Stoned Crow Picnic

by Michael Psycho

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1.
Resistance 01:12
Don’t you care anymore? You tossed your values out the door. Your views are trash. Don’t give up yet, the time is right To reach the surface again and fight. Fight before they take your mind Away from you. Resistance. It’s a dirty term To authorities who think that You’re a filthy germ. They don’t care if you live, As they’d rather see you dead. Piss ‘em off just once, And you’re on their files. Some free country, eh? Fight before they take your mind Away from you. JUST SHOW RESISTANCE
2.
27,375 01:32
I want to marry that junkie wench with the evil eye in my dreams. That would be romantic, just like the Nazis were. I want to die. I want to kill my folks. I’m afraid of that junkie wench with the evil eye, but it feels so romantic like the Nazis used to be. I want to die. I want to kill my folks just like the Lizard King. I’m his illegitimate son. I’ve got ten thousand days And counting.
3.
Fat Cat 02:57
Jolly little fat cat See him out at play See the evil eye he gives me When I pass his way Don’t be troubled fat cat No need for dismay I don’t need your copper Or your girl today Take it easy That beast can’t stand the strain You’ll soon be writhing And screeching in pain Fat upon fat Covering your bod’s design One wrong impulse And you’re dying… Kerouac and Falstaff Got no claim on you Plus to be a writer Means less movement too All your new bride’s cooking Piling on your frame Though you look repulsive You never feel ashamed Fat cat, you poor slob You need help from above Someone may love you But love is not enough Living in excess Will get you in the end One wrong impulse And you’re dying…
4.
Tweakbeard 01:49
When she came along I thought I had a score But after a while, I realized I's worse off than before When she ran afoul of me She hurt me worst of all But then again I had no choice 'Cept sit and watch her fall Sometimes, I'd wish she'd come and play Sometimes, I'd wish that she was dead She'd assault my inner ear with nothing but complaints Then she was sweet as she can be as soon as she had crank She dragged my poor heart all around and never gave a care Then when she'd flip and tweak on me she'd catch me unawares Sometimes, I'd wish she'd come and play Sometimes, I'd wish that I was dead
5.
Pretty fingers nibbling into my spine I feel a rush a fixed ideal To stifle my mind Indictment of a different kind Ah, to rectify your endless pursuit Of what you can’t obtain But you’ll try anyway to get your fix And feed your brain and try to forget The fading dreams that rot with the time Oh well we all live with ourselves in the end Don’t We? Ah, set in your chivalric novel To be turned into a film You set us up as your characters To be spat on and dispensable Don’t you? Like a used tissue Discarded when worthless…
6.
Candyass 04:47
It’s only come down to one thing at all It’s ugly and pretty like New York in the fall In the city you can shoot up dope In the city you can fire hope In your vein. Some folks like the fresh air on the farm And some folks like a good load in the arm In the city you can score some dope In the city you can store some hope Or go insane either way. Shooting up dope Loading up hope If you can’t cope Keep away from a rope. In the city you can take a ride In the city you can postpone suicide With a rig. Your Mom knows you’re a junkie, so damn what? She doesn’t know this great thing that you’ve got In the city you could well OD In the city that just sets you free This you know.
7.
I remember when we were both youngins And you were a beauty in full bloom Then you met some certain guys And took a walk on the wild side What the Hell happened to you? Nowadays, you look like you live in a trailer. You look like you got a man in jail. You once looked so good and unpolluted and legitimate And now you’re just a white trash mama; oh… my… God. Nowadays, you look like you’re on stages Taking off your clothes in front of men. You look like you sell a lot of lap dances for $20 But then again, not too many… oh… my… God. I admit I’m not the same old youngin I ain’t got the looks I had myself My cholesterol keeps doctors scared And I done lost some teeth and hair But I ain’t as turned as you’ve turned out to be. What the Hell happened? Oh… my… God!
8.
God jacked off And out came the universe They have argued for centuries Over how he did it. You know, Some say he used his hand; Others think he had a wet dream. But I say he jacked off And out came the universe. God jacked off And out came the universe. Tell that to all your pseudo intellectual friends At the coffeehouse. Tell them, “God jacked off, And out came the universe.” Tell them all of a sudden. Watch them choke on their espresso. God jacked off, And out came the universe. Some call it heresy; Others call it blasphemy. My accusers are fools. They refuse to see the truth. And the truth of the matter is… God jacked off and out came the universe.
9.
Words 01:16
Dude… it’s… only… words… Where the Hell’s your fuckin’ mind? Am I stuck here wasting time? You don’t even care about what I say. You can’t use your brain. You don’t care about life or death All you care about is going deaf You don’t really care about what I say. You can’t use your brain!
10.
She said, “I’ve gotta leave you, baby, So I can hang on to my CAR!” She said, “I’ve got to leave you, honey, So I can keep my CAR! ‘Cause if I don’t leave you, baby, Mom and Dad will take away my CAR ‘Cause they HATE you, BABY!” She said, “I’m being forced to CHOOSE, Choose between you and my CAR! My mom and dad are forcing me to choose… Choose between you and my CAR! You know, there’s some things I can do without, and honey, I love you so much and I can’t live without… my CAR!! So, I’ll SEE you, baby.”
11.
Money is their God Dollars and cents Make your life go on Dollars and cents Determine what you are Dollars and cents Are what make the rules Dollars and cents Are how people will judge you
12.
Pagan Christ 01:44
Can’t understand the people these days Don’t know why they don’t think harder “Better repent, or give up, Unless you want a ticket to Hell.” People better smarten up Or they’ll send us all straight down to Hell Don’t care what you pagans say, The mother of your savior was a slut!
13.
We’re plastic hippies And screw everyone who does not understand Who can’t comprehend our slick utopian plans Where everyone’s happy and everyone vilt be nice Our own little plastic hippie paradise We’re plastic hippies We’ll walk around naked and garden every day We’ll bang on our drums and make love every night We’re living like a bunch of monkeys at the zoo Except monkeys at the zoo got better things to do Than most plastic hippies…
14.
Java Suckers 02:42
The java suckers at the corner café Thinking that they’re special They’re there every day Speak to each other yet they don’t say a thing Some play guitars and pretend they can sing Needing a life they just sit and act cool Sipping on a liquid that darkens their stool Sometimes all day and always at night You java suckin’ java suckers, get a fuckin’ life The java suckers at the corner café Thinking that they’re special They’re there every day Speak to each other yet they don’t say a thing Some read their poems thinking they’re interesting How can they stand it there day after day Where in the Hell do they get all that money for lattes Sometimes all day and always at night You java sucking java suckers, get a fuckin’ life

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released August 8, 2006

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