IRONY IS A DEAD SCENE LYRICS



Hollywood Squares
Game over, you win. Game over, I win. The sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing. the memories are fleeting, a little game of (paper, scissors, rock) The wedding bells are ringing, the shotgun is a-singing Now (?) your fingers steady, a little game of (paper, scissors, rock) You are my lucky penny, my local anesthetic. Ritual bloodletting, we play a game of (paper, scissors, rock) A lion tamer yelling, your first piano lesson, a 4-leaf contraceptive, we play a game of (paper, scissors, rock) A sweaty palm reading, a lucky shot of whiskey. Now come and rub my belly, a little game of (paper, scissors, rock) Os and Xs/ Hollywood Squares/ Xs and Os/ Bloody tic tac toe. Not in your song, im not your singer, not in your poem, im not your stanza, im not a color in your rainbow, but now which team are you rooting for? Were Hollywood Squares, were going nowhere. Im an X, youre an O, and this is the end... The end.
Pig Latin
Do you remember where you were on that day? A day of life sentences and xrays. My name was on that birthday cake. Chinga. Youre mother, your father, your brother, and the thing under the covers. Your lover, the others, the leeches, and the serpents and the suckers. Your mother, your father, the babies, and the nurses, and the doctors. Your lover, the others, the waiting room, the gurney and the druggers. Your mother, your father, the comas and the way the spirits hover. Your lover, the others, I thought i wasnt smart enough to suffer.
Speaking pig latin/kiss me goodnight/ dreaming white satin/ Kiss me goodnight. Freedom- tying your legs down. Freedom- fucking your brains out. Freedom- blowing the candles out. Freedom- waving to the crowd. And i hate long goodbyes anyway...
When Good Dogs Do Bad Things
Im the best youll ever have. your the best ill never have. Pain, gone, rain, stop. Sun, shine, youre mine. here kitty kitty kitty. mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy. listen: listen through the walls, the sound of quick footsteps sneaking down the hall. whishpers the pages turning, the leaky roof, the toilet flushing, numbers on the license plate. Im nothing more then the best youll never have. a speck on your bedroom wall. a blood red waterfall. The best you will ever have. Your dead things are locked up inside. blow smoke rings straight back in time. roses floating out with the tide, dance and sing under gunfire. open wings slowly take flight... Around these parts a fly can live, a fly can live a thousand years, but man cannot die soon enough, true enough. A smiling drunk nursing a glass of milk. a girl with a face like the prison bread. over the kitchen noise i hear them howl at me. A scabby ketchup bottle and a two dollar bill. i guess its time to pay the bill, but you know i never will, im hungry still... run away run away run away run away. Mercy killing on the way, never thought id hear you say. Falling to your knees and pray now... In this crowded place i could swing a cat and not even hit a soul... Its just the lonely vacuum of a human block holes. And im as dry as these thirsty trees, with big city thoughts in this dirty breeze... Promising to set me free, "waiter, check please..." Im the best you will ever have!