TRAVELOGUE AMERICA PART 2

AMERICA I been looking for America in rock and roll and football And right now I can't tell stories coz I feel distant from you all Merging mergers fund the way confusing and too mindless The money man's greed bloodies hand an appendage of the spineless On a mountain a lone banjo player wails He's toothless and all moonshined up The ancient bluesman joins him for a solo Together they just puke it up There ain't no money in forgiveness unless you're already famous Not none of us not me or you not one of us is blameless A culture built on jealousy of those who we're protecting They hate us and we hate them our effigy they're erecting One world minus one is all we got The banjo player doesn't care at all The ancient bluesman slides into the bridge The tempo slows to an ungodly crawl Yeah The banjo burns the mountains to the delta The guitar summons hurricanes by thought The public eats it up online like vultures What is sold is what is lost is bought America's a goddess with her heel on those of color America's the homeless dream of Saddam Hussein's brother America's the stars and stripes that choke til death is purer America's decision falls on some compromised juror The instrumental slowly fades away The tempo disseminates into dust The silver dollar lunges through the turnstyle Entropy becomes pain and disgust dAVE - MANDOLIN AND VOCALS

HIGH NOON 1 2 3 4 Billy turned to leave Charlene turned to leave John Wayne can't believe That they're gonna leave John Wayne's got a gun Billy's got a gun John Wayne shot his gun Billy wouldn't run Gunshots in the desert High noon in the desert Billy isn't hit John Wayne's aim is shit Billy shot his gun John Wayne wouldn't run High noon brings the hell Fate controls the shell John Wayne he got hit Billy's aim's the shit Gunshots in the desert High noon in the desert Billy's on the run Charlene's on the run John Wayne's got a gun John Wayne's got a gun Roam, sucker, roam Dave - guitar and vocals Joe - guitar Brian - bass Wil - drums

VEGAS MARRIAGE Texas is fading fast Look at them South Dakota plates That Caddy is our next blast Headed west suck the desert dry The FBI ain't no match for me Look at old Billy Redfoot fly Charlene's face is in my lap Blasting through the Vegas skyline baby Gonna marry her tonight hope they don't need no birth certificates I think the preacher's gonna die He's choking up chunks of lung like chocolate pudding Me and Charlene got to laugh I'm glad she snagged some extra napkins from the diner The organ player she's a whore She gave Charlene her business card The ceiling seems somewhat stained Charlene said "How did those stains get up there?" I'm gonna marry her tonight hope they don't need no birth certificates I took her as my lawful wedded wife then I fucked her in the Cadillac The future seems to be a shining beacon in the night It is unwritten so a breath of newness flows through me like benign poison Diamonds sparkle like a Mozart song we're tripping balls so say "so long" We're in a psychedelic orgasmic euphoria Dave - guitars, vocals, organ Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

A REAR VIEW MIRROR There's a window by a courtyard by a house It's six hundred and thirty five pieces give or take It's seen five families pass by Now it can't reflect of the sky as the night time goes by There's a bible by the window by the courtyard but now it's just ash By the bible's a safe holding letters, it never held cash By the safe is a little girl's doll And the bones of a dog on the prowl It likes next to the doll Oo oh There's a football by the doll it's deflated and caked to the earth Over top of the house is a freeway, a modern world birth Now last time the house just collapsed It's usefulness gone now perhaps Now it's muddy bike tracks Oo oh Dave - guitar and vocal Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums and percussion

I'M JOHN WAYNE Bullet wound nothing new I'm on the trail hot pursuit That Indian punk that bitch of his Going to rip their eyes out piss on up inside their skulls I'm John Wayne I'm born to kill so suit me up The government recruit me up I'm daddy-o I'm fucking gone Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill I'm John Wayne I got the urge the urge to maim I must inflict inflict my pain Got my hands got my mind Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill All the time I'm John Wayne Dave - guitars, vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

WEST MEXICO West Mexico just feels so empty to me Beautiful people sunning themselves We've smoked up everything in town We look like walking trash Makes me and Charlene laugh I want to fuck her in the sand I want to fuck her in the sand I want to fuck her in the sand We're getting out of here, man We're off to Asia West Mexico feels a bit sadder to me Like a barroom brawl in a library Like a fish stuck up in a tree Like somebody else's memories Flashing straight through me West Mexico seems so selfish to me It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life to dreams It's the edge of life in my dreams And I see the lions on the shore Like Poppa and the Old Man had done before And I wonder "are they starting to roar Or are they just starting to snore?" Release me release me release me release me West Mexico I'm too tired to see What's surrounding me What's surrounding me What's surrounding me What's surrounding me? Release me release me release me release me Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

SHE She had never seen America before, pure America, full of hatred, racism, religious intolerance, endless strip malls, and opportunity. She never learned much at school, maybe how to blow marijuana smoke into a roll of toilet paper in the girl's bathroom. What she did learn had nothing to do with books, teachers, standing in line, none of that shit. What she learned was "always be on guard. If you see an opening do it to them before they do it to you. And when all else fails? Run." When she was a little girl she thought of love as a mystery. When she got a little older she viewed it as a cruel liar. Now it's her life. Sex is sex. Drugs are drugs. Eating ain't cheating. And hugs are shrugs. She says "I'm going to ride this palomino 'til I get to the promised land, 'til Jesus as the devil himself opens up her arms to me and says..." "You're finally home." Dave - guitars, vocals Brian - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering

LEAVE TOWN He'll come looking before long It's after sunset get along It ain't worth it give it up Locked and loaded saddle up It's wide open Comes approaching look your best Clock is ticking never rests Heart is beating out of time He'll come gunning by and by It's wide open Don't go down Just leave town Dave - guitars, vocals Brain - bass, engineering, mixing Andy - drums, percussion Ian - mastering