Partyball

Well, i been breakin' rocks
Up on coolie number three
I know it's been forever
Thought you'd never hear from me
The weather here is rotten
Rainin' granite all the time
And both moons are glowin' purple
And there is no sun to shine

I keep diggin' deep down in a tunnel that goes
Twenty miles down
And i know my life is cheap
When i hear that rumblin' sound


Oh, the overlords
Got me workin' overtime
Oh, the overlords
No, they never make it rhyme


And there is somethin' in the air
That is burnin' in my throat
A big black cloud is passin'
Droppin' acid on my coat
Oh, the overlords
Got me workin' overtime


It's been ten years and a day
After world war nine
They pushed us to make meaning
And from the meaning was our crime
Last night i had a dream

Water is crashin'
On the rocks down below
A side window rolls down
On an el dorado

Hear the hush of the voices
There's a flash from inside
And nobody bothers to conceal
What they cannot hide


Chorus:
So if you see the gumbo man
Tell him now he's gotta change his plan
Stir it left and stir it right
Eat it up until it's gone from sight



From the top of a lighthouse
A beacon shone out
I draw a map to remember
What nobody found out


I woke up in the morning
Stared in the glass
I took a walk down the street
And saw you comin' past


Chorus repeat x2


There's a worry on the burner
A cold wind rushin' in
And nobody did get out
But somebody did get in


I hear a creak on the stairway
Outside the door
Blue metal voices
Are beggin' for more


Chorus repeat x2

News travels fast in a small desert town
So it wasn't long at all before the word got around
That a killin' mad car was headed their way
So the sheriff and the boys were gonna stop 'im out on the highway

Right where it intersected big black rock
So it wasn't long at all
Before the whole town was standin' round
Hammerin' a nail and buildin' up a pride in a roadblock
Just hangin' round a roadblock


The mayor's wife sat in the shade
And talked her way through a few good lies
While her husband practiced his acceptance speech
For a medal from the f.b.i.


And granny rocked back in her chair and said
"just what did this man do?"
While some idiot kids ate dirty
Sno-cones colored red white and blue
At the roadblock
Just hangin' round a roadblock (x3)


Then the local paper jumped the gun
And printed the big headline
Town is saved from killer car
With roadblock at stateline


Three miles down the highway in a chevy '69
Were a pair of crazy eyeballs jumpin' left and right in time
To an eight-track tape playin' foghat and jethro tull
And a gasoline-soaked hand shiftin' a little plastic skull


And on the arm, a blue tattoo that read "i'm a son of a bitch!"
A map open on the front seat

Chorus:
Beyond tomorrow
Beyond tomorrow
Beyond tomorrow
Beyond tomorrow


We will be driving in
Little time bombs everywhere
On a street in a skyscraper
With aluminum hair
There'll be someone downstairs
Collecting all our names
Numbers all in a file somewhere
Everyone will be saved


Chorus repeat


Someone will be in the air
In a plane by the sea
I could be anywhere at all
If i could just be
I'll eat candied policemen
You'll eat farmers from hell
Everyone will be very modern
Can't you tell?


Chorus repeat


There could be another one
Come from the east
With a mark on his head
The sign of the beast
Then we will all extinguish
From this thing we call yeast
Did we come from yeast?


Chorus repeat


Way back when

Comin' into southbend, headed towards the graveyard shift
Blockin' off the fallen fences there with my hardware grip
Watchin' out and waitin' for a signal seen
That could level out the quiet side

And if you say you're lonely
I'm the one you'll find there on the side
Your one and only
And you will know when this deed has died


I was chasin' a ghost

Well, i've been doodling on this notepad
And i been taking telephone calls
I can tell this job's at the end of the line
And i'm ready for the fall
But i been watchin' the boss carefully
And he always seems to be havin' a ball
And then i scratch my head and wonder
Why i'm down here and he's up the hall

Now, all of my paychecks aren't worth
The paper they're printed on
I get 'em friday
But monday they're all gone
There must be some way to change my situation
It's time that i took up a brand new vocation


I wanna take a two-week vacation
Twenty-six times a year, add 'em up
When i fly to exotic places
My jet will be a lear
I'll need several secretaries
Just to jot down notes
I'll wear gucci loafers
And expensive shirts
And blue, executive, exotic coats


Chorus:
'cause i, i said i wanna be a boss
(i wanna be, i wanna be)
I, i said i wanna be a boss
And i'll have people workin' under me
And this lousy job i'll toss
I, i said i wanna be a boss



Well, i'll drive in fancy cars
Well, no, maybe i'll just cruise
With a limo

(instrumental)