Piggy

Piggy's in the mud up to her nose 
Piggy's in the mud up to her nose 
Piggy's in the mud up to her nose 
and she goes, she goes with anyone 
who ever taps her on the shoulder 


Piggy's shootin' up, up between her toes 
Piggy's shootin' up, up between her toes 
Piggy's shootin' up, up between her toes 
and she knows, she knows 
she's never ever gonna make it through this number 


little Piggy's spittin' blood, coma-comatose 
Piggy's spittin' blood, she's coma-comatose 
Piggy's spittin' blood, coma-comatose 
and she goes, she goes she goes, there she goes    
she goes, she goes flat linin'………. 


Styletown

wake up sugar pop it's time to go
into the world put on your rodeo make up
and wave hello
to everyone who tries to run you right off the road
you're on the road now

no use in crying when you can stuff your face
   with cigarettes
and all the times you lie there dying
   on the sofa bed
just dying to forget
how everyone can drag you down in Styletown 

knocked three times and caught reality
sleepy eyed corroding inside of me
suddenly a shiver
naked at the scene of the crime, while I'm

While I'm on the island, I'm on the island
I'm on the island of joy
I'm on the island, I'm on the island
I'm on the island of joy
I'm on the island, I'm on the island
I'm on the island of joy
I'm on the island, I'm on the island
I'm on the island of joy

Stuck

The watch dog he stares
I choke on the air
Hey man, I'm tired of always forgettin' my lines

Wait safe and sound
For time to push me around
Hey baby, you know you can freeze up where
I'm Stuck

Everybody stares
Like everybody cares
But me, I'm just burning off the fog

In my own town
The plain is upside down
But baby, you can count on me to be stuck

It's a stand-off
It's a stand-off
Where's my hand-off

Lovin' To A Real Man

We all  have dreams
Some in a mini-skirt
And a belly shirt
Packin' lots of hurt
But that won't do it for me

I gotta have the whole bush
Gotta have can
I need the whole enchilada
Runny yoke frittata
'Cause that's Lovin' To A Real Man

I gotta have the whole bush
Gotta have can
I need the whole enchilada
Runny yoke frittata
'Cause that's Lovin' To A Real Man
Lovin' To A Real Man

Parking Lot, U.S.A.

you went down on your knees
begging for forgiveness since your world 
   went black
you went down on your knees
begging for forgiveness when I clipped
   your back
with my car in the parking lot of the Super Mart
where I'm slave
 
well how did I run over you
and how the hell'd yer goddamn shoe
   get in my back seat
I wished you were that little kid
with so much life already lived in my back seat
and your not in the parking lot of the Super Mart
where I'm slave

you  went down on your knees
begging for forgiveness since your world 
   went black
you went down on your knees pretty baby
   when I clipped your back
with my car in the parking lot of the Super Mart
where I'm slave

and your not in the parking lot of the Super Mart
where I'm slave
and now your not in the parking lot of the I.G.A.
and now your not in the parking lot
   of the good old U.S.A.
and now your dead in some parking lot
   of the good old U.S.A.



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