The Devil You Know Album Lyrics


The Revulsion Will Not Be Televised

I’d rouse the rabble if I could find my pants

Without a billionaire, I haven’t got a chance

 

Under the radar they won’t detect us

The fossil record homo e-wrecked us

Another body for us to bury

But my rendition’s extraordinary!

 

The revulsion will not be televised

The revulsion will not be televised

If nobody’s watching, nobody dies

The revulsion will not be televised

 

You can swim against the current but you won’t get far

In case of rapture--you can have my car

 

Charles Darwin--his ghost is spinning

Under the headstone, no longer winning

We’ve got the specious, but not the order

Chasing our tails down on the border

 

The revulsion will not be televised

The revulsion will not be televised

If nobody’s watching, nobody dies

The revulsion will not be televised

 

(bridge):

And from this sea to shining sea

Doucheland, Uber, all is free

Not your country, not your land

When we’re all working on demand

 

Touched by an Angel, Survivor Twenty One

I’d storm the barricades if I could find my gun

 

Left behind, and now they’re voting

She’s a witch if she’s not floating

Another fool to bet the store on

But where’s the floor on oxymorons?

 

The revulsion will not be televised

The revulsion will not be televised

If nobody’s watching, nobody dies

The revulsion will not be televised

 

This Little Life

Twilight is falling

And it hugs me like a friend

I want it all to last forever

I'm just too old to pretend

 

Whistling past the graveyard

Waiting for the knife

But I’m always grateful for

This little life

 

Let’s make some phone calls

Don’t you recognize my voice

I’ve got your number on my speed dial

And you’re my very first choice

 

The body isn’t willing

But the spirit never dies

Flesh of my own flesh

This little life

 

I never was the praying kind

But I made an offer anyway

Send the butcher’s bill to me instead

I swear it’s OK

 

Hanging on a daydream

With 3 cats and a wife

It’s enough for me to love

This little life

 

Death and Texas

I lived the dream, and then some

Just south of Austin

My house was big enough for

you to get lost in

 

Sometimes you’re beat down

By unseen forces

I got invited up to

Human Resources

 

Come drain my pool

Come take my Lexus

Nothing in life is certain

But death and Texas

_____________________________________________________

My supervisor now is

Half my age

Unloading freight trucks for that

minimum wage

 

Employee discount--

My only perk

Can’t complain, I’ve got

the right to work

 

Still paying COBRA

on both my ex’s

Nothing in life is certain

But death and Texas

 

(Bridge)

 

My psychic angel

Works out of Dallas

Three bucks a minute for her

Absence of malice

 

She sees my future

I’m never lonely

It’s all for entertainment

purposes only

 

Down on the border, we’ve got

Hanging judges

Jesus forgives, but

the rest hold grudges

 

If they’re not guilty

It’s just too late

That’s how we roll down in

the Lone Star state

 

A thousand heads

A hundred axes

Nothing looks good to me now

But death and Texas

 

Blue Eighty Eight

Amethyst sky

Emerald trees

Nothing in this world

Can trouble me

 

Snow white sheets

Clean warm bed

A spanking new Garand

And a bandage for my head

 

And just when there was nothing left of me

Everything looks beautiful and free

Tomorrow I'll be flying true and straight

Just like a bolt out of the gate—Blue Eighty Eight

 

Cold bright sun

Winter kill

Frozen marble skin

And statue still

 

Scarecrow kids

Midnight flare

Carrion boys

A thousand yard stare

 

Getting back to something like complete

With my pals Fritz and Hans, and Willy Pete

Tomorrow I’ll be roaring proud and straight

Just like a lion, and I can’t wait—Blue Eighty Eight

 

And just when there was nothing left of me

Everything looks beautiful and free

Tomorrow I'll be flying true and straight

Just like a bolt out of the gate—Blue Eighty Eight

 

As Bad As It Gets

Almost a year ago

Someone who you couldn’t possibly know

Appeared before you like a ghost in the night

Still can’t believe you didn’t flee at the sight

 

Surely not the first time, hoping it’s the last

I know I haven’t sealed the deal

But I like the way you laugh, and I love the way you talk

So here’s my last appeal

 

This is as bad as it gets

This is as bad as it gets

This is as bad as it gets

The safest of bets

I’m not dead yet

 

Almost time to go

Best of intentions to take things slow

Such a noble plan

We let things get just a bit out of hand

 

And now you’ve heard the stories

Seen a thing or two

And time wounds every heel

 

You’re young enough to run

And I’m too old to wait

So here’s my final deal

 

This is as bad as it gets

This is as bad as it gets

This is as bad as it gets

All done with regrets

I’m not dead yet

 

Radio Free Jesus

Father’s in the fields

Digging two fresh graves

If I could hear what they hear

Floating on the waves

 

Stealing through the air

Like a thief in the night

If I could know what they know

I could make it right

 

The tubes glow like fireflies

I fold my hands and pray

My heart is filled with gratitude

In my own special way

 

Radio Free Jesus on ninety three oh four

All around the wireless, it’s safer on the floor

South Sudan in Focus and Health Chat in Dakar

On the hour

 

Leila’s cooking fool

For the living dead

Going through the motions

But they still need bread

 

Screaming down from the sky

Like a lion in the wind

Dropping from the clouds

Ringing in the end

 

For every promise uttered

And every prayer they say

A life that’s everlasting

If we make it through today

 

Radio Free Jesus here on seven three four oh

Vitamins in Basra to help the children grow

Sailing through the Bosporus while Ankara’s away

Every day

 

And my heart’s filled with gratitude in my own special way

For everything the fathers send, and everything they say

Sleeping on a precipice, daring still to hope

Bucket’s we’ve aplenty, but they forgot the rope

 

Radio Free Jesus here on ninety four oh five

Tune in after dinner if your family’s still alive

South Sudan in Focus and Health Chat in Dafur

On the hour

 

It's Orange in Sugartit Tonight

My old palamino is limping like a nag

Came up lame near Williamstown last night

Hoof looks pretty bad now--I wrapped it with a rag

Not sure if he’ll make it, but I’m hoping that he might

 

And we’ve been together since the second day at Shiloh

Saved my ass more times than I can count

 

And the clouds glow like peaches

In the dying summer light

It’s orange in Sugartit tonight

 

From Bull Run to Petersburg, never thought they’d quit

But Marse Robert has laid down his sword

I stopped writing letters home the third time I got hit

Wonder if they’ll know me when I walk through the door

 

I’ve killed twenty men, I guess, give or take a few--

Every face reminds me of myself

 

The sun drops like a hanged man

As the horse flies start to bite

It’s orange in Sugartit tonight

 

Mustered out in Danville with a medal and a horse

My old Navy Colt’s no longer feared

Passed a church near Crittenden but I held to my course

The Lord might be my shepherd, but I’m already sheared

 

I stood by the union now, ‘cause that’s just how I am

But my two brothers wore the rebel grey

 

And the clouds run like a bloody stream

In the dying summer light

It’s orange in Sugartit tonight

It’s orange in Sugartit tonight

 

The Devil You Know

Not the best idea I’ll admit

Had to tell my boss he can go piss up a rope

All the consequences I’ll get

 

In the larger scheme of fears

Won’t mean much in fifty years

Guess you might as well go

With the Devil you know

 

Didn’t think it through quite enough

Your pre-existing husband was treatable with drugs

Now that the going is tough

 

I know that the rent is due

Take a breath and drink a few

Living it up down below

With the Devil you know

 

All my plans for glory, sometimes they go astray

I know my own battleship will come in any day

We sailed for a year or two, but now it’s time to row

Soon, love, they’ll all eat their crow

 

With the Devil you know

 

Blood Moon

You won't find it in the papers, no one's got the balls

It's whispered in the alleyways and scribbled on the walls

Hail and fire and falling stars

Poisoning the water, looking up to Mars

 

Lonely fathers, grieving mothers

Heavenly brides for seventy brothers

Copper jacket over lead

Nip and tuck until we're dead

 

Blood moon--load up and lock

Blood moon--no time to talk

Blood moon--first out the door

I feel the red down deep in my core

 

Asked the Pope, Dalai Lama,

Jesus, Krishna and Muhammed

Hanging from a pilgrim's tree

But no one wants to talk to me

 

Hardly able, raising Cain

Burning bushes, burning rain

Seals on beaches. seals on scrolls

Empty words for empty bowls

 

Blood moon--slap it and lock

Blood moon--ready to rock

Blood moon--into the night

We'll be back early, unless there's a fight

 

Glen or Glenda predilections

Fertile Crescent interdictions

Apple corps, Intel and hockey

Bock's Car, Willy, Nagasaki

 

Blood moon--suck it and grin

Blood moon--let's count to ten

Blood moon--along for the fun

Can't complain--we had a good run

 

Socialism for the Baileys

Socialism for the Baileys

 

Cousin Josiah’s in his Hummer

Looks down his nose at welfare queens

He’s made a killing out of Uncle Chump

Gets paid for never growing beans

 

Socialism for the Baileys

They’ll show you a thing or two

Socialism for the Baileys

Magic of the markets for me and you

 

Flying the Gadsden banner with circumstance and pomp

He’d do more if he could but--he’d lose his workman’s comp!

 

Joe dreams of battlefield heroics

A Yankee Doodle do or don’t

He never got around to signing up

But you’re a traitor if you won’t

 

Socialism for the Baileys

Couldn’t hurt a time or two

Socialism for the Baileys

Magic of the markets for me and you

 


 

Fade to White Album Lyrics


The Daily Dead

She got her panties all in a bunch

We kicked the door in--I had a hunch

And now she's pissed I broke the lock

He had a knife--she he brought a Glock

 

One little column, beneath the fold

Don't get excited--

It's just the Daily Dead

You can read all about it

In the Daily Dead

Now I just have to shout it

 

Roscoe is lucky he's still alive

So many bullet holes--I counted five!

He's got a core pulse, but not a pedal

Won't take an IV--can't stand the needle

 

One little headline, next to the powerball

It's not a crisis--

It's just the Daily Dead

You can read all about it

In the Daily Dead

Now I just have to shout it

 

And my heart pounds now whenever I hear that wail

Just sent myself a white feather in the mail

But each day's a brand new leaf

In black and white and sans serif

She had more tattoos than teeth

 

Henry is marching down in the driveway

A naked soldier--smooth as a bluejay

Thanksgiving dinner--the fists are flying

Nobody's grateful--and grandma's crying

 

One little headline, next to the powerball

It's not a crisis--

It's just the Daily Dead

You can read all about it

In the Daily Dead

Now I just have to shout it

 

Fade to White

His mama said "It's more than I can bear"

So I got up from my director's chair

Makeup and a light couldn't put things right

But it won't matter when I fade to white

 

Doc said "Son I know you did your best--

"Time to walk away and let him rest"

The cast party's tonight--and I'm a goddamned sight

But it won't matter when I fade to white

 

No more hollow faces

No more cardboard signs

No more empty places for someone else to find

 

Dreaming in his semi-private room

Sixty years and still the blushing groom

I hope the smiles are bright when he goes down at night

But it won't matter when I fade to white

Finally time for me to fade to white

 

Someone's Going to Be Sorry Tonight

Up in my business, up in my face

Guess it's time to clear out this place 

Keep that Coke out of my Jack

Second ex-wife's still got my back

 

What's that tat say on your chest

Lift your shirt, let's read the rest

Feeling OK, a little bit tight--

Someone's going to be sorry tonight

 

Red Cordoba, black rag top--

Some tall skank wants me to stop

Take these cuffs off of my wrist

I'm no fun when I get pissed

 

Try and put me in my place

Wipe that smirk clean off your face

Feeling OK--a little but tight

Someone's going to be sorry tonight

 

And maybe you'll be next to make my day

Maybe I am really just as big a bastard as they say

 

Up in my business, up in my face

Guess it's time to clear out this place

Keep that Coke out of my Jack

Second ex-wife's still got my back

 

I've seen you somewhere before--

Pick your sad ass off the floor

Feeling OK, a little bit tight--

Someone's going to be--

Feeling OK, but something's not right

Someone's going to be sorry tonight

 

My Own Lovely Heart

My gifts are few and so hard to see

Just like the Invisible Man

But I heard you were blue, so I’m just checking in

Guess we all do what we can

 

Now I know you miss her

We miss her too

Each moment here is a moment too few

 

For those who are gone, or soon to depart

I’ll remember you all in my own lovely heart

 

They can laugh all they want--it’s nothing to me

Everyone’s somebody’s fool

Never regret what never could me

Some things you can’t learn in school

 

I love the dead

And I save them a place

Each empty chair is a smile on my face

 

For those who are gone, or soon to depart

I’ll be holding you close in my own lovely heart

 

I know you miss her--we miss her, too

And time is the best friend that we ever knew

 

For those who are gone, or soon to depart

I’ll be holding you close in my own lovely heart

Praying for you in my own lovely heart

 

Calling Mister Cambers

He's got a heart like rolling thunder

What God has blessed, she's ripped asunder

Got purple gators on two left feet

Mail order bride in full retreat

 

A little off--a little on

A little souvenir back from Khe Sahn

Sometimes he's clear, sometimes he's muddy

Time to check in with his pocket buddy

 

A goddess heaven-sent

The former Miss Tashkent

Came first, before she went 

to get away from Mister Chambers

 

A second cousin up in Toledo

Magnetic watch, Aunty Torpedo

Got brown chew bacca on his pajamas

Autographed picture of the Dalai Llama

 

It's time to earn your pay

Enola's not so gay

Got nothing left to say

You'd better check in with Mister Chambers

 

Got a hot tip on a quarter pony

Arkansas toothpick for his patrimony

Sawbuck riding on a bobtail nag

Goodwill tuxedo in a garbage bag

 

I miss shoe, buttercup

Maybe she just gave up

My tent still has a pup, 

So come on home to Mister Chambers

 

Camp Denial

I used to fret , I used to worry 

My friends would hide the New York Times from me

I used to scream up at the ceiling

I wanted everybody else to see

 

I lost my ship, can't find my compass

I need a place to hide out for a while

A shiny brochure is in my mailbox

With a return address marked "Camp Denial"

 

Had to think about it twice

But the pictures looked so nice

Little cabins by the lake

Here's a list of things to take to Camp Denial

 

It isn't perfect--my girlfriend's leaving

She says the new me really creeps her out

I'll help her pack, but I'm still explaining

What I think Camp Denial's all about

 

Nobody's dying, nobody's bleeding

No one is hungry and no one is cold

There's no religion and no museums

Where dinosaurs are six thousand years old

 

There's a smile now on my face

I am in my happy place 

Boots and short pants for a hike

They have everything I like

In Camp Denial

 

Your Stupid Minds

My head's a carnival--you never know what I might do

I get in trouble when I bite off more than I can chew

Sweet revenge on the mad professor

With a rubber octopus and an air compressor

Flying saucers on a fishing line

And I'm still having fun with your stupid minds

 

This town's an iceberg, feels like I'm talking to the walls

So hard to make it--these agents won't return my calls

Painting by the numbers in black and white

With a vampire too strung out to bite

A skeleton crew, but they're all right

And I'm just having fun with your stupid minds

 

Guadalcanal was a war of attrition

I walked out alive with a small ambition

And my uncanny intuition

To bring this vision to fruition--now

 

Let's roll the cameras and maybe borrow someone's lights

No need to worry if we mix our days up with our nights

Times are tough, but they'll get better

Queen for a day in this angora sweater

All I want is what's already mine

And I'm still having fun with your stupid minds

 

Next Stop, Loserville

Heart of stone and feet of clay

Maybe I'll fight again another day

I lost my nerve and I lost my edge

Talked myself down from the window ledge

 

Punch my ticket, punch my face

Punch my pillow and hold my place

I'm over-extended, I'm over the hill

I'm over myself--next stop, Loserville

 

I used to be something but I don't know what

The highest praise can be the cruelest cut

I pulled my punches and hedged my bets

What a man won't risk is what he never gets

 

Thanks for asking, thanks for the tip

Thanks for nothing I'm jumping ship

I'm over-extended, I'm over the hill

I'm over myself--next stop, Loserville

 

And now it's time for a drink or three

And not much suits me to a tee

And think about the wonder that was me

 

(Chorus repeats to the end)

 

New Hope for the Dead

He crawled out from the bushes

Wrapped in a dirty sheet

A sceptre made from tinfoil

Pink slippers on his feet

He said the nurses call me Moses

They say it's all just in my head

Time to recalibrate my dosage

Somebody pinch me--there's new hope for the dead

 

That statue's grinning like a 

Whore of Babylon with

Stone tits and broken teeth that

Hold on and on and on and on and 

Sometimes I feel so disconnected

Like poor old Teddy Williams' head

All of my best troops have defected

Somebody pinch me--there's new hope for the dead

 

I packed my comb and toothbrush

And tried to screw my head on

Turns out there's no need to rush

They've cancelled Armageddon

 

No pocky-clypsy till we

Tumble into the sea

I saw the future and it's

Not what it used to be

It takes a special kind of stupid

To beat those plowshares into lead

Who took the diaper off of Cupid?

Somebody pinch me--there's new hope for the dead