desert island
one, two, three, four
i don’t want your fucking war
i don’t want your malls and stores
i don’t like your internet
i don’t like us…period
i don’t like your tele-v
i don’t care if you’re like me
i don’t like your politic
i don’t like me: i’m a dick!
but i do like you…oh i think i do
i don’t like your history
i don’t like racial integrity
i don’t like those protests
but on the other hand i don’t trust
your puppet government
i don’t like pollution
i don’t like today’s administration
i don’t need the media
i don’t like being spoon-fed information
but i do need you. all the things you do.
only wanna be with you
on a desert island (repeated many, many times)

flounder
i don’t want to start recollecting
but i see your face all over
even clouds are shaped like pennsylvania
and the sun gives me shit for
hanging ‘round doing nothing in the summer
why do you care, i didn’t dump you
i’ll stare in your lights all night
but i don’t want to see your face no more
all night in a spotlight you created
just ‘cause your selling doesn’t mean i have to buy it
dancing around like a top that won’t stop spinning
and your bullshit never starts a’ thinning
where’d you get your clothes in plastic land
you got an arm but you never lend a hand
i’ll stare in your star-dumb all night
but i don’t want to see your face no more
how does georgey porgey survive in the sunshine
suckin’ blood like a drunkard killing bar time
lying, lying then he’ll start denying
while our uniforms keep dying
back then, back when i’s proud to be a citizen
then again our singer wasn’t texan
i’ll stare in his lime light
but i don’t want to see his face no more
i don’t want to see your face
sick and tired of this place
wishing i could land in the middle
and never deal with your tremolo shit again
i don’t care for historic inclinations
i’m on an anti-social hibernation
i could stare at the past to remember
but i don’t want to see your face no more
hanging around waiting for some new disorder
like a man with a rifle at a border
on this road you created a roller coaster
but i don’t want to go down that road again

modern day pirate
hail all y’all to the jolly roger
patch on my eye and rum is my fodder
feet hit the land and i start to shudder
could have been a plumber but i’d rather be a pirate, aye
modern day pirate of modern day
got no ship so i do my sailing
on the strip with my 8-track wailing
heading for a game of dungeons and dragons
could have the woman but i’d rather be a pirate eh?
girl was everything i wanted but i could never be
a normal guy who’d rather love than play video games
girl was everything i want but i could never be…
‘cause i choose to be a pirate; a pirate of modern day
got no bird so a ferret’s on my shoulder
got no girl so my quarters are colder
surfing on the net to pillage and lay
could have been cool but i’d rather be a pirate hey
hail all y’all to the skull and crossbones
under my poster of kevin sorbo
eating hot pockets inside on a summer’s day
could have had the woman but i’d rather be a pirate

karl’s dream
no one ever listens to you
unless you scream right in their faces for a wanton change
in karl’s dream no one would ever steal my stereo
unless they want no vision of utopia, must be terrifying
screaming at the sun praying for rain
to wash it all right down your polished drain
workers of the world unite and stand concrete
if your motto says that you want to be free
in karl’s dream no one would ever steal my yo-yo
unless they want no vision of utopia…terrifying
screaming at the sun and praying for rain
to wash it all across this bridge
no one ever listens to you unless you
scream right in their face for a wanton change
in karl’s dream no one would ever, ever steal one bit.
unless they want no vision of Utopia

stalking matilda
walking dogs just to make ends meat
then she ate it
work so hard right down to the bone
a bone she’ll hide away
what to do now that she is through
lord what should i do?
live my life through binoculars?
and my mind starts spinning
over and under and round and round again
and this craze starts winning
drink my river of tears she’ll be back again
yesterday i saw you standing in some line
but i had not the time or maybe
i’m just forbade to talk to you
matilda you know i loved you and i love you still
even if the judge says “no. you need to be on pills.”
and i’ll never walk away
and this love will never fade again
can’t seem to grow new legs
so i’ll just keep on crawling back your way
some time ago i watched you standing in the snow,
but i had to go, guess i got within ten thousand feet of you
next time i will come prepared dressed like a polar bear
you know it can still be called love when it’s from afar
in your tree i’m singing
so gasoline’s my rent where’s the bad intention