The Devil, Jesus and Me

There’s voices in my head

That will never get out

Just when i think they’re dead

Is when they begin to shout

 

I see things all the time

That arent even there

They’re worse in the nighttime

Like a Satanic prayer

 

In the room is Jesus

But he wont look at me

His passion never seized us

But the devil’s the key

 

The more pills they give me

The crazier i get

They dont hear that you see

But i’m not dead just yet

 

They’re putting thoughts in my head

And i need a tin foil hat

I’m restrained in a bed

And here comes Jesus with a baseball bat

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The Dark and the Park

Staying here or leaving is the hardest part
Living or dying some night here in bed
Staying safe in the walls of the heart
Or working everything in my head

Lying awake in the dark
The moon’s gaze mocks me
Scary as nighttime in the park
But here in this room i cannot be

So i get dressed in this room
Cussing the things in the dark
Though I might be doomed
I’m gonna walk in the park

Bessie and Me

Us ol’ boys get lonely too

And when all those painted women just wont do

I go to my cow Bessie grazin’ in the barn

Stepped behind her and dropped my pants, didnt see no harm

Bessie kept on grazin’ and i never felt so good

 

Some bastard bureaucrat come around today

He’s mad and says they’ll come take Bessie away

I said it aint yore business ’bout Bessie

She’s mine and she loves me

You dont say nothin that aint a goddamn lie

You better leave before your balls are a bow tie

 

Bullshit is all over my face

Bullshit is all over my place

Bullshit and i’ll make ’em pay

Cause i’m gonna die of somethin’ anyway

 

I went to see old Bessie one last time

Said by god they’ll wont never take what’s mine

Made love to her again, dont remember when

I saw this kind of sunshine

 

There’s bullshit here but Bessie is my cow

All their bullshit dont matter no how

Of all the females Bessie’s my favorite

And my cow just died and i dont need no bullshit

 

Homeboy Security is beating down my door

Guess they want the .22 hidden underneath the floor

But my hand wont waver on the detonator to this keg of dynamite

I’ll blow ’em all to hell and me into that holy light

 

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

 

What?  Where am i?  What is this place…Bessie?  Is that you? 

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

In this place they wont give us no bullshit