
What now, your gone, my fault, I'm sorry
Feeling like a fool cause I let you down
Now it's, too late, to turn it around
I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry
I guess this time it really is goodbye
You made it clear when you said
I just don't love you no more

Six o'clock in the morning wipe the sleep from my eyes (yeah)
Felt just like an ordinary day
Just around the corner, such a surprise, a beautiful angel materialised
Time stood still face to face
I'm sure we'd met in another time and place (met in another time and place)

Down by the old cemetery
She looked kind of nice so I gave chase
She laughed at me that night
Much to my delight
And asked me to follow her into the night

You're supposed to sit on your and nod at stupid things
Man, that's hard to do
And if you don't, they'll screw you
And if you do, they'll screw you, too

I need a truck to hold my pain
I need a truck to haul around my name
I need a truck to haul the women from my bed
I need a truck to haul my body when I'm dead

I need a truck to haul my guns to town
I need a truck to haul my bad thoughts around
I need a truck to haul my Percodan and gin
I need a truck to haul my trucks in

Throw me a bone,feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
One or the other,a ship lost in the fog