Tonight the city's like a Pacman board I wanna know how many power pellets 'til I get to your door All the angled streets and the blinking lights How many of my clothes on your floor? How many of my clothes on your floor? Oh you know who you are Just look out your window, the ghosts aren't that far There's smoke on the island and all five boroughs are watching There's smoke on the island and all five boroughs are watching When the world stops I wanna ride on you Your fingers are approaching my moves I'm on a joy stick ride I'm moving on to my next three lives I'm a quarter junkie and I'm thirsty for you I'm thirsty for you

Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet Yo, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and black This game's gonna give me a heart attack Ya got singles, doubles, and triplelets Do what ever you want, just pick your sticks My name is Rick O'Shea And I play blue Back in the day, I say "toodle-oo to you" See, I am the rover, got game like 4 leaf clover Hey wicket-- get your stick-et It's time to rock the court it's time to rock the court Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet (they did, they did) Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet Back in the day people used to get dressed up Back in the day people used to get dressed up Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet I'm DJ Wickett and I rule the court There's nine lives for me, ya hear that sport Putt puttin' through the holes got my back-up from my ho's Watch out-- this is a croquet hold-up! My swing is sweeter than a fat jelly donut! Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet Back in the day people used to get dressed up Back in the day people used to get dressed up Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet Excuse me I'm Roxie Roquet, I'm on green I inherited my stroke from the queen I've knocked lots of blokes off the green So put your pounds & your bucks on me I'm second only to capital B It's first come first serve the losers h'douerves I'm gonna wipe this boy thing clean I'm talkin' bout YOU O'Shea I'm talkin' bout YOU DJ Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet Back in the day people used to get dressed up Back in the day people used to get dressed up Back in the day people used to get dressed up To play croquet One, two, three, four, five six seven eight nine Do it in order, or lose your time Wicket sport is wicked rhyme Hate to break it to you but this court is MINE When we bend over, to take our putts All you puckered punks can kiss our butts!

When you were there i couldn't meet your stare I was a bad friend in a bad way now i've got nothing left to say I just tell it to my notebooks, like i could coat hooks And reel them in glassy-eyed, mornings wide open You never told me blind faith was like a mother You just ditch one and you go find another You never told me blind faith was like a mother You just ditch one and you go find another it's a dog grab dog world, she's not a dog she's a girl It's a dog grab dog world, she's not a dog she's a girl Well look look look they're selling her body for beer Saying look look look what's under here Profits for pussy giving not to her tushy Gets weak and meek when her thanks ain't in the bank Gets weak and meek when her thanks ain't in the bank it's a dog grab dog world, she's not a dog she's a girl It's a dog grab dog world, she's not a dog she's a girl I looked through all of those magazines I found not one picture of me I found skeletons of humans pushing dollars like they're brooms And no room for those flowers to have blooms I just walk this block the gentrification clock goes tick tock tick tock who will they squeeze out this time push the poor people out to where we can't hear them whine change the names of the neighborhoods Where the painted over shootings make the pavement look good Invite the white upwardly mobile home then try taking a lease out on all the poems Do you buy those rhymes because they're packaged sublime While great artists starve to death all the time? Do you buy those rhymes because they're packaged sublime While great artists starve to death all the time? it's a dog grab dog world, she's not a dog she's a girl It's a dog grab dog world, she's not a dog she's a girl

You left out of the bar into my car kissed me goodnight You got onto your flight Out of my car and into the stars Where she waits for you On the other side No talk of me in her eyes I left glitter on your lips You said that we could look forward to it But you're too cool with your moustache of women I wish that you would just stand up or give in But you hold back like arrested love I hold inside, gripped like a glove Are you cuter than cute or just a beautiful brute Your fingers clench, you disappear into your appartment I drive until the sun comes up Ahead of me the road again looms long I want you in my bed I want you in my song Sometimes poems come easier than words I wish but I don't wish you weren't with her 'cuz you left out of the bar Into my car kissed me good night You got onto your flight Out of my car and into the stars Where she waits For you

I gave you my time 1/2 naked in the city you were all just whine not feeling my pretty Your mouth was dripping i called you and you came but heavy and unwilling or was your cool just chilling and i just wanted filling Your heart was clogged you were bogged down by your past and fear I reached inside pulled out something glistening and said "here" See what pussy produces It slow leaked from my tongue it ran down your phone line and now this line is done I gave you my time 1/2 naked in the city you were just all whine not feeling my pretty

This is the story of Betty and Sue Two women left their husbands For each other I was watching Oprah yesterday And Gloria Steinem came on to say.. Bitch: Gloria Steinem? Who's Gloria Steinem? Animal: Gloria Steinem's a famous feminist She says there's no separation between housewife and feminist She says you can be a housewife and a feminist Bitch: Really? All you housewives can be Famous feminists just like me Now I am cooking the veggies and valuing myself cooking the veggies and valuing myself cooking the veggies and valuing myself Gloria where have you been? You've become my inspiration Gloria where have I been? All these years I've been listening to Jim "Get out of the way of the game Where's my dinner?" Gloria please save me now I need to free myself please tell me how I am becoming a coward Gloria Steinem, where are you now? Gloria Steinem, wait a minute I heard on public radio that Gloria Steinem was gonna be speaking at a rally for women's rights in Washington DC Gloria, Gloria, I'm buying my ticket today I'm going to the rally in Washington I'm gonna see her at the rally in Washington I'm gonna find her at the rally in Washington I can't wait for the rally in Washington Animal: Shit Sue! What am I gonna tell Jim? Bitch: Tell him you're on a business trip Animal: Business trip? Sue, I'm a housewife... Bitch: Alright, tell him you're abducted by a strange group of aliens Animal: No Sue he watches the X-files he knows the difference between real aliens and fake aliens Bitch: They took a specimen out of your left breast and planted it into Washington DC and now you've gotta go there to rediscover a part of yourself (Jim) "Rally? Women's rights? Who the hell you think you are?" My name is Betty and my name is Sue And there's a lot of thing we can do Cause we are the wannabe feminist housewives We are gonna be feminist housewives See you later Jim I'm going to the rally in Washington Bye bye! Bitch: That was five years ago, today I said: Herb, you can take you're SUV and shove it up your ass Me and Betty, we're hitting the road I'm switching out of wife mode I don't know Herb; it's not like I have anything against you It's just; well you're not really my type Herb Look, look, there's no need to argue, this is goodbye Herb And Herb, I'll try not to slam the door on my way out okay And try not to choke from the dust coming from my heels, Herb Oh and Herb, don't forget to feed Olive Oil, ok? (to the cat): Bye Olive Oil (Meow) And suddenly, Betty and I were free We were finally free Going to the rally in Washington On the road to the rally in Washington I couldn't wait for the rally in Washington Hey Sue, we're almost to the rally in Washington Well I'm sure it's not hard for you to imagine what happened in that car on that road to that rally in Washington DC, right? Some people say that it was destiny that Betty and I got in that car and got on that road to go to that rally Some people say that a band of angels guided our car on that road It was something about the moon or the way her skin mixed with the vinyl I realized I've been lusting after Sue for four years now I've been lusting after you for four years now I've been lusting after you for four years now I've been lusting after you for four years now Oh my god Betty Oh my god, Oh, My, god I'm a dyke I'm a dyke I'm a dyke I'm a dyke, dyke, dyke, dyke, D-D-D-dyke We're great moms!!

Don't do crystal Don't do boys Don't do boys who do crystal Don't do crystal, boys

If alla you men are making money Offa callin' us bitches then i'll just do it myself But i'll be making some switches See Eminem will be my faggot bitch for awhile I'll bend him over hard but it'll do it wit style Cuz i ain't got no 'tience this time of year For all you frat boys dissin' on the queers I ain't got no 'tience this time of year For all you frat boys dissin' on the queers That song about the closet it reminds me of being gay Hey Eminem why don't you lead the fuckin' pride parade? Show the queers You're not afraid to take it in the rear From Holly Near or Britney Spears Not quite a girl not quite a woman How about a butch dyke riding your bike How about you slip on a skirt and I'll slip you a shirt to put on after i put it in I wish howard zinn would run for president I'm so sick and tired of all this shit I ain't got no 'tience this time of year For phony presidents always pushing fear I ain't got no 'tience this time of year For phony presidents always pushing fear I still could go to jail for taking off my shirt And that tranny will still get fucked with for wearing a skirt And i'll get protested for singing for naked women and my Pal marshall is gettin' it just for being him And my shit--radio won't even play it cuz it's coming from a tit We need to get together and make a spark Take over central park stop this fucking war Be nice to each other that'll even the score Make the world what we want to live in so no one's got to give in Past present future you just felt them all Now and then some and then we come For a moment there's nothing wrong just a song Cuz i ain't got no 'tience this time of year For all you frat boys dissin' on the queers I ain't got no 'tience this time of year For all you frat boys dissin' on the queers

World Trade Center, center of the sky Oh looming phallic destiny Running slave ships on the side Did you fall cuz chaos came Or are you chaos with another name? You tried to build power Out of steel and glass And then got it knocked down On its ass You lured the people there With your corporate sneer and cheer And the people all went in American dreams got built on fear And now the smoke is all we see crawling corpses over our city The planes are in my hair I can't even make a phone call From up here And the smoke is rising And flags are too Propaganda prop your hands up Good and evil goo And all the citizens are encouraged to pray But two hands together Never made slaves not slaves And the robot president Blinks three times In between his booze and lines He says were going to win Win what? Hypocrites are bloody in their guts Now all five boroughs are watching Dust and dying floating up From the bottom of Manhattan It's my generation growing up

There's a helicopter with a searchlight as big and bright as a star wars sword about two blocks from here where the people are mostly poor the cops say they don't know who's flying that thing and it's loud, it got me out of bed to witness their sting who wronged who. who's running. and what race First I'm scared like there's some monster on the loose then i'm like oh right there's monsters everywhere it's just which side they choose maybe who they're after is the invisible man and they won't even catch him until he's got his hands in the white world's cookie jar they'll never catch him Great men have lived in subways women have sculpted homes out of dirt eight men live in the sewer at the basement of our earth it's our face on all those coins we've made murder into money we've just pulled profits from people's deaths we've been duped and regrouped so we could all fear each other then we believe in this because we can't even imagine another All saints all prophets all stories all storytellers all whores all birds all people who've come out tonight to be heard all women all witches all bitches all trannies all scrotum toters all glass blowers all chicks with big fannies all dealers all healers all self righteous kneelers all artists all poems all same thing over and over again all artists all poems all will all continue forever no creation no destruction we are all here we have always been here we are all here we will always be here no matter how the search ends no matter how far it bends

On cities, in farms Plant power in your arms Keep on my babies, dream bright Feed, feed on the light Of the Sparkly Queen Areola All hail the Sparkly Queen Areola