The Misinformed Vs. The Uniformed Words by Paul Streckfus Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus Did you hear the one About the man who bought himself a gun And shot every cop in view He said I'll never get done I'll never get through Until the last dead cop is glue Gonna make a huge paper-mache Cook up a deep stew Then we'll all eat good sleep good that day What about you? Gonna bring all the bottles bikes and bats Arm all the dogs and cats to the teeth You wanna be a lawyer? There's no future in law I've been hearing it all The whisper is the word But I'm not sure It’s just what I've heard What about you? What about you? Whatcha gonna do? Can you handle the news? Start your prayers! Stop the press! Everybody dress for success! Did you read the way Our country drove the terror away? And no one died Yeah right Now we occupy for the good of all Can you leave your TV sets To see what comes next? I'm waiting by Tell me about it! More news at five Check back again to see if I'm dead or alive What about you? What you gonna do? Can you handle the news? Start your prayers! Stop the press! Everybody dress for success! So I put on a tight fit And I zipped up right I had it all in place so square Infiltrated the layer of the high-top Where the plans are drawn They didn't know it was me I had a uniform on! And a gun with bullets For the assassination of number one He's going down like that! Start your prayers! Stop the press! Everybody dress for success! Suck for your death!

The Final Dis Words by Paul Streckfus Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus One for us One for them Don't be confused I achieve my end A final dis Yeah the final dis You want that but I want this But I’ll never return to the scene of the crime Ah the final dis Kiss my fist You want that? Take some of this! Oh I'm so glad Erase me from your list We like our new client Never return to the scene of the crime Could you get back in time The leper lost his face Yet another one took its place so fast Now he's only got one But this one Talks out of its ass Never return to the scene of the crime Never return to the scene of the crime Never return to the scene of the crime Never return to the scene of the crime Never return to the scene of the crime The final dis The final dis I got you, you got me It ain’t through But I got you last I burned your ass Give me a kiss All I wanted was just one kiss

Death of the Insect Queen Words by Paul Streckfus Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus Come visit me In the minefield My love Come under umbrella To protect your soft-skinned skull The forecast said There might be hail But I'm numb I’m numb Come visit me Oh please come My pets have wings of mercury And bodies of stone Please try not to step on my pets They are building me a nest to live in One with many windows and doors So I can spend my time locking And latching and locking Locking and latching and Locking and latching In the sky a roar fit to level My perfectly square-made house I've got some news for you You aren't gonna like it They don't talk back Driving by on I-35 The blue lights beckon These monsters to heaven Oh, I hope to go someday I might live under the freeway So I'm digging back under My skin might change color Singing to the bright lights Navigate me towards the moon

Mutant Lover Special Words by Lino Max Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus A proposition What’s your position? Like the coils of a snake we are joined Tail to head Head to tail Fangs break skin Could I have poisoned my best friend? I don't care who Ends up on top of who I don’t care who Ends up on top of who I'm taking the blood from your veins Don't complain When I Replace the drain You won't be the same I don't care who Ends up on top of who Mutant lover Mi amor Especial A proposition What’s your position? Wrestling on the porch outside A figure four We play too vicious I'm eating you Cause you're nutritious I don't care who Now there's something you must choose I don't care who Now there's something you must choose Mutant lover Mi amor A mutant But there is the question of incurable heartbreak In shambles Incurable heartbreak Broken records Incurable heartbreak Vacant lots Incurable heartbreak Unemptied ashtrays Incurable heartbreak In piles Incurable heartbreak On the floor Incurable heartbreak A kiss A touch Behind closed doors I'm taking the blood from your veins You won't be the same I’m taking the blood from your veins Don't complain

Victim Words by Paul Streckfus Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus I feel like Like I feel like Like I wish I had a gun in my hand Double-barrelled Loaded Yeah I'm going over to your house Walk over to your place Take your garbage cans And throw that shit all over the ground Yeah Just like that It'll be so easy I know where you live Whoo! Gonna take a huge rock Throw it through your front window Bang! I'm in I see you I know where you are It doesn't matter where you're hiding Nothing matters anymore Except what you done to me so long ago See you in the kitchen In front of your microwave In the bathroom Sitting on the toilet Wiping your ass Laying down on the bedroom floor In front of your mirror In front of your vanity glass In the living room It doesn't matter anymore No Because I'm dragging you out into the street I'm the victim I’m the victim I’m the victim Remember my face when you lay your head down Remember my face At night on your pillow case When you lay your head down at night With your socks pulled up You're so cozy you're so comft) And your covers over your shoulder I'm sorry I'm sorry It'll wash away the traces of fatigue (Windows open I'm coming in But not me Your morning glass of water Take a taste Not my memory Take a taste I wish I I I wish I had a long sword Razor sharp Double-edged Yeah! Gonna cut you open like a swollen fish Oh just like that Just like that See your bloody red gills pumping Sucking for H2O Your tail flapping around On the Gulf Coast of Mexico Gonna cut you open From ear to ear From chin to toe I see your heart pumping Reach my hand inside of there And give it a squeeze See the blood coming out Watch it flow Watch it run down your leg Down your pants Filling up the sea Filling Flowing over My cup runneth over I dig a hole I plant a seed I fertilize It grow so tall Going up going high high going up Going up to the sun Going high, high, high Gonna climb it Climb it Gonna build a grapefruit tree Going up just for me See that big juicy grapefruit Gonna eat that shit every morning for breakfast That will grow my vitamins ABCDEFG Up! Up! I’m the victim! I’m the victim! I’m the victim! Up! Up! Up! Up! I’m the victim! I’m the victim! I’m the victim!

The Fossil Words by Paul Streckfus and Lino Max Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus If a frozen fossil Said his prayers to the moon I know they’re coming soon So soon Each day I greet these frozen dinners Because they’re my family I learn the credo well As it is taught to me They live on top of me All these years Read the signs Fifty years ago in time Petrified Homogenized Layers of the forgotten The worst generation The one that was mine I learn the credo well As it is taught to me I learned to crawl on the land I always thought I would leave I always thought I would lead They live on top of me They live on top of me They live on top of me Lightning strikes the heart Blood beating cooly Now tearing skin apart Severed from the ground So glad that I am found Frozen fossil Frozen fossil You’re so proud You play it loud I’m slipping out of the buzz The here and now But don’t forget where you were born Who was there?

Matches For The Fuse Words by Paul Streckfus Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus Matches fit into a small box That is where they stay dry But once a match is lit Will let fire fly Straight up and down Like words Printed by a machine Bold and black And black on white And organized I wanted to find you I’m going to find it Soldiers at attention Ready for war with apprehension Soldiers Ready for war They got more than they bargained for Coming through on the tube A man with a piece On his head said There's a moon Encircling Satellite give us war crime scene I wanted to find you I’m going to find it I dodged five crazy motorists My brother and sister shooting bullets Send me back In a box over the sea Matches for the fuse Feeds the bomb that I sling A man once lit himself And his smoke was uncontrolled He let it roll up to the sky That looks down So cold All the king's horses All the king's men Threw up their arms At the sight of his skin Burning He was made from the mold Another matchbox Another matchbox Another matchbox sentinel

Having The Devil On Your Side Words by Paul Streckfus and Lino Max Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus Daredevil takes a ride Got his car on fire Cruising down a phantom wire Up ahead a brick wall No fear No fear He steps on the gas He collides But he survives He survives Top of the scraper Standing on a chair Balanced on a table Got his hands in the air He waves so long But he survives He survives Because he got the devil on his side Daredevil He’s got the devil on his side Dare Daredevil He’s got the devil on his side Adelita mi vida We are side by side It’s us against them Bullet-proof Buried alive It’ll take fifty tons of dynamite Inside of a steel box Throw out the keys Throw out the locks Just give us Give us one two three Minutes and you’ll see That the fire can’t take us No it’s just half-baked us Yeah we got the devil on our side We got the devil on our side We got the devil on our side We got the devil on our side We got the devil on our side We got him Right there yeah That old white piece of shit Down the block Living in a white house Got everybody Sucking his cock Shrouded in black Protected by lies The things he decides I wish he would die Adelita Adelita don’t say goodbye Adelita Don’t say goodbye so soon Raar! Raar! Raar! Raar! Raar!

Under The Lid Words by Paul Streckfus Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus With a very hard rock And a heavy brick I took my muscles To the edge of the lake Broke the surface Sucked in suffocation Walked onto the water Just like My sisters did Yelled out creatures the sky is a lid It's getting hotter And we can't get out Lid’s closed tight That we can't get out This planet is a prison but I see a small hole It's just big enough For me to climb out Under the lid Under the shell I bust the boundary That made Icarus fall We were all thrown in with famine and war To add some taste to the swill The politicians and the morticians Have set the table for the kill My phone's been tapped My job video-taped But they don't know I've been planning escape Watching the stars For the right time Keep a wide eye Under the lid Under the shell I bust the boundary That made Icarus Icarus Gonna build a rocket And go straight up Fly in a saucer To the lip of the cup You aren't seeing much When you say that's forbid Billion bubbles Five billion boiling under the lid Head straight for Mars Pluto X When I get there I'm gonna Get me some sex With the creepy crawly things That come up to speak The atmosphere is thick And I feel so weak When I get there I'm gonna raise hell As my bones start to freeze And my eyeballs melt Stick my ear underwater I can hear the creatures say I have just one wish to make Bust the surface Leave this lake Grow some bones for walking Got a lid of our own Stop your talking Got a lid of our own We live under a lid I live under a lid I live I live I live under a lid I live I live I live

Possession Weapon Words by Paul Streckfus Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus So many more So many many more This country I love her I made her my whore A sore slowly simmers On the tip of the core Two legs open Asking for more ha More! More! More! More! I’ll rip your ass with my double edge sword Suck your blood from the hole that I tore Two hands open Asking for more Got some power I'm rich you're poor Possession is a weapon Who's her greatest amor? Big cat big shot Sitting high above Got me staring down the barrel Of the money that you love Shirt so white so pressed Got my tie so tight Guess what I think I pass your test More! More! More! More! I'll lick the crap right off of the floor Suck your blood from the hole that I tore Two hands open asking for more saying Give me that Give me give me that Give me that Give me some of that Give me that Give me some of that shit Give me that Give me give me that Give me give me that Won’t you give me some of that? Possession is a weapon Big cat big shot Sitting high above Got me staring down the barrel Of the money that you love Shirt so white so pressed Got my tie so tight Guess what I pass your test More! More! More! More! I’ll rip your ass with my double edge sword A sore simmers on the tip of the core Two men in chains knocking at my door All day long we wait in line You chew the melon I see the rind How many dots on the grand design Hey get away that’s Mine mine mine mine mine! Give me that Give me give me that Give me that Give me some of that Give me give me that Give me that Give me some of that shit Give me that Give me some of that Give me give me Give me that Won’t you give me some of that Give me Give me that give me Give me some of that Hey ya hey ya ha

A Place To Crash Words by Lino Max Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos, Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus Twelve blocks to see my brother Something growing Something slowing to a grind Magenta sex covers the walk No trespassing spray painted in red I passed that sign one hundred times Santo Santo Santo I threw myself out a window It was pretty easy I didn’t even look down Canto canto canto All my trash is out on the curb Because tomorrow is the day Out at night the trip is the trick You're trying but you can't hide it The Phantom is my bike Do you want to ride it Take it off go anywhere you want to Just come back in time Because I got to go to work pretty soon The man at the door wants to see some ID And the line around the corner seems just that long Someone's always counting years Yeah this place sucks And I don’t even know why we’re here There's Raggedy Ann throwing out the empty beers I wonder if she counts them Was it just a lot of trash That’s all they sold tonight There's much more here Than a place to crash There's much more here for you There's much more here Than a place to crash There's much more here for you There's much more here Than a place to crash There's much more here for you There’s much more here for you All my trash is out on the curb Shaking like chicken with limbs akimbo Santo Santo Santo I threw myself out a window But I missed the curb Brush dust off It settles again I would burn down my house Let my lease burn All of my clutter flaming up to the sun If my neighbor down the street The one with the little dogs If she was looking on Would she throw her own junk on the bon? Her lawn decorations Throw it on There's much more here Than a place to crash There's much more here for you So much more than a place to crash They’re still here for you So much more than a place to crash There’s much more here for you So much more than a place to crash There’s much more here for you