Kramer

They came in the clothes that I'm in
And threw the phone at my wall
They were strangers
They drive in the car that I'm in
And you never see their faces at all
They were strangers
They drive in the car that I'm in
And you never see their faces at all
They know my fears and cry in my tears
Through a face without an eye at all
They came in the phone that I'm in
And threw the face on my wall
Know my tears and cry in my fears
Through an eye without a face at all
Face at all... face at all...
Face at all... face at all...
They came in the phone that I'm in
And threw the face on my wall
Know my fears and cry in my tears
Through a face without an eye at all
Aaahhh...

AHHHH...The Lord is a monkey
Thanksgiving's coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel's worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass
Outside of Phoenix where the gimmick broke down
Fucked that cracker for his rig and she was out of that town.
HA HA HA HAA
Well she was a hare krishne in the ashwam bed
She was sellin' (?) Had a funky-ass head
Well she put food in my mouth and she threw me on the bed
And she cut off my balls and she sewed 'em to my head
Well she's headin' back east in a 57 Caddy
Got her mind on her money and a dope for her daddy

Well I met her on the street where she beat me like a fool
Then she got me accepted to an ivy league school
Well I really did good but it's kickin' my ass
I lost 38 pounds and my eye turned to glass
Well she's looking pretty good first week in July
She's got a dope up her ass and a needle in her eye
Thanksgivings coming on the Fourth of July
In the form of a girl with a needle in her eye
Well she come from out west on a nickel's worth of gas
Got her mind on her money and a dope up her ass

We had time and so did I time and time again
Shook our clothes into the river never lost a friend
Simple times they came in t-shirts help me move the sand
In my room I keep my love a tiny rubberband

We got 15 stitches and a visit from the man
If I'd been told I'd not have sold that tiny rubberband

Shook our clothes into the river never lost a friend
In my room I keep my love a tiny rubberband
Shook my clothes into the river never lost a friend
In my room I keep my love a tiny rubberband

TYBALT SPEAKING:
Peace? I hate the word.
As I hate hell, all Montagues.


I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream,
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream,
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts
Make me a suit so I can get it off,
Heaven help me, my head is spin'n round,
Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove, right
on,

Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis,
And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
It was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)

I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a
dream,
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove,
I had to scream last night
Lord of Love
I didn't know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
Three a.m. at five o'clock
And one of us leaves, and I got shot!
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch

TYBALT SPEAKING:
Peace? I hate the word.
As I hate hell, all Montagues.


I had a dream last night
'Cause it looked just like a dream,
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream,
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts
Make me a suit so I can get it off,
Heaven help me, my head is spin'n round,
Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove, right
on,

Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis,
And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
It was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)

I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a
dream,
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove,
I had to scream last night
Lord of Love
I didn't know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
Three a.m. at five o'clock
And one of us leaves, and I got shot!
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch