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CITIZEN WAYNE LYRICS
"NO EASY WAY OUT"
(KRAMER)
NO SHOT OF SOBRIETY
WILL BURY ALL DEMONS
THAT DEMAND OBEDIENCE
IN PURE SELF-DESTRUCTION
AND ANGER AND HANG-UPS
AND FUNKY BEHAVIOR.
NO ITS NOT HAPPY VALLEY
OR A CHEAP TICKET TO HEAVEN.
PLAGUED WITH INDIFFERENCE
CAN'T FIND THE VALUE
SEARCHING FOR MEANING
BUT WE FOUND DISAPPOINTMENT
IN GRINDING FRUSTRATION
WHILE SEEKING OUT SHELTER
THEN FINDING REDEMPTION
IN THE ARMS OF THE LOVED ONE.
YEAH I'VE FLOWN ON WINGS OF MADNESS,
SURE I'VE HAD A FALL FROM GRACE,
YEAH IT'S ALL PART OF THE PROCESS.
THERE AIN'T NO EASY WAY OUT OF THIS.
THERE AIN'T NO EASY ROAD HOME.
THERE AIN'T NO EASY WAY OUT OF THIS
WITHOUT YOUR KISS
AND YOUR HAND TO HOLD...
NO SPIRITUAL GROUP-THINK
OR SLACKER DETACHMENT
OR 12-STEP JESUS
OR CAREER OPPORTUNITIES
OR NATURAL MEDICINE
CAN BRING ME THE COMFORT
THAT'S FOUND IN THE ARMS
OF THE ONE THAT LOVES ME.
THERE AIN'T NO SIMPLE SOLUTION.
THERE AIN'T NO MIRACLE CURE.
THERE AIN'T NO EASY WAY OUT OF THIS
WITHOUT YOUR KISS
AND YOUR TENDERNESS...
"SHINING MR. LINCOLN'S SHOES"
(KRAMER/WAS)
HE'S A TEMPORARY CONTRACT MAN
SINCE THE UNION LOST ITS CLOUT
GOT NO MEDS OR BENEFITS
HE'S LIVING HAND TO MOUTH
IN THE SHADOW OF THE MONUMENT
HE FINALLY PAID HIS DUES
DYING OF A HEART ATTACK
WHILE SHINING MR. LINCOLNS SHOES
THERE'S THEM THAT GOT THE MONEY
AND THEN THERE'S THEM THAT AIN'T
THERES THEM THAT'S SMELLING ROSES
THERE'S THEM THAT'S HUFFING PAINT
HONEST ABE HE NEVER BLINKED
AS HIS SERVANT HIT THE GROUND
ANOTHER SOLDIER SACRIFICED
missing line
IN THE SHADOW OF THE MONUMENT
WITH THOSE MOP-N-BUCKET BLUES.
HIS SOUL SANG SWEET SURRENDER
WHILE SHINING MR. LINCOLN'S SHOES.
"REVOLUTION IN APT 29"
(KRAMER/WAS)
WE'RE HAVING A REVOLUTION
IN APARTMENT 29
SOMEONE BROUGHT BAZOOKAS
SOMEONE'S CHILLING WINE
WE'RE HAVING A REVOLUTION
WE MEET ON TUESDAY NIGHTS
WE'RE RAPPING OUT OUR STRATEGY
WE'RE HOT-TO-TROTSKYITES
WE GOT THE PROPAGANDA
WE GOT THE PLANS AND THE MAPS
WE'LL WRITE A MANIFESTO
JUST AFTER CHIPS AND PESTO
AND SLEEP ON THE RAILROAD TRACKS.
WE GOT YOUR INFILTRATORS, PERPETRATORS,
SKINHEADS, PINHEADS, COMMIE CREEPS
INFANTS AND SENIORS AND THE NOUVEAU RICHE
THE HOMELESS AND THE COMBLESS
AND THE CHICKS FROM THE BEACH.
WE GOT THE SOFTWARE AND THE HARDWARE,
WE GOT THE CODES AND THE KEYS.
AND THE BEER IS IMPORTED,
WE REFUSE TO BE THWARTED
GONNA BRING THE MAN DOWN TO HIS KNEES
GONNA BRING THE MAN DOWN TO HIS KNEES
WE GWINETA DO WHAT WE FAWKKING PLEASE.
WE'RE HAVING A REVOLUTION
ACROSS ALL PARTY LINES.
WE GOT MORE PROBLEMS THAN SOLUTIONS
BUT NO ONE SEEMS TO MIND.
WE'RE HAVING A REVOLUTION
IN APARTMENT 29
RECITING MARX AND LENIN
AND SQUEEZING UP THE LIMES
WE'RE HAVING A REVOLUTION
AND WE'RE HAVING IT RIGHT NOW
THERE MAY BE BLOOD AND BULLETS....
"YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME"
(KRAMER/WAS)
DRIVING DOWN THE BOULEVARD ON THURSDAY AFTERNOON
A GERMAN SHEPHERD'S YAPPIN' LIKE A SATURDAY CARTOON.
SAW YOU AT THE RECORD STORE POSING FOR THE PRESS,
SMILING LIKE A BUDDAH IN A PURPLE MINIDRESS.
YOU CAN'T TALK MY TALK
YOU CAN'T WALK MY WALK
YOU CAN'T FEEL MY PAIN
YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME
YOU'RE DANCING LIKE A DIPLOMAT IN BRUNO MAGLI SHOES
I'M LIVING AT THE LAUNDRAMAT AND TRYING TO STAY AMUSED
A SILVER DOLLAR IN YOUR MOUTH AND AN APPLE IN YOUR HAND
AND YOUR THROWING ME AN ANCHOR AS I SWIM TO VIET NAM.
IT MIGHT BE JIMMY HOFFA, IT MIGHT BE JESUS CHRIST
EMPEROR OF MILLIONS WITH A BOWL OF DIRTY RICE.
KNOW THAT HE'S DECEITFUL, KNOW HE CAN BE SLY
DAMN SURE KNOW HE'S TRICKY AND KNOW THE REASON WHY.
"DOWN ON THE GROUND"
(KRAMER)
MY BROTHERS AND I ROLLED OUT FROM DETROIT
DOWN TO CHICAGO TO JOIN IN THE FIGHT
IT'S THE KIND OF SHIT THAT WE DID ALL THE TIME
PLAY FOR THE PEOPLE AND DON'T MAKE A DIME.
IT'S HIGH TIME, IT'S A HIGH CRIME.
ALLEN GINSBERG'S CHANTING OM
BURROUGHS AND MAILER JUST COULDN'T STAY HOME
BLOOD RAN COLD AND TENSION'S THICK
MY HEAD GET CRACKED BY A COP'S NIGHTSTICK.
BAD SIGN ON THE FRONT LINE.
AND I PLAY MY GUITAR, AND THE BEAT COMES DOWN
ON A BEAUTIFUL COSMIC SIREN SOUND
AND NO ONE'S LAUGHING, THERE IS NO JOY
DOWN HERE ON THE GROUND.
CHOPPERS ARE THUMPING, TRYING TO DROWN MY SOUND
AND I'M BLASTING FEEDBACK, SPRAYING THE CROWD
IT'S A WAR ON HATE, WE'RE SMASHING THE STATE
AT THE SIEGE OF CHICAGO BACK IN SIXTYEIGHT.
DIDN'T LOOK GOOD, IT HAD A BAD FEEL
I WAS HIGH ON THAT HASHISH BROWNIE MEAL
THE ACTION SPILLED TO THE STREETS OF OLDTOWN
SOME THREW ROCKS AND OTHERS JUST THREW DOWN.
WAS AGIT-PROP IN APPLICATION
WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING
WE'RE SHOCKING THE NATION.
"SNATCHED DEFEAT"
(KRAMER)
CHECKED OUT OF THE GREYBAR HOTEL
GLAD TO FINALLY BE FREE.
WHILE I WAS LOOKING FOR LIFE,
TROUBLE WAS LOOKING FOR ME.
WE STARTED UP A GANG WAR
WE PLAYED THOSE CLUBS DOWNTOWN
CAPTAIN JOLLY, MILKY
AND JUNKIE THE LAUGHING CLOWN.
WE SNATCHED DEFEAT FROM THE JAWS OF VICTORY
WITH HOLES IN OUR ARMS FOR THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD TO SEE
AND THE SCANDALS WOULD NEVER END
AS THE CANDLE WAS BURNING AT BOTH ENDS.
ONE NIGHT UP IN EAST LANSING
WE STOLE ALL THE CLUBS RECEIPTS.
I WAS STILL ON PAROLE
TO FINISH MY BIT ON THE STREETS.
THE LAST THING I NEEDED
WAS A PETTY THIEVING CASE.
MY WHOLE LIFE FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES
AS I TRIED TO FLEE THAT PLACE.
WE SNATCHED DEFEAT FROM THE JAWS OF VICTORY
RIGHT UP ON THE STAGE FOR THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD TO SEE.
CAPTURED BY A CAMERA LENS
THE CANDLE BURNED AT BOTH ENDS.
HAD THE PIECES ALL IN PLACE
IT SURE LOOKED GOOD ON PAPER
TRIED TO STRETCH A MYTH
FROM ANOTHER DOPE FIEND CAPER
HE FINALLY MADE THE BIG TIME
THE VOICE AND MTV
LIVING FAST AND DYING YOUNG
SUCH A MINOR MELODY.
"STRANGER IN THE HOUSE"
(KRAMER/WAS)
DON'T YOU EVER FEEL LIKE YOU'RE LOSING YOUR MIND
LIKE YOUR TALKING RIGHT OUTTA YOUR NECK?
DON'T YOU EVER FEEL LIKE DON'T FIT IN
LIKE YOUR HEADING FOR A MAJOR TRAIN WRECK?
BIGGER THAN A MONKEY
SMALLER THAN A MOUSE
CLOSER THAN A HEARTBEAT
BABY THERES A STRANGER IN THE HOUSE.
NO ONE EVER TOLD YOU THERE WAS MONEY IN THE BANK
OR YOU HAD TO FILL YOUR CAR WITH GAS.
YOU THOUGHT YOU HEARD THE THUNDER,
IT MADE YOU START TO WONDER,
DO YOU THINK THERE'S AN ANGEL IN YOUR PAST?
CLIMBING UP A MOUNTAIN WITH A BAREFOOT BABY
AND A FIFTY POUND LIZARD ON YOUR BACK
NOTHING CAN'T STOP YOU
NOTHING'S GONNA ROCK YOU
WITH A TOTEM POLE MISSILE IN THE SHACK.
"BACK WHEN DOGS COULD TALK"
(KRAMER)
BACK IN THE DAY WHEN DOGS COULD TALK
IN THE SOFT WHITE BELLY OF THE BEAST
DAIRY QUEEN MADMEN CHASED THE GIRLS
AND MUSCLE CARS RULED THE STREETS.
BACK IN THE DAY WHEN DOGS COULD TALK
DARED TO DREAM OF SOMETHING MORE
NOT A PLACE ON THE LINE TO PUNCH IN TIME
OWE YOUR SOUL TO THE COMPANY STORE.
BACK WHEN DOGS COULD TALK
BACK WHEN DOGS COULD TALK
IN A CHEVY COUPE WE CRUISED AND SCHEMED
TO RULE THE WORLD THRU ROCK AND ROLL
AND LAUGHED TILL OUR SIDES ACHED AT WHAT WE SAW
AND HOPED WED LIVE BEFORE WE GOT OLD.
BACK IN THE DAY WHEN DOGS COULD TALK
DROPPED PLENTY ACID, LISTENED TO COLTRANE
PISSED OFF OUR PARENTS, ANGERED THE POLICE
WITH GUNS AND GUITARS BOTH LOUD AND PROFANE.
J.EDGAR HOOVERS GOT HIS PANTIES IN A BUNCH
AS THE WHITE PANTHERS RISE TO THE OCCASION
IN BLACK LEATHER JACKETS AND M-1 CARBINES
REEFER SMOKING AND SLOGANS BLAZING.
NOT THAT I WANT TO TURN BACK THE CLOCK
BACK TO THE DAY WHEN DOGS COULD TALK
WERE DOING RIGHTEOUS WORK, WE CANNOT BE STOPPED
BACK IN THE DAY WHEN DOGS COULD TALK.
THIS GOES OUT TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT MAKE THEIR MONEY
BY THE SWEAT OF THEIR BROW
THIS GOES OUT TO ALL MY BLUE COLLAR WORKERS,
ALL MY LOADING DOCK WORKERS,
ALL MY CARPENTERS, MY PLUMBERS,
MY ASSEMBLY LINE WORKERS, MY UNITED AUTO WORKERS,
POSTAL WORKERS, CITY SANITATION MEN,
CAB DRIVERS, BARTENDERS, WAITRESSES,
ALL MY STATE AND FEDERAL EMPLOYEES,
MY FOOD SERVICE WORKERS, GARDENERS,
DAY LABORERS, TOOL AND DIE WORKERS,
AUTO MECHANICS, CHILD CARE WORKERS,
MUSICIANS AND ROAD CREWS,
YOURE THE SALT OF THE EARTH,
AND I LOVE YOU.
YOU ARE SOMEBODY.
"DOING THE WORK"
(KRAMER/WAS)
DOING THE WORK
IT SAVED ME, REALLY
"DOPE FOR DEMOCRACY"
(FARREN/KRAMER)
WHEELS TOUCH
FLAPS DOWN
TEQUILA WAITING
BACK IN TOWN
LEATHER JACKET AND DC3
RUNNING THAT DOPE FOR DEMOCRACY.
DONT ASK
DONT TELL
NEIGHBORHOODS GOING
STRAIGHT TO HELL
SO WHAT? DONT BOTHER ME
IM RUNNING THAT DOPE FOR DEMOCRACY.
ANOTHER DOLLAR
ANOTHER DAY
PAID IN CASH
BY THE CIA
BROWN-EYED GIRL WANNA SLEEP WITH ME
FOR A TASTE OF YAYO AND DEMOCRACY.
LAND OF THE BRAVE
HOME OF THE FREE
RUNNING THAT DOPE FOR DEMOCRACY
"COUNT TIME"
(KRAMER/WAS)
COUNT TIME
COUNT TIME GENTLEMEN
COUNT TIME
COUNT TIME GENTLEMEN
BUT YOUR HONOR,
I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE A LITTLE MONEY HERE.
IT WAS YOUR GUY THAT HAD THE BRIEFCASE
FULL OF HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS.
SHIT, I WAS OUT OF WORK!
FUNKY MASHED POTATOES,
VEGETABLES STEAMED TO DEATH,
SALISBURY STEAK SWIMMING IN FAT,
THATS ABOUT ALL YOULL GET.
BEEF PORCUPINES?
ITS A MYSTERY MEAT.
YOU AINT GOT NO CHOICE
CAUSE A MAN HES GOT TO EAT.
ALRIGHT YOU PRISONERS LINE UP.
AMMONS, BERRY, BROWN, CHUDNICK, COHEN, CRAWFORD, GETZ, GORDON, HAWES, JAMES, KRAMER, LYNN, MEZZROW, MONK, PARKER, PEPPER, PEREZ, SINCLAIR.
IM GONNA TAKE SOME CORRESPONDENCE COURSES.
GET IN SOME GROUP THERAPY.
MODIFY MY BEHAVIOR.
SEE CAN I AVOID COMING BACK TO THIS PLACE AGAIN.
LIKE RICHARD PRYOR SAID, "THEY GIVING OUT TIME LIKE IT WAS LUNCH."
NO MATTER HOW MUCH POWER THEY GOT
THEY JUST CANT STOP THAT CLOCK.
"FAREWELL TO WHISKEY"
(KRAMER)
instrumental.
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