WWWW I

The end of sin
Still raining; still dreaming
Bed of nails; ZZ Top
USA--up all night
STP--gasoline

The front porch in crisis
Everything closed
The places to go
Are being bulldozed in rows
People just surviving
Selling powders for nose
You might not understand
But that's the way that it goes

Bored in the face
Division of race
Video games
And a sliced up pace
The Hale Bop comet
They stayed in one place
But maybe not
Can't see the soul in their face


Massage therapy; life for sale
This isn't new; belly of whale
A fulcrum a wheel; simple machine
Add in the knives; grind till they scream
You say yell loud; and disagree
But when others do; make 'em totally bleed
Kites fly in mind; but leave if the string
Breaks and I'll tell you it's so taut that it sings



WWWW II

The score is burning
Up the back of my car
Hot potato drop
Before I meet the hand of the law
No names; faces
People were here; now they're just places

I try to stay hidden
Out of sight
But it's hard to disappear
Between the lights of the night
It's not money
But the thrill you can't buy in a bag
Catch 5-10; that's a fucking drag

You won't catch me
On the 5 (o'clock) news
Here; gave it up; that's all blues
Time strings shoulders
In knots
Dude; let's not

WWWW III
Fistful for all my ills
Fistful of bullets
Marked with my name
To be killed

Around every corner
There's a Dorner PD
Bullet ridden coins
In my mouth taste so sweet
Don't go soft; just go
Yeah we heard; we already know

Around my head an ambient glow
I'm in heaven in my kingdom
Bodies dead in the snow

A war that contradicts
Open argue convict
There's no use for the vessel that contains the disease
--Taking everything with a thank you and please--(not sung on recording)

Straight down the dead end
When the pushed push back
You get surprise nervous attacks
Again and again and again

People pushing that straight dope
It makes people's minds float away
But in the morning you've lost all hope
Wash your mouth out with soap
All your actions are no
And you fucking cope
And you'll regret
The chain of events
That ripped up your set
And your body is hung from the rope

There's many more surprises
Everything closed
The places to go
Are being bulldozed in rows
People just surviving
Selling powders for nose
You might not understand
But that's the way that it goes

Bored in the face
Division of race
Video games
And a sliced up pace
The Hale Bop comet
They stayed in one place
But maybe not
Can't see into space

Massage therapy; death for sale
This isn't new; belly of the big whale
A fulcrum a wheel; simple machine
Add in the knives; grind till they cream
You say yell loud; and disagree
But when others do; make 'em bleed
Kites in the wind