Let's Skip the Details

Baby's Got A Problem

Baby's got a problem.
She's not really normal.
And it's not really simple.
So I can't quite explain it.
Baby's got a problem.
It happened so long ago.
And I ain't much on memory.
So it's all kind of foggy.

But here I am. Stuck in the
middle of my baby's problem
and I don't know why.

Baby's got a problem.
It's not like she meant it.
Or even could know it.
It's like that sometimes.
Baby's got a problem.
It crept up like Mondays.
When she wasn't expecting.
It's like that sometimes.

But here I am. Stuck in the
middle of my baby's problem
and I don't know why.

Put It Away

You got them bad feelings
fucking up your day.

You got them shitty memories
clogging up your head.

You got an attitude and its
got to stop before it kills you.

It's just you standing in the way
now it's only you.

You can't hold on forever.
You've got to put it away.

You've got tremendous problems
fucking up your life.

You got a world to blame
for fucking up your life.

You're living a replay and it's
got to stop before it kills you.

It's just you standing in the way
now it's only you.

You can't hold on forever.
You've got to put it away.

Lay Down the Law

I'd like to kill my nan.
There ain't no words.
For what he's done,
there ain't no words.

I'd like to kill my woman.
There ain't no words.
For what she's done,
there ain't no words.

When the end is at hand,
there ain't no words
for how it feels.
There ain't no words.

When there's no turning back,
there ain't no words
for how it feels.
There ain't no words.

Lay down the law.
In the back of my hands
there is honor.

Lay down the law.
In the back of my hands
there is reason.

Lay down the law.
In the back of my hands
there is justice.

Lay down the law.
In the back of my hands
there is power.

Boiling Over

She says I'm falling down, tumbling down, pouring down,
icy and yet burning with an unseen flame.

She says I'm shining loud, horror stricken, laughing hard,
icy and yet burning with a passion boiling over.

I know power like I've never known myself to own
shaking my foundations to the very bone.

I'm at the threshold of a wondrous thing that's sure to bring
the house down and I know it's just a matter of time.

And I'm aching for this change.

But can this change, that seems so far away take hold
and make it all fall together in the end like I've imagined
it for days?  I'm just waiting for that moment when it hits.

Five Minutes

Under the black light
I see right through you.
And I'm reaching for nothing
'cause nothing is out there.
Just my heavy breathing
and I want It right now.
I can't shake this feeling
and I want it right now.

Five minutes is all I need.
Give me your hands.

Under the spotlight
we are one body.
Together we're reaching
for something beyond us.
And my heavy breathing
is blocking out all sound.
1 can't shake this feeling
and I need it right now.

Five minutes is all I need.
Give me your hands.

Just like a flashlight
we pierce through the darkness.
Our hearts are a hammer
beating from inside.
And they want to escape us,
pass into each other.
But we won't be broken,
'cause our need is right now.

Five minutes is all I need.
Give me your hands.

On Holy Ground

This room is full of the smell of blood on my hands.
The player strikes the last move out of his mind.
This game should not have ended with blood on my hands.
The gavel swings and pounds him back to the crime.

Don't ask me. Cause I ain't never been to prison.
Just ask your honor to sort it out.
Don't ask me. Cause I ain't never learned that lesson.
Too busy standing on holy ground.

I smell disaster coming down on my head.
A two week countdown to the end of the line.
Don't bet on this one 'cause you can't beat the spread.
The rope is calling as I start to unwind.

Don't ask me. Cause I ain't never been to prison.
Just ask your honor to sort it out.
Don't ask me. Cause I ain't never learned that lesson.
Too busy standing my holy ground.

This place could fill your dreams.
This place could kill your dreams.

Let's skip the details about this blood on my hands.
The rope is calling me.

Don't ask me. Cause I ain't never been to prison.
Just ask your honor to sort it out.
Don't ask me. Cause I ain't never learned that lesson.
Don't ask me nothing cause I've got nothing to hide.

The Escape Artist

The escape artist knows his faults
and decides when they threaten to outnumber him.
Magicians know the power of deception.
It's not a lie if you believe it.
And the day will come when you need to
throw your hands up in the air and say,
Where's the pilot of this spaceship?
Which steps will take me down the right road?

His biography's a parody of sorts.
An exercise in making history absurd.
Shining example of simplicity and virtue
a golden idol to distract you from the truth.

Not a Pretty Sight

It's not a pretty sight.
Laying your cards on the table.
Can be a hell of a mess.
Exposing demons.

Sometimes you have to take a few steps backward.
Sometimes you have to make some ugly choices.

It's not a pretty sight.
Going back to chapter one.
Can be hell of a job.
Starting over.

Sometimes you need to feel the pain all over again
Sometimes you need to steal life from the Jaws of death.

It's not a pretty sight.
facing up to you.
Can be a lonesome trip.
Excising demons.

Sometimes you never know what's around the bend.
Sometimes you have to go one step further.

The Water's Edge

She waits down by the water's edge.
She dreams of a simpler time.
She waits down by the water's edge.
She dreams of a simpler time.
I couldn't watch.  I couldn't walk away.
I couldn't give.  I couldn't give it up.

She waits for an explanation.
She needs a reason why.
I couldn't speak.  I couldn't give an answer.
I couldn't speak a word at all.

She waits for a sign of life.
She searches for a little spark.
She waits for a sign of life.
She searches for a little spark.

I am a candle in a vacuum.
My face is stone.  My lips are frozen.

If I seem a little scattered to you now,
it's just because I haven't learned my lesson well.
If I seen a little shaken to you now,
it's just because I haven't really let it go.

Bad Judgement Day

I'm moving through this day in a slow motion dance.
I'm dealing heavily In the politics of chance.
Opportunity knocked but I couldn't get out of bed.
Soap me up for judgement day.

All my children washed down the drain.
The days of our lives slide on by.

As the world turns we lose our balance ever so slightly.
Only one life to live but it's always enough now isn't It?

I'm wasting away in a hypnotic trance.
Don't feel too bad cause I can't feel at all.
I'm not lazy, I'm not crazy, I just don't feel like cashing in
my time for your profits and a pittance that you call a living.
I'd rather just stay in bed and watch...

All my children washed down the drain.
The days of our lives slide on by.
As the world turns we lose our balance ever so slightly.
Only one life to live but it's always enough now isn't it?