These lyrics are from the //Skyway\\, the Replacements mailing list. Information about the //Skyway\\ is following these lyrics. Please feel free to spread this file to any lyrics server! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 10 Aug 1994 11:14:01 -0500 (EST) From: Jim Gould Hey, Matt -- These are lyrics to Chris Mars' _Horseshoes & Hand Grenades_, straight from the man himself. I'll explain: I sent a letter to the address given in the first album's sleeve, and I got these lyrics, issue #1 of "News From Mars", and a photo of Chris, with the words "Hey James. On location at the North Pole. C. Mars" written on it. All this for the price of a stamp. :D Anyway. Here goes.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reverse Status -------------- Grew up in a wealthy clan guilty 'bout the silver spoon started trying to hide it at an early age fantasized about the poor turned into a wanna-be now he lives in a shack, hiding his degree Proud of his reverse status mom and dad say don't be mad at us you've got your reverse status now Friends they don't know his past but it's obvious when he overacts like he's a beaten man But he don't fool us no, he don't pull the wool but for now we'll let him think that he can Proud of his reverse status Living out some tragic fantasy Can't lose that reverse status now Give it up, you ain't no poor boy You got your trust fund in the bank It's all relative to where you want to be Just so long as it ain't fake Proud of his reverse status... Popular Creeps -------------- Just around the corner there they are again legends in the minds of those around if they try to slap us with their ego size gather up the clowns to cut them down Chorus: Popular creeps are talking bad about us when our backs turned They better leave us loners alone Popular creeps are riding high until the day they get burned Who's gonna love them when they're unknown? Holier than thou egos to make you sick Seven hundred hard slaps wouldn't help Some would lick their boots simply 'cause they exist Others would conclude it's time to mix Chorus Here they come; you mice get ready It's time to cut them down Chorus Here they come, the clowns get ready the tables turn, the creeps all learn It's time to cut them down Outer Limits ------------ I'm winding up my grey soft engine outer limits bound There your status ain't contingent on if your nose is brown A back gets tired of bending over the chiropractor's out of town The hierarchy and its limits bound to get you down You can see it on my face I'm searching for another place I don't need a white powder booster Or more liquor to cool my jets Aimless dialogue now that's up to you, sir Everyday it's getting older you can bet My outer limit old steam engine Whistle blowing stacks Is calling all my future box cars to another track I'll sit and have a a few ice cold ones I'm gonna fill my mind with play My outer limit train ride's taking me out of the way Before It Began --------------- I remember fire and the strong desire Backstreets and alleys on summer nights catch us raising hell snot nose criminals smoking kids by the schoolyard bell Before it began There was strength in it Never took no shit Seventies friends come forth again to erase the gap Recalling a history they can't touch them days Before it began Since there's been much but not enough to make us strange to a past still in touch and what left has now returned it's coming back it's coming strong Stormy clouds above As the sirens howl Days of thunderous freedom sparks of life and of fight unlimited vision with a focused sight Before it began Since then I've gone but some people and place since then amount to something small and I'm free just like before won't stand for any more shackled handouts won't take no more What's left has now returned it's coming back it's coming strong Get Out Of My Life ------------------ She said You've been a low down dirty rat in the heap yet you've got the nerve to show your face I said would you please believe I guarantee I'm on the level I swear I ain't done nothing, that's the truth But she said (Chorus) Get out of my life Start making tracks There's no chance in hell I'm Gonna cut you slack You've been lying Get it on the side clown Worse than the doghouse this time I'm beyond hope But I ain't got the nerve to give up yet Cut me one more chance honey This time you won't regret it No more shifty tricks, no more deceit But she said (Chorus) Out of the window all my stuff lands at my feet I can take it in stride I'll just sit down on the curb and let it slide Monkey Sees ----------- Something follows blind on the trail behind Like a bent disciple carbon clone With a half-assed act and a see-through wrap Now everybody's going home Better follow close Better follow fast Better heed the keeper's call like a wind-up toy or a faithful dunce Like an imitation on the make Always within reach Of the keeper's leash Sits a modeled molded yes-man fake Better follow close Better follow fast Better heed the keeper's call Monkey emulates Monkey bends and shapes Monkey sees and monkey does Zilch bent chimps on the narrow route Minds with walls around walls One only way One only pleasure Monkey sees Monkey does Ego Maniac ---------- Once I was so wrong when I thought I was conceited I decided young that a conscience wasn't needed Nobody likes an ego maniac Move aside you mice Let the king go up the ladder Charity's a vice I'm the only one that matters Nobody likes an ego maniac Confess now to me Who's the best Can't you see? Kneel at my feet right now... Midnight Carnival ----------------- Guaranteed you'll come for more file in through the funhouse door Freak theaters about to begin Circus hack whiny speech lures you in Three dwarfs walk broken glass Bright lights flash green and scarlet Carousels twist on and on File into the midnight carnival Mouse on a stick is a dandy meal Something cackles in a cage on wheels Gulliver's monkey toss through the tire Three legged lizard boy swallows fire Show barkers call your name Large evil clown eyes peer down Lights put you in a trance Welcome to the midnight carnival Go to bed There's no one there I We Me Us Them --------------- Seems like years and no one visits anymore What did we do so wrong? They say that someone born with many sides Can make it hard to get along I disagree, I think it's them who mixed up Lock them up and set us free (chorus) Why can't I be on the street? I'd love everyone we meet I'm ready there's no doubt Somebody let us out Regulate our pills so we don't overdose Let the TV soothe our fears Medicate my brain until I'm comatose Till we no longer care (chorus) Twenty voices in my head None of them me Want to be free Everyone is on the street Everyone except for I me we us them Don't You See It ---------------- Your eyes tell on you and your life is your only one Why is it that you try to destroy it? Like a sucker in the scene You had to go lose yourself Now you're going out of your way to enjoy it (chorus) Don't you see it? Can't you see right through it now? You'd better get out fast before it consumes you You knew it very well that real damage could be done You knew the line was drawn and you crossed it And you became what you hate It used to feel kind of fun You used to have a mind Till you lost it (chorus) Do you get feeling down? Do you need anyone? Everything evolves to nothing and you're still on the run Happy Disconnections -------------------- Land mines The same old ones We still kept stepping on them Exploding one too many times Shrapnel and scars remain But it don't match the pain That absence brings Stumbling blind drunk down the street Welcoming rejections Walking heaven easy street Happy disconnections Screwed up too many times I fooled myself to think That we could change our usual ways You kicked me out of your life I'm walking zigzags across the night Stumbling blind drunk fooled again Welcoming rejection Such a fine night out for me Happy disconnections No help no lies I'm gonna kiss it all goodbye No cold demise Just wine and lights and severed ties You changed all the locks Your phone number too Bartender one more round Does anybody have an extra couch Better Days ----------- Heaved up my apple jacks and shit my pj's My pillow's full of nasal drain Cartoon cowboys float by on broomsticks Through a field of mayonnaise Head's banging like a drum School's out but it's no fun There's yellow pigeons doing backflips Mother There's purple spots on Soupy Sales Trapped in the basement Five outer space men I know that I've seen better days Someone hands me lunch down through the ceiling Caked with rocket engine dirt Captain Sucker-punch Cues up for blast-off Up the witch's magic skirt Ears ringing like a train Too dizzy to explain There's Billy Mumy in my bathroom Mother There's purple spots on Soupy Sales Carnival basement Ape secret agents I know that I've seen better days Head's banging like a drum School's out but it's no fun There's Willie Ketchem playing Clancy's Mother There's purple spots on Soupy Sales Trapped in the basement Five outer space men I know that I've seen better days Mom says that I'm still looking pale City Lights on Mars ------------------- I'm so bored alone on Earth My wife traded me in for a man more than I'm worth The future's black The present's locked on sight At the dim orange ball up in the night (chorus) The city lights on Mars are burning The city lights on Mars are burning dim My solid face has turned to mush It's well over 100 and I'm covered in a black orange dust Deep down the past Lies in the rust terrain There's no more Earth There's no more pain (chorus) They burn on and on and on and on.... The Last Drop ------------- Harvey Bender's on a roll Two hags bicker in the hall Stella tells Bill her big time plans Self-assured Shaky hands Through the bad and lousy weather Lester's has-beens hang together There's no clocks No last call Old stories Smoky dentures Everybody's friends till the last drop Five old granddads Seven gins Runny liner Wrinkled skin Barney's pack of Lucky's just went stale The jukebox sings a has-been tale Bodies slumped in musty leather Lester's has-beens hang together There's no clocks No last call Old stories Smoky dentures Everybody's friends till the last drop Nothing changes but the weather Never worse and never better Hopes the flow never stops Old stories Smoky dentures Everybody's friends till the last drop ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- / // The\kyway \\ / skyway@novia.net ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (c) 1996 Bastards of Young (BOY/BetaOmegaYamma) Productions list manager: Matthew Tomich (matt@novia.net) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SKYWAY SUBSCRIPTION/WEB PAGE INFORMATION Send all listserver commands in the body of a letter to "majordomo@novia.net" To subscribe to the //Skyway\\: subscribe skyway To unsubscribe from the //Skyway\\: unsubscribe skyway The //Skyway\\ web page: http://www.novia.net/~matt/sky/skyway.html ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Send submissions to: skyway@novia.net -------------------------------------------------------------------------------