First single from upcoming full-length release I'm not satisfied with my nine to five Unamused, so confused by my boss's jive I'm not satisfied with this routine bore On a scale of 1 to 10, I'll take 24 I don't want no nine to five I can't stand to be inside I guess I'm ready for the ride I wanna live the jazzy life Got a strict policy against strict policies Hey there mister fussy face Don't go pointing your finger at me-I Might bite it off, I'm so unimpressed Sure honey, I'll follow suit if you follow my dress! Justified, choices in your life Good luck for the ride, won't wait for a sign Don't let the naysayers speak your mind Can't stand to hear you whine You might wanna fight when circumstances rob you blind (You're so blind! Open your eyes!)

Never told you, but I meant to Before I could begin. Even then, I loved you even then. See my heart is, Scared of places, that its never been. But even then, I loved you even then. If my voice should, start to tremble, If I am shaking I love you now, like I loved you even then. Even if its uphill now (See my heart is, scared of places) Even when I can't say how (that its never been) Even when My heart won't stop pounding, Even then I'll keep on even then I loved you even then. Even if, It's uphill now, Even when, there's no words how, When my heart pounds this loud, Even then. If I left you, I never meant to, And I won't pretend. Even then, I loved you even then If I just knew, How to show you, Let me try again, I love you even now, Like I loved you even then. Even then

Use the past Use your pain Never ever try to entertain Let Stanislavsky be your umbrella Mumble your words! Unless they're... Stella! Use justification, improvisation Plus some emotional masturbation Visitor from the Western coast! Can you dig it I dig it the most! In history there's this doctrine called Monroe Which basically told the enemy where to go It was created to nurture and protect But now a new Monroe doctrine is in effect So go tell Mr. Zanuck to read it and weep 'Cause I'm not just here to dig I'm here to dig deep From the 20th century Foxholes I'm released And just like the sun, I'm rising in the east I made a move from that permanent state of sadness To prove there's a method to my madness I'm waking up from that 20th century sleep I'm not just here to dig I'm here to dig deep Well there ain't no sin to remove your skin And to take a look under the hood Mm-hmm Well you must dispel the outer shell Though you have to admit my shell looks good You're tearing me apart! I'll finally get to use my mind's interior And not only just my bust and my posterior 'Cause the true inner self you can't avoid And we're just nuts about Sigmund Freud So open up my id for a good clean sweep 'Cause I'm not just here to dig No, I'm not just here to dig Oh, I'm not just here to dig I'm here to dig deep Motivation, concentration, exploration So Deep!

What am I to you, just someone you're going to use Until you have the one you always run to And spend the rest of your days, living in her haze Can't tell if love's your drug or if its the cocaine I remember you saying, you wouldn't ever bring me pain Your lies hit me like a train, now I'm sick of everything Thinking wouldn't it be nice, had I never seen your eyes Never walked into that bar that July night And wouldn't it be great, if I never knew your name You left me wondering if I'm the one who's insane I'd like to say from here on out I'll think twice Take a little of my own advice, try my luck and find a really nice guy But lets be honest I wont, I got too far out on this sinking boat Nothin to do now but see if I drown, or if the liquor helps me float But if it don't down I go, to rock bottom or below Won't be no use in trying to drag myself back to shore Baby I'm sure We opened that door Now I'm done for And what am I to you, someone to pin the blame to Someone to take the fall lost in it all, you planned it didn't you Now all I see is a ghost of myself, before it all went south Bought any lie that you'd sell, caught in your hell I need to find my way out of this cycle Cause if I don't down I go To rock bottom or below Won't be no use in trying to drag myself back to shore Baby I'm sure We opened that door Now I'm done for Oh if I don't down I go To rock bottom or below Won't be no use in trying to drag myself back to shore Baby I'm sure We opened that door Now I'm done for Oh I'm done for

And now, the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail In their rendition of the Cell Block Tango! Pop! Six! Squish! Uh Uh Cicero Lipschitz! Pop! Six! Squish! Uh Uh Cicero Lipschitz! Pop! Six! Squish! Uh Uh Cicero Lipschitz! Pop! Six! Squish! Uh Uh! Cicero! Lipschitz! He had it coming He had it coming He only had himself to blame If you'd have been there If you'd have seen it I betcha you would have done the same! Pop! Six! Squish! Uh Uh Cicero Lipschitz! You know how people Have these little habits That get you down. Like Bernie. Bernie like to chew gum. No, not chew. POP. So I came home this one day And I am really irritated, and Looking for a little sympathy And there's Bernie layin' On the couch, drinkin' a beer And chewin'. No, not chewin'. Poppin'. So, I said to him, I said, "Bernie, you pop that Gum one more time..." And he did. So I took the shotgun off the wall And I fired two warning shots... ...into his head. He had it coming He had it coming He only had himself to blame If you'd have been there If you'd have heard it I betcha you would Have done the same! I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years ago And he told me he was single And we hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd Fix him a drink, We'd have dinner. It was like heaven in two and a half rooms And then I found out, "Single" he told me? Single, my ass. Not only Was he married ...oh, no, he had six wives. One of those Mormons, you know. So that Night, when he came home from work, I fixed him His drink as usual. You know, some guys just can't hold Their arsenic. Hah! He had it coming He had it coming He took a flower In its prime And then he used it And he abused it It was a murder But not a crime! Pop, six, squish, uh-uh Cicero, Lipschitz Now, I'm standing in the kitchen Carvin' up the chicken for dinner, Minding my own business, In storms my husband Wilbur, In a jealous rage. "You been screwin' the milkman," He says. He was crazy And he kept screamin', "You been screwin the milkman." And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times." If you'd have been there If you'd have seen it I betcha you would have done the same! Mit keresek, én itt? Azt mondják, Hogy a híres lakem lefogta a férjemet én meg Lecsaptam a fejét. De nem igaz, én ártatlan Vagyok. Nem tudom miért mondja Uncle Sam, hogy én tettem. Probáltam A rendőrségen megmagyarázni de nem értették meg... Yeah, but did you do it? UH UH, not guilty! My sister, Veronica and I had this double act And my husband, Charlie, Traveled around with us. Now, for the last number in Our act, we did 20 acrobatic tricks in a row One two three four, five... splits, spread eagles, Back flips, flip flops, One right after the other. Well, this one night we were in Cicero, The three of us, sitting up in a hotel room Boozin' and Havin' a few laughs And we run out of ice. So I go out to get some. I come back, open the door And there's Veronica and Charlie doing Number Seventeen- The spread eagle. Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out.I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later, When I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead. They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming all along I didn't do it But if I'd done it How could you tell me that I was wrong? They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They had it coming They took a flower All along In its prime I didn't do it And then they used it But if I'd done it And they abused it How could you tell me It was a murder That I was wrong? But not a crime! I loved Alvin Lipschitz More than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy... Sensitive... a painter. But he was troubled He was always trying To find himself. He'd go out every night Looking for himself And along the way He found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary and Irving. I guess you can say we broke Up because of artistic differences. He saw himself as alive And I saw him dead. The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All along 'Cause if they used us 'Cause if they used us And they abused us And they abused us How could you tell us How could you tell us That we were wrong? That we were wrong? He had it coming He had it coming He only had Himself To blame. If you'd have been there If you'd have seen it I betcha You would Have done The same! You pop that gum one more time! Single my ass. Ten times! Miert csukott Uncle Same bortonbe. Number seventeen-the spread eagle. Artistic differences. I betcha you would have done the same!