- the following four are from the promo CD, "Don't Buy or Sell, It's Crap" Kissing In Action (P. Westerberg) ______________________________________________________________ Oh, oh Were you whispering a Secret to him in his mouth Or were you reassuring him In the battle of the sexes There ain't no doubt Kissing in action, a call to arms Can't fight the attraction K-k-k-kissing in action Oh, oh Combat hand to hand Don't you wait for your mandolin fleece Warfare, well I'm fair When you're out of V.C.'s I wait for you, I fight for you I got to lose, I got to do I wait for you, I wait no more Oh, oh Search parties call home I'm meeting you in the combat zone Kissing in action Oughta Get Love (P. Westerberg) ______________________________________________________________ Take me down to countryside, kick me on the butt Take me to my mother and tape my mouth shut Tell me child to rip it, beat me on the sink Tell me that I maybe and tell me that I did Tell me do ya wanna, if you wanna, then you oughta get love Tell me do you really, if you wanna, then you oughta get love I'm afraid of talking about it Tear me up, you tear me out You turn me loose and you go on about Baby, baby, baby, baby, you trying to do Tell me when I'm sleepy, I'm turning blue Ah, ooo Hey, hey, Mom, got to get a way out ????????????a fireplug, I just can't stand Tape me to a fence,???????????????????? Turning blue, turning green,???????????????? ?????????????????????????????????? Satellite (T. Stinson) ______________________________________________________________ Thirty more channels than you need Like a T.V. freak Some rabbit ears, some foil and a hanger Static on channel 13 Cleared long enough for seeing A jet flew overhead and it faded Couldn't find you any place upon my screen Bought a satellite, bought a satellite Bought a satellite, satellite Dug up from the depths of old man's sewer Southern float Although I couldn't name, I knew well Newscast end, still I'm rendered useless to my cause You're nowhere to be found on the airwaves So far from my reach Close enough to see Sleep beside the set at night I can't let you be Couldn't find you any place upon my screen Need to finally conquer this love affair Nothing's on the news Nothing I want to see but your face Like A Rolling Pin (B. Dylan, improv by P. Westerberg) ______________________________________________________________ Hey, Bob, c'mon in here and play the guitar Like a rolling pin Once upon a time, you dressed so fine Threw the Mats a dime in your prime Didn't you? People call, you say beware doll You're bound to fall, but we been fallin' through You used to laugh a lot At everybody that was hanging...out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud 'Bout having to be scrouging, well, your next meal How does it feel? how does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a Rolling Pin! People call and say beware doll But y'know you only get juiced in it Nobody taught you how to live on sixty dollars for three days But you're gonna get used to it You used to laugh a lot I used to laugh alot He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say do you want to make a deal? How does it feel? how does it feel? To be on our own, with no direction home Like a rolling stone