Fuzzy

Steel mill streets overrun
The ghost of cars in the yard
Sunflower speaks of a one
Of a one
Engines purr up above
The l train roars like our love
Like our love

I can hide in you
In your chestnut hair
I'll confide in you
Whisper in your ear
When the earth is ripe
All the worms wake up
In their stars and stripes
And their swastikas
There's a cure in sight
Set your soul at ease
For the red and white
And the blue disease

La la la

Got you on the handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the handycam
Got you on the handycam fits in my hand
Fits in my hands in my green light i
Got you on the handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the handycam
Got you on the handycam fits in my hand
Fits in my hands in my
Got you on the handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the handycam green light i
Got you on the handycam fits in my hand
Sits in my hands in my green light i
On the handycam fits in my hand
Got you on the handycam green light i
Got you on the handycam
Got you on the handycam
My ooh ooh ooh
Got you on the handycam

Down in my soul
Moon river flows
All my trials
All my trials
Will halt

There's one thing i tell you friend
I don't believe in supermen
Who fly thru the clouds above the rest
I don't believe in the best

And i never wanted to fight with you
It's just the last thing that i wanna do
But you're so afraid to look at love
Gotta let it all go this cut-above stuff

'cause this is the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's the hook that snags you
This is the hook

And there's one thing i tell you friend
All of our trials gonna come to an end
And you and i we're gonna fall
Like we never have stood on this little earth at all

'cause this is the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's the hook that snags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It's hook that drags you
This is the hook

Oh oh oh

See the end see the end of time
From the widow's walk i feel the undertow
It grows and my fishin' pole
Like a willow bends toward the blackest hole
To the hole
See the film see the black and whites
Circle stationed stupid to the tape that rolls
My soul receives another blow
From the flashlight of the city hate line
Oh oh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped

See the bad dreams that you speak about
And all the things you bring to light are comin' down
Now everybody hit the ground
Fear is on the march and in the lost and found
These are the times to read between the lines
Yeah my truck runneth over false prophet signs
And road blocks
In the road

I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
I told you it can be helped

[los angeles has been hit - spoken]

Newspaper cloaks to wrap the truth
Propagand-acid dropped on the youth
It's easy to see like pulling a tooth
No one in line in the ballot booth
The dragon down south may blow some smoke
Even the jester is drummin' up votes
They talk about building morale and hope
They're just building bigotry a better rope
One that won't break one you can't even see
One made of paper and policies

I wish you well
I tell you that it can be helped
I told you it can be helped
It can be helped
Oh but it can be helped

Just a girl who can't say no
And her sweetheart on parole
Parents named her jupiter
To bless her with a lucky soul
He's a boy who never cried
When they locked him up inside
And she nicknamed him her teardrop
For the tattoo by his eye

Now she's sleeping in her bed
And he's sleeping in her bed
And it's jupiter and teardrop
And it's jupiter and teardrop

She divines by radio
Pushing buttons show to show
And she wonders 'bout the fate of
Lovers in the barrio
She forgets after a while
When she tunes in on the dial
Jackie wilson's lonely teardrops
And she drives another mile

Now she's sleeping in her bed
And he's sleeping in her bed
And it's jupiter and teardrop
And it's jupiter and teardrop
And it's jupiter and teardrop

And they want to have a child
Walk together down the aisle
But the world they live in is mean
And it's built on sheer denial
The phone rings it's for her
Got to see ya jupiter
I'm in trouble with the law
Bring my 38 caliber

Now she's sleeping in her bed
As she pulls the phone plug dead
And it's jupiter and teardrop
And it's jupiter and teardrop
And it's jupiter and teardrop oh
And it's jupiter and teardrop
And it's jupiter and tear oh
And it's jupiter and tear
Oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh

The soft wolf tread
Thru emerald forest he was lookin' to make a bed
There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread
The soft wolf tread

Sure was starved
And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved
The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds
Sure looked starved

Up comes hood he's beautiful
As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up
It's good to see such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again

Then he said
Dear hood what brings you to this neck of the woods
In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes
What lures you to the woods

The soft wolf tread
The clearing and he's nervously tugging on his earring
He talked how good such an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again

Oh
Such an old
Such an old
Such an old
Ooh ooh ooh

And then he spun
A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name
So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came

The soft wolf tread
The soft wolf tread
The soft wolf tread
Well he tread and tread and tread and tread
Yeah an old friend again
Such an old friend again
Such an old friend again

Are we still on the phone
With the lady anna clarke and her trumpet solo
Whose ghost sings for pay
In the blue billiard room of the monterey
For room and for board
And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword
Once owned by john booth
Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot

This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine

There's a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of al capone he's a sittin' down at city hall
The police they peek thru here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it's all in good spirits
And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move

This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine

I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried king tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the east village oh
It kills me to think
That i'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink
So lift up your glass
And you ouija board 'cause i'm fading fading fading fast

This could be the shining hour
Based on all those mad beliefs
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine