SATURN'S FLEA COLLAR LYRICS PAGE
From Stretch to activate I only have these lyrics (cause the others aren't printed on the 7" :):Boner in the logo
Why do I smoke?
A daring poke in the ribs
of death a defiant breath?
Or is it maybe
since I was a baby
I knew what I was
doing? I had a
deep-rooted parental
revenge plot brewin or... is it
the boner in the logo?
Just a glance at
the pack sends
a shiver down
my back and a
jolt to my synapses. all
my willpower collapses.
yeah
It's the boner in the logo!
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ALBUM : MONOSYLLABIC
walls impede my progressfree and easy wanderer
sugar frosted loopholes
doo
always six o'clock
variations
slatter facts
quit it
my plants are mad at me
jimi, jim, and janis
damn birds
is in the middle of
the song that used to be about midgets
aches and pains
billy and some apples
don't fuck with the guy who makes your food
frolic with the hunchbacks
heavy rotation
why can't you be nice?
the gas bill and love
walls impede my progress
My squirrels don't know where I am tonite
I try to swallow at least three times a day
my beaver won't go near water
my throat is closer than it seems, but
I never liked room temperature
and I often mistake my hands for food
my toes are numbered.
free and easy wanderer
A machine built to break.
If she could only jump inside
the movie and live.
It's o.k. to make yourself
happy, as long as you don't
eat the little children
don't stare at the mutants
a machine built to break.
sugar frosted loopholes
Sugar frosted loopholes
can be a part of your
unbalanced justice,
tricks for the rich
with 8 essential
vitamins & criminals
now with less moral
fiber...they're tragically
suspicious!
doo
(doo x 75)
always 6:00
Because it's always 6:00
except for when it's 6:30
now it's seven. it's a full moon
every week, the tide is always
high my oh my how time flies
south for the winter when
you're having fun timecrawls
back for more when the fun is done
you can rely on the sun in the sky
the wind in the air bless your punk rock hair
onions make me cry, pepper makes me sneeze
outer space makes me dizzy,
kitties give me fleas
and the fun is almost done.
variations
Legless female dwarf, rubber worshiping dominatrix
seeks fat overeducated men into liquids red lights and grease...
splatter facts
Those greasy falanges, 5 digits drawing figures,
fingerin the way, see how they bend at the end of our limbs,
got nailed...a symbol of trust, a sign of respect probing the places
we'd rather forget, a greeting when meeting, eating, competing.
I know hwere you put 'em, put 'er there. We'll ignore that we're
each other & our secrets are all lies, clasp & grasp and
put our similarities aside, in the back yard with the scaper,
in the bathroom with the toilet paper, makin' things all right
on all those lonely nights, every nook and cranny...
Rubbin' ointment on your granny!
quit it
(instrumental)
my plants are mad at me
They had attitude when they were only seeds, could be lack of certain
basic needs, tiny insects, circle like vultures, P.H. balace is off, outer
leaves are withered and gray, if we could only hear what they had
to say...you never talk to me anymore root bound cigarette butts and cat
shit in my bed and my pot is much too small. now, could be lack of nitrates
or negative ions fresh air sunshine water.
jimi, jim and janis
Jimi, jim and janis on a bathroom floor,
there's a seizure goin' on and they won't rock no more
there's a rockstar lying in a puddle of blood
there's a meeting in the boardroom when they pull the plug, yeah...
Beer-bellied dude just watching MTV cuz there's nothing better to do
with all the time that's free and the western worlds choking on its hard
earned PUKE like a rockstar on the tile and were turning blue, yeah...
(I wanna die like a rockstar) Punk rock children writing magazines
slinging shit upon each other is not "uniting the scene" because the
while stinkin' mess is just a rockstar death, you can study
all you want but there will not be a test NO...NO...
damn birds
Linda left him right where she found him
there was a time then when they thought they
had found a place but there was still a
race always a war and always a race
then the fog rolled in everything changed
the candles blew out and the tape ended
the tape stopped but the music never will
don't hesitate to tell how you feel
because there's not enough outlets
the record stopped but the music never will
is in the middle of
He left town in a grey VW, D.I.Y. tattoo says F.T.W. destination
vague and no E.T.A., he said he's had it up to here with livin' in nowhere, not sure
where it is, but sure as hell gonna go there, 'case anywhere is somewhere when
yer comin' from nowhere. The earth is in the middle of nowhere, lost in space
surrounded by a bunch of air, nothin' could possibly go on there, the earth is the
middle of nowhere, 6 AM. truck stop lettin' out some beer, check the map for the X
away, convinced that his new life was right around the bend, gonna see new sights
and make better friends, 'cause everyone's so boring back home in nowhere...
He blazed a star of david across the map of the states so that he could build a nest
in that elusive place, but he ran outta gas, outside buzzards pass. And now he's
in the middle of nowhere, lostr face, surrounded by an evil glare, them birds are surely
comin' down there, the earth is in the middle of nowhere.
the song that used to be about midgets
Who's to say? far be it from me which of us is crazy?
The dr. or his patient, you or I, the govt. something
in the sky? look around, what do you see?
Crazy is normal-normal is crazy, don't look at me.
Who's to say far be it from me-wake me up when
we get to infinity.
aches and pains
I'd better stick my hand up and tell you
how I feel 'cuz the feelings I have are so damned real
for someone so phoney glad handing dandy
hey there kid do ya wanna piece o'candy?
I'm a christmas cookie on a baking sheet and I'm forged in the
fire of what other people think abd I dont know nothin'
except what I was told, too damned scared to break the fuckin' mold.
oh life is hard, love is cheap I whine about my problems 7 days a week
it's a full-time job making sure you're perfect and I'd
probably die if it wasn't so worth it, I've got aches +
pains and no place to go with it maintaining my face
and I'm so damned stoic it's hard to be humble when
you've got all the answers,
would you like a side of fries or a pie with your whopper?
I'm a flame-boiled burger in a styrofoam package
littering the side of the road by the wreckage
of a head-on collision with our conflicting desires
you're splattered like a critter under my tires.
life is hard, love is cheap, blah blah blah...
you know I gotta lotta aches and pains.
billy and some apples
where there's a will there's a guy named bill or william
if the sun don't shine I know it's mine if variety is the
spice of life does that rule out an apple a day? the best
things in life are supposed to be free but there's so many
assorted taxes and fees. If there's away, that's where
we should be. away.
don't fuck with the guy who makes your food
Don't fuck with the guy who makes your food, he's
got different ways of being rude, salmonella, mozzarella,
bagels off the floor botulism, fires with jism,
pubic hairs galore, when you find the special
sauce you know you've lost the war
d.f.w.t.g.w.m.y.f., he don't give a fuck about your
bad attitude you'll pay dearly for being rude!
frolic with the hunchbacks
Well it's a goddamnmotherfuckin' frolick with the hunchbacks!
I'm gonna walk right up to you and give you my lunch back! We're sneakin'
up on you right behind your back cuz it's a goddamnmotherfuckin
frolick with the hunchback won't you come out to play with the
hunchbacks today?
heavy rotation
Thanks to heavy rotation we are just s sick of the new as the old
-the music revolution will be homogenized.
why can't you be nice?
Some time ago somebody musta have I said somethin' to you that being a
jerk is good I'm here to say,"hey, manthat's just not true". If you
start to think about it, it's not that hard to do then maybe you will find
somebody is being nice right back to you. Why can't you be nice?
the gas bill and love
Baby our love went to pay the gas bill stopped off for
smokes and was abducted by the others baby our dreams were
lifted by high-tech art thieves & sold for millios of $ overseas
baby our magic was killed by the bug spray - won't come back
even when the smell has gone away. love sold our baby to pay
the gas bill and only got four dollars!
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