Gonna end it tonight Cold terrors in Camelot Laying down on the floor Under skies before satellites to light A saddle moving East in the night There's a bronco outside Riding down through old Camelot I'm headed out for the night Under skies before satellites deploy My family back to old Illinois Mary taps me on the back of the hand As Johnny shoots me in the back of the head Under skies before satellites to light My coffin moving west in the night Mary's sobbing in the back of the cab And Johnny paces in the back of the barn

There was a thick set man with frog eyes Who was standing at the door And a little bald man with wing-nut ears Was waiting in the car Well, Robert Moore passed the frog-eyed man As he walked into the bar And Betty Coltrane, she jumped under her table "What's your pleasure?" asked the barman He had a face like boiled meat "There's a girl called Betty Coltrane that I have come to see" "But I ain't seen that girl 'round here for more than a week" And Betty Coltrane, she hid beneath the table Well, then in came a sailor With mermaids tattooed on his arms Followed by the man with the wing-nut ears Who was waitin' in the car Well, Robert Moore sensed trouble He'd seen it comin' from afar And Betty Coltrane she gasped beneath the table Well, the sailor said "I'm looking for my wife They call her Betty Coltrane" The frog-eyed man said "That can't be That's my wife's maiden name" And the man with the wing-nut ears said "Hey, I married her back in Spain" And Betty Coltrane crossed herself beneath the table Well, Robert Moore stepped up and said "That woman is my wife" And he drew a silver pistol And a wicked bowie knife And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears straight between the eyes And Betty Coltrane, she moaned under the table Well, the frog-eyed man jumped at Robert Moore Who stabbed him in the chest And as Mister Frog-eyes died he said "Betty, you're the girl that I loved best" The sailor pulled a razor Robert blasted him to bits "And Betty, I know you're under the table" "Well, have no fear" said Robert Moore "I do not want to hurt you Never a woman did'na love me half as much as you You are the blessed sun, girl And you are the sacred moon" And Betty shot his legs out from under the table! Well, Robert Moore went down heavy With a crash upon the floor And over to his thrashin' body Betty Coltrane she did crawl She put the gun to the back of his head And pulled the trigger once more And blew his brains out all over the table Well Betty stood up and shook her head And waved the smoke away Said "I'm sorry, Mr barman To leave your place this way" As she emptied out their wallets she said "I'll collect my severance pay" And then she winked and threw a dollar on the table

Hey, woo Hey, woo Broken man and his wife with a child ain't got no hope Outta work outta time, old man winter's comin' on One meal ain't enough for three Is this the way its supposed to be Daddy just walked out mamma raisin' family Hey put your foot down and take a look round Don't like what you see No No No No No No Hey put your foot down and take a look round Don't like what you see No No No No No No Hey, Woo Hey, Woo Get in line there's no jobs and the kids are shootin' dope Outta work outta time mamma's startin' to lose hope, hope It ain't enough to pray When you got no place to stay Daddy just walked out mamma raisin' family. Hey put your foot down and take a look round Don't like what you see No No No No No No Hey put your foot down and take a look round Don't like what you see No No No No No No No No No Dear Mr. President There is trouble on the streets Now is the time and the test we must meet. Dear Mr. President, Take a look around Please Mr. President, Put your foot down No No No Hey, woo Hey woo

The Election of 1800 Can we get back to politics? Please? Yo Every action has its equal opposite reaction John Adams shat the bed. I love the guy, but he's in traction Poor Alexander Hamilton, he is missing in action So now I'm facing- Aaron Burr! With his own faction He's very attractive in the North, New Yorkers like his chances He's not very forthcoming on any particular stances Ask him a question: it glances off, he obfuscates, he dances And they say I'm a Francophile, at least they know I know where France is! Thomas, that's the problem; see, they see Burr as a less extreme you Ha! You need to change course, a key endorsement might redeem you Who did you have in mind? Don't laugh Who is it? You used to work on the same staff What? It might be nice, it might be nice To get Hamilton on your side It might be nice, it might be nice To get Hamilton on your side Talk less! (Burr!) Smile more! (Burr!) Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for! (Burr!) Shake hands with him! (Burr!) Charm her! (Burr!) It's 1800; ladies, tell your husbands, vote for Burr! (Burr!) I don't like Adams! Well, he's gonna lose, that's just defeatist And Jefferson? In love with France! Yeah, he's so elitist! I like that Aaron Burr! I can't believe we're here with him! He seems approachable? Like you could grab a beer with him Dear Mr. Hamilton: Your fellow Fed'ralists would like to know how you'll be voting It's quiet uptown Dear Mr. Hamilton: John Adams doesn't stand a chance, so who are you promoting? It's quiet uptown Jefferson or Burr? (Jefferson or Burr?) We know, it's lose-lose Jefferson or Burr? (Jefferson or Burr?) But if you had to choose! Dear Mr. Hamilton (Jefferson or Burr?) (Jefferson or Burr?) (We know, it's lose-lose) John Adams doesn't stand a chance (We know, it's lose-lose) So who are you promoting? (Jefferson or Burr?) (Jefferson or Burr?) But if you had to choose! Well, if it isn't Aaron Burr, sir Alexander! You've created quite a stir, sir I'm going door to door! You're openly campaigning? Sure! That's new Honestly, it's kind of draining Burr? Sir? Is there anything you wouldn't do? No, I'm chasing what I want, and you know what? What? I learned that from you (If you had to choose, if you had to choose) It's a tie! (If you had to choose, if you had to choose) It's up to the delegates! (If you had to choose, if you had to choose) It's up to Hamilton! (If you had to choose, if you had to choose) (Jefferson or Burr?) (Jefferson or Burr?) (Choose, choose, choose!) Yo (oh!) The people are asking to hear my voice (oh!) But the country is facing a difficult choice (oh!) And if you were to ask me who I'd promote (oh!) Jefferson has my vote (Oh!) I have never agreed with Jefferson once (oh!) We have fought on like 75 different fronts (oh!) But when all said and all is done Jefferson has beliefs; Burr has none (Ooh!) Well, I'll be damned! Well, I'll be damned! Hamilton's on your side (Well, I'll be damned! Well, I'll be damned!) And you won in a landslide Congrats on a race well-run I did give you a fight Uh-huh I look forward to our partnership Our partnership? As your vice president! Yeah, right! You hear this guy? Man openly campaigns against me Talking 'bout "I look forward to our partnership!" It is crazy that the guy who comes in the second gets to be Vice President Ooh! Y'know what, we can change that! Y'know why? Why? 'Cause I'm the president Burr, when you see Hamilton Thank him for the endorsement

Car full of dog hair, just you and me Up Fox River where my folks were born We should head out West, kid The call of the times She's sleepless and I'm so alone But neither knows Let's ride through the Badlands and smoke out the beasts In spaceships and cum-soaked motels I think she really loves me I felt her cry for the first time In rancid terrain, acid rain He's a madman in the Badlands A danger in the heartland, man A decent man on the lam I stand on the red edge She feeds the dog My depression is not her depression I'd like to be abducted To float in the air like Jesus The tables are turned inside me He's a madman in the Badlands A stranger in his own heart, man A decent man on the lam A decent man on the lam A descent into the mad Come on follow me

Don't bother me I won't ever be free of the aching I'll come around to embryonic sounds they tell me Dead soldiers lying in a room In a room you'll sleep your first sleep A power move to be constantly rude every morning I gave my word to try love so absurd in the springtime The distance comes when she comes home And fuck if I know why She's my best friend I am stuck in the aching again A vapid fight in blistered light Oh cloudless afternoon You'll never send Me out of the aching again Oh tender hall, the new moon is a sprawl in her echoes With bayonet, whittling bassinets on the table Dead soldiers lying in the trash In the back where you take your first step So bother me, I won't ever be free of the aching I hope you find I'm always good and kind when you need me Will distance come when she comes home? Man, fuck if I know how My blood will mend Me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again

He's Jonny Murphy and he's wearing Nazi flags He's licking rifles and he's sniffing in the trash Buying motor homes in Florida for to fund the fascist front His mother Sherry she is kissing photographs And sipping bleach between the tricks she kompromats Printing prints of phony princes all to purge the diplomats So I wring my hands out His father Thomas makes a living giving head To stop his family from blowing him instead But they're stabbing him to pieces in his Sarasota bed He's Jonny Murphy now he's knitting Nazi flags From bloody blankets and his father's favorite cat Burning motor homes in Florida for to find the fascist front So I wring my hands out