Cruisin' on my belly all night long, you gotta hold on
You gotta hold on, you got a rattlesnake I'm a rattlesnake

Everybody that's on my block
They're tired of me that ain't no shock
And I ain't got no idols
I ain't got much taste
I'm shiftless when I'm idle
I got time to waste<

otto

Everybody gotta go Otto, Otto
Everybody gotta go Otto-to
Everybody wants to know Otto, Otto

Everybody wants to know Otto-to

Tried to come over here
Tho

if_only_you_were_lonely

Well, I walked out of work
And I was tired as hell
Another day's come and gone and oh well
Somewhere there's a drink with my name on it

Well, I ordered a Scotch as

raised_in_the_city

Raised in the city
Ready to run
Cruise to the lake
Fun fun fun
Disinclined to groove around

Raised in the city
Raised on beers
She gets rubber

something_to_du

Delivering noise
Real tough boys
What else have I got
Half-priced drugs
Stolen guitars
What else is new
It's somethin to du
Somethin to du
Well it

taking_a_ride

Stay right there, go no further
Don't get a doctor, don't get my mother
It's too far to walk, gotta decide
Turn around, we're takin' a ride

So take another pill fro

i_bought_a_headache

And all I needed was just a breath of fresh air
I want a, I want a folding chair

St. Paul Civic Center
Giving me a 8 dollar and 50 cent
I bought a headache
I

darlin’_one


i’m_in_trouble


lovelines

Stop it
(sniffs)

Slightly overweight girls need sex also
Send your note and desires
Means of contact P.O. Box 8941

Baby you have been along
I'll

shutup

Well apathy's got a hold on me
And it won't let go
Tell me your problem, I'll tell you mine
Motherfucker you're gonna know
Well I can go for a change
Go for a jog
election_day

I meant to close the polls
In the chill night, bitter cold
Someone close the polls
On a chill night, in the cold

Election day
I can't stay
Wannabe, wann

hanging_downtown

I remember...ready?

Well it gets about three, everything is swell
C'mon down, c'mon what the hell
I know a better TV, there ain't a whole lot to see
When you're han

bastards_of_young

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ t