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1. _ Dr. Jones and the Kings of Rhythm
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2. _ This Old Man
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Remember me? 'Member me?
This old man, he plays one on one
He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son
This old man, he's got the smell of sin
He's got the nature of sin he was your actual, factual old sin nature
Mother praying, Jesus save the boy
Save him from the old man, got away, glory, glory
Up from the water, out of the grave
Wearing a new man's clothes
The old man's dragging the lake again lately
What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose
This old man, he don't mind the gap
He's like a subway rat, he's crawling out your past
Out the dark, little land shark, little predator scavenger
Serving up sucker punch, flyweight, gonna eat your lunch
This old man, he's flicking on the brights
He's wanting squatter's rights
He's gotta have his space in your face
Get you reminiscing for the very years you wasted
Every bitter fruit you tasted gonna snare you in a stare-down
Better to choke than breathe in your curse
This old man, this old man
Better to crawl than to ride in your hearse
This old man, this old man
This old man, this old man
Up from the water, out of the grave
Wearing a new man's clothes
The old man's dragging the lake again lately
What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose
This old man, he plays seek and destroy
He comes robbing my joy, he's here spreading the rot
Old man, don't you get it? What I've got is good as gold
Good as gold, better than gold
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3. _ Are We Feeling Comfortable Yet?
Welcome, dear listener
Are you comfortable?
Put your feet up, close your eyes, let your senses dull
Float like a beach ball
Wearing cordless phones
Let the tide take you, groove to the mellow tones
Groovy
Who switched the into?
Ah, but I digress
Do you ever get that feeling you not so fresh?
Do you hang out nights at the launderette?
Dreaming of the cure for stubborn stains?
Want to climb into the big machine?
Wonder how it feels getting really clean?
I know you know more than
What you're coming clean for
God is skin on mohair
Just admit you itch there
Shift to the left, shift to the right
Fidget, lock knees, cough cough
Fidget, don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat
Are we feeling comfortable yet?
I know you know more than
What you're coming clean for
God is skin on mohair
Just admit you itch there
Ever sweat bullets
At the sight of blood?
Ever drag a half-ton cross through spit and mud?
Wouldn't want to plan too far ahead
Wouldn't want to dwell on what's beyond
Pondering death is a dirty biz
Makes you wonder when your appointment is
Shift to the left, shift to the right
Fidget, lock knees, cough cough
Fidget, don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat
Are we feeling comfortable yet?
Loosen your tie, loosen your belt
Clear your throat, fidget, cough cough
Fidget, don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat
Are we feeling comfortable yet?
Fidget to the left, fidget to the right
Lock knees, cough cough
Fidget don't scratch, don't break out in a sweat
Are we feeling comfortable yet?
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4. _ Lead the Way
I got a dash-mount compass that won't direct
I got a get-rich guru who calls collect
I got a psychic adviser saying, "Get a lifeguard"
I'm getting bad vibes off of your Deal-a-Meal card
Tell me why their words ring hollow
Lead the way, and I will follow
If you can lead me out of this maze
I got shrinks that send me to victim class
I got talk-show show-offs giving me gas
I got assertiveness trainers yelling, "Shove! Shove! Shove!"
I got no one teaching me how to love
The more I chew, the less I swallow
Lead the way, and I will follow
If you can lead me out of this maze
Up we struggle
Down we slide
Scared to call on a bigger guide
I'm tired of getting slow
Speed the plow
Lead the way, Lord Jesus
I'm ready now
Lead the way, and I will follow
Lead the way, Lord
I will follow
Follow Your footsteps through this maze
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5. _ Way Back Home
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6. _ Bottle Rocket
You've got clueless commentators
Telling folks to stay inside
You've got light investigators
Pulling shades and terrified
You've got powers of the darkness
Blowing smoke to dim the skies
Your psychics look a little anxious
Anybody out there wonder why?
I've got a bottle rocket
I've got a bottle rocket
I've got a bottle rocket
Got a little light to testify
No power's gonna block it
No darkness gonna stop it
I've got a bottle rocket
Gonna let it fly
Let it fly
You've got experts on retainer
Bracing for the next attack
You've got allies dimming lights
From Hollywood to Doctor Jack
You enact a Good News blackout
Think you've got us on the run?
Well read the book of Acts and weep
The light of Jesus can't be overcome!
I've got a bottle rocket
I've got a bottle rocket
I've got a bottle rocket
Got a little light to testify
No power's gonna block it
No darkness gonna stop it
I've got a bottle rocket
Gonna let it fly
Let it fly
Light
Isn't light
When it's found
Bottle bound
I've got a bottle rocket
I've got a bottle rocket
I've got a bottle rocket
Got a little light to testify
No power's gonna block it
No darkness gonna stop it
I've got a bottle rocket
Gonna let it fly
Let it fly
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7. _ State of Mine
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8. _ Shoeshine Johnny
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9. _ Coffee Can
Each night the dream began
We were sitting here, waiting on our coffee cans
Eyes fixed upon the skies
I was thinking of You, and if I qualified
Then when the trumpet blew
The reality hit, this wasn't pay-per-view
My can lifted up and out
'Til the siren wailed, and a megaphone shouted
Pull that bucket over
Let me see your registration
You'll be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in Hades
Where the grounded lads and ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop
I watched the others fly
On their coffee cans, as they waived goodbye
Freed from the earthly grind
They had escaped the roast, I'd been identified
Dream police nowhere to be found
I was left choking on the muddy grounds
I calmed down and reached for my Pez
But the head on the dispenser was Juan Valdez
Pull that bucket over
Let me see your registration
You'll be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in Hades
Where the grounded lads and ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop
Tossing in my sleep again
The metaphor was wearing thin
'Til my nightmare stretched it even more
Lord you placed the bitter cup
Against your lips, and drank it up
To bring me where you are
I can't believe I've wandered off this far
Woke up and smelled the coffee
I don't like what caffeine does to me
Gods got a pull I've felt first hand
I've gotta stop believing my coffee can
Pull that bucket over
Let me see your registration
You'll be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in Hades
Where the grounded lads and ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop
Bad dream, but I understand
That you can't get to Heaven on a coffee can
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10. _ Psychedelic Runway
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