Well, I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style. Yeah, my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild. Mom and Dad had a plan for me, It was debutantes and er-symphonies, But I like my music hot; I like my women wild. Yeah, an' I like my women just a little on the trashy side, When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed. Too much lipstick an' er too much rouge, Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused. An' I like my women just a little on the trashy side. Shoulda seen the looks on the faces of my Dad and Mom, When I showed up at the door with a date for the senior prom. They said: "Well, pardon us son, she ain't no kid. "That's a cocktail waitress in a Dolly Parton wig. I said: "I know it dad, ain't she cool, that's the kind I dig." Yeah, an' I like my women just a little on the trashy side, When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed. Too much lipstick an' er too much rouge, Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused. An' I like my women just a little on the trashy side. Instrumental break. I like 'em sweet, I like 'em with a heart of gold. Yeah an' I like 'em brassy, I like 'em brazen and bold. Well, they say that opposites attract, well, I don't agree I want a woman just as tacky as me. Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side. Yeah, an' I like my women just a little on the trashy side, When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed. Too much lipstick an' er too much rouge, Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused. An' I like my women just a little on the trashy side. Yeah, I like my women an' I like 'em on the trashy side.

Lately I've been making money, magic But I'm caught up in the traffic Killing verses, that's a habit Yeah, I'm always stacking, laser tracking Always down to make it happen Wrapped in plastic (wrap it, wrap it up) Remember back, back, addicts in the attic I was working, Mickey D's Can't trust you (yeah I was working) September feelings, but we lavish on a plane Go to Paris, mass massacre, attacking Yeah I'm still flashy, knives of madness I'm a bore, bank is slacky, get slackin' Call me Alice, I've been poppin' a white rabbit We gon' make it rain cabbage in the palace Since a toddler, I've been swagging since a toddler I've been having, I'm your uncle, not your daddy Call me Alice, I've been poppin' a white rabbit We gon' make it rain cabbage in the castle Lately I've been making money, magic But I'm caught up in the traffic Killing verses, that's a habit Yeah, I'm always stacking, laser tracking Always down to make it happen Wrapped in plastic (wrap it, wrap it up) Remember back, back, addicts in the attic I was working, Mickey D's, can't trust you (Yeah I was working) September feelings, but we lavish on a plane Go to Paris, mass massacre, attacking

Keith Sykes About her eyes, now they're misty shinin' About her hair, it's long and clean About her face, now it's soft and smiling But you can't trace her thoughts 'cause they can't be seen When she flows by you so gently She brings a breeze that just cleans the air When she speaks it's barely a whisper That tries to hide but you know it's there She smiles at you and it sends you sailin' It sweeps you yonder along in the night You glide with ease and you hardly feel it But you tell you're driftin' in a moments flight When she leaves you become quite drowsy So you recline in your easy chair She's left you there to think in silence About her eyes, her face, and her hair

Paul Siebel Well come gather around me friends of mine, While I sing to you about a minstrel band Of children in their witches hats, Painting pictures with the pipes of pan How a young boy and his sister played some tunes Upon a whistle made of tin And led me through the flower gardens, Laughing at the postman's stubby chin And in my dizzy stupor, I was trying to forfeit all I'd known And listen to that music that could swirl me in a magic all it's own But somewhere in the distance, You and I, we fought our monsters to a draw It was in those days of books and wine, With Ferlin Getty grasping for a straw And out along the highways, We journeyed far to find that mystic smile Chasing down identities, My God we must have run a million miles So we can teach the children, Nothing, nothing but survival in the desert bare They can teach us how to laugh, How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair So sing for us you children, Tinkle bells and rhyme the purple, greens and blues Think of us as fighting fools, Who wintered through our seasons loving you Think of us as fighting fools, Who wintered through our seasons loving you Cause you can teach us how to laugh, How to love and tie bright ribbons in our hair

You are bound A slave of time Live in remorse No plans are yours It's all just in your head No one cares if you are dead It's time for you to see this clear That's why I shout in your ear Fuck Don't give a fuck Fuck Don't give a fuck Doomed to oblivion All dignity is long gone Is this really how you want to live your life? Get rid of your silly disguise Fuck Don't give a fuck Fuck Don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck