Gretchen
Gretchen, Gretchen
I’ve been fetchin’
Some shiny fish
From the sea
The sea
Down in Galilee

You Can Stop Now
You can stop now
Cause I don’t want none of that gibberish
Yes, you can stop now
I don’t want your playing around
Well you can stop now
I don’t want your morality
Stop

Sailors
Sailors sail the seas on end
They leave someplace
They’ll come again
And if you’re there
You might see them
Carefree as the summer wind
Way up high
Up in that cloud
The seaway of the sky

All In An Apple Orchard
In the middle of an apple orchard
There’s a small boy
Watching bees in the blossoms
In the middle of an apple orchard
There’s two boys
Climbing trees
In the middle of an apple orchard
There’s six boys
Making underground tunnels
In the middle of an apple orchard
There’s ten boys
Throwing apples at each other

Professional
You sure are a professional
Just like in the books I read
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You sure are a professional
Living the life you do
Professional

Alexandria Knows
Why don’t you sell me two rhymes
I want to tell you two times

Relief Of The Night
Why a picture
Is it all too false
The shepherd gathers in
Voices from the darkness
Bleeding from lonely mountains
They are more quiet at day
Sight in the sun
Live and survive
The tale is not weary
Relief of the night
You will never wake up
The mind must die
Sleep to me now
I’m pounding
Release this beat
This nerve
Anesthetize this being
You will never awaken
Tomorrow is on the other side
Of a sight that is night
Shelter me
O mother of miracles
I am entangled in swamps

Supression
Walk out shut the door
It’s the same it was before
Walk out shut the door
Now it’s the same it was before

Strange Phenomenon
Yesterday a strange phenomenon
And now today
You think it’s changed
You tell me that you
Think it’s a change
And now today
Yesterday
Today, today

Comedy
Here’s looking at you kid
You got the German measles
It’s a comedy
Ha ha ha etc.

Bludgeon
Please do not push any buttons
On this machine
On what machine
Wet paint
Keep Out

She Fell Down
He was a cruel young boy
A cruel young boy
Used to set traps
For some retarded friends he had
But one day
When all the snow was melting
Their mother, Mrs. Potter
Was on my bus
Going home
It stopped at her stop
She got off first
Stepped off the bus
Slipped on the curbing
Fell into the gutter
With all the slush and mud
All over her clothes

Anticipation
Please, oh please
It’s just that
I got some kinda anticipation

Quite Nonchalant
You’re pretty nonchalant
With your four (fore?) arms
And your bleeding teeth
I think you’re pretty nonchalant
I’d have to say you’re quite nonchalant

Crime Pays
Well I do believe that crime pays
And I do believe there’s...
I do believe that there’s countless ways
And crime pays
crime pays