The moon lights up over the battlefield now, With a blistering heat somehow Lifeless and broken heart to death, They should have just stayed home instead Stayed alive. We'll let her rice We gliss on some others eyes She wonders where when and why She could have tucket him in his bed, With a kiss on the cheek and his head He'd still lay Well the moon and the stars Can't cast shaddows on what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more The sun wakes up, bring sparkles in the morning light, Rubbs a belly bouncer head to cry, She lost him before they were wed But hes there in her heart and her head, hes still alive Well the moon and the stars can't cast shaddows of what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more Oh the moon lights up over the battlefield now.

Jerry was a race car driver He drove so goddamn fast He never did win no checkered flags But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver He'd say "El Sob number one" With a Bocephus sticker on his 442 He'd light 'em up just for fun Ahhhh Ahhhh Captain Pierce was a fireman Richmond engine number three I'll be a wealthy man when I get a dime For all the things that man taught to me Now, Captain Pierce was a strong man Strong as any man alive It stuck in his craw That they made him retire at the age of sixty-five Ahhhh Ahhhh Go! Hee hee hee! Dog will hunt! Ahhhh Ahhhh Jerry was a race car driver Twenty-two years old One too many cold beers one night Wrapped himself around a telephone pole, go!

Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich And I started to chew Pretty soon Ler's yellin Fish on. Fish on I was just a little pup And it was derby day Was dad and me and Darrell Out in San Pablo bay Taco flavored Doritos And my orange life vest Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon On twenty-pound test Now he fought that fish for an hour And a half Darrell'd say "Jump ya sons a bitch!" And he grabbed for the gaff When we got him in the boat He measured six feet long I was so danged impressed I had To write a song called Fish on T'was a bright and sunny day It was me and Todd Huth Fishin' shark and Stingray Out of Bohuas Lagoon Well hey, hey, hey I'll be screwed, Blued and tatooed Looks like I got me one of them Fish on. Fish on.

Amos Moses was a Cajun. And lived by himself in the swamp Hunting alligator for a living. Knock 'em on the head with a stump The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy Now everybody blamed his old man For raising him mean as a snake When Amos Moses was a boy, His Daddy would use him as alligator bait Tie a rope around his waist, Throw him in the swamp Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou Just about 45 minutes Southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam And his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could Eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses Now folks in South Louisiana Said Amos was a helluva man He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator. He only had to use one hand That's all he got left 'Cause the alligator bit him. Ha ha! Left arm gone clean up to the elbow Just about 45 minutes Southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam And his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could Eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses Here comes Amos And you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin So he hid in the swamp, I'm gonna get you boy. He never did come out again. Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to? Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou (3X)

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet These are the colors of the Seven When a rainbow catches their eye, they lure and beguile it These are the Desaturating Seven The Seven came a creepin' The Seven came to play The Seven filled the land with a cold dismay Seven came slaking their wretched thirst Desaturating colors 'til bellies burst The Desaturating Seven The Desaturating Seven Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet These are the Desaturating Seven With the grandeur of the world, they abuse and defile it These are the Desaturating Seven They fill their mouths with greed and take way more then they need Ha ho, the Desaturating Seven They're going to prowl and prey 'til the world is dark and grey Because they are the Desaturating Seven The Seven came a creepin' The Seven came to play The Seven filled the land with a cold dismay Seven came slaking their wretched thirst Desaturating colors 'til bellies burst The Desaturating Seven The Desaturating Seven

You can have a lolly pop A candy bar a jelly bean I'll buy you a rainbow To hang above your door It's pudding time Laughter is a sweet You can't put a price on When laughter's all gone Daddy won't buy you more It's pudding time It's pudding time children Money money money To buy you things Daddy's gonna buy you A diamond ring Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the kings horses and all the kings men Couldn't put Humpty together again. San Francisco Bay The Striped Bass are dying But you're gonna get That brand new bike Oh joy It's pudding time It's pudding time children

One, two When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school His mind would turn unto the waters Always the focus of adolescent ridicule He has no time for farmer's daughters Alienated from the clique society A lonely boy finds peace in fishing His mother says, "John, this is not the way life's supposed to be Don't you see the life that you are missing?" And he says "When I grow up I want to be One of the harvesters of the sea I think before my days are done I want to be a fisherman" Now years gone by, we find the man who rules the sea He sets out on a dark May morning To bring his catch back to this small community He doesn't see the danger dawning Four hours up, oh, the ocean swelled and swelled The fog rolled in, it started raining The starboard bow, oh my God, we're going down They do not hear his frantic mayday As he says "When I grow up I want to be One of the harvesters of the sea I think before my days are done I want to be a fisherman" "I'll live and die a fisherman" Call him John the fisherman Call him John the fisherman We call him John the fisherman