The Dead Milkmen Soul Rotation 1992 Hollywood Records * Members: o H.P. Hovercraft (Vocals, Keyboards) o Butterfly Fairweather (Vocals, Guitar) o Dave Blood (Bass) o Dean Clean (Drums, Percussion) ---------------------------------------- 1 - At the Moment At the moment The world stops spinning The sky turns grey At the moment The animals will talk We will disappear At the moment When all is one At the moment You made up your mind Buildings collapse At the moment The trees start dancing You've made the bed At the moment When all is one At the moment When trains collide Suns explode At the moment You decide to go Or fall in love At the moment When all is one It's easy to see It's the best thing to do The only thing left Is to make it all new It's too late now So turn out the light Too bad there's no tomorrow To make it all right 2 - The Secret of Life I saw a cigar shaped flying ship It landed outside on my lawn You poked your head out of a door And said, "Hurry up get on." I've never seen the sight before The world became a shrinking ball I asked where you were taking me You said, "Shut up and you will see." CHORUS Waves of time they rock us back and forth There's no telling if we'll stay on course We raced across the galaxy Away from all our ugliness I felt beautiful and free Out where the devil can't exist I felt a burst of energy Hot white light poured from your eyes We sped into infinity I felt beautiful and free CHORUS Now I'm no longer in my life I've left all my friends behind Now letters don't get past my door I can't really read them anymore You took me to another world Where time ceases to hold sway And computers contain the missing key To life's most sacred mystery The secret of life is no secret at all For secrets hold death and Lies only build walls 3 - Big Scary Place All the stores have Anything you want In this big scary place In this big scary place Everyone forms lines Where you stand and wait In this big scary place In this big scary place The days inch along And you lose track of time In this big scary place Always a lot to do But of course it's easier in your mind In this big scary place Big scary place There's too much space There's not enough space In this big scary place You can go outside If you really want In this big scary place In this big scary place But when you see The eye in the sky Make sure you hide In this big scary place The days inch along And you lose track of time In this big scary place Always a lot to do But it's easier in your mind In this big scary place Everywhere you go Everything you do Everything you know Everything you knew Is swallowed alive Devoured by time Right from your mind In this big scary place Move down the street Only shadows form In this big scary place Lock the door tight From the outside light In this big scary place 4 - Belafonte's Inferno He would sit in the class and dream While the teacher lectured Until the school bell would ring He'd be President Philosopher king He was a dreamer, he was a creator He would dream what he wished to be He was a God, he was a creator He fell in love with a mystery He made up rock bands and TV stations He invented the music He invented the shows He would lie on his bed at night Spinning records on his chest while he sang I am your God, I am your creator But you can do what you want to do I am your God, I am your creator You can love me or hate me It's up to you Then one night Some people landed a spaceship In his bedroom and he got in They took him to the land that he created And tied him to a tree and killed him He was their God, He was their creator To others that created them(?) I am your God, I am your creator Even loved the ones who hated him 5 - The Conspiracy Song Please let me tell you They own our homes, they own our banks We take out loans to buy them tanks They own our children, they own our pets The owned Elvis and Bernhard Goetz They own our rugs and our flower pots There ain't nothin' they haven't got They own the papers and the TV's The water works, record companies Let me remind you They own the talk shows They make the rules They own Geraldo and Donahue They own the state, they own the church They pick the winners on Star Search They own the Christians, they own the Jews They own the Moslems, Mormons, too They put the holes in our socks They put that snake in my mail box From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli We are all tools of the conspiracy From the littlest baby to the biggest V.I.P. We are all tools of the conspiracy Run to the window, they're coming to get you Hide in the basement, they're coming to get you Flee to the rooftop, they're coming to get you Don't go outside, no don't let them get you Someone should tell you, They own the CIA and the IRS They tell us where to shop and how to dress They own the workers, they own the boss They know what's in the secret sauce They own the drugs, they own the narcs We all know they own Dick Clark They own it all, they own everything They write the songs that make the whole world sing 6 - How It's Gonna Be Start off in the womb, yeah, where it's nice and warm Things are lookin' good, then it's time to be born Doctor pulls you out and slaps you on the butt And before you know it your umbilical cord is cut Drag you from your mama, wheel you down the hall Room full of babies, who just lie there and bawl Lyin' in a diaper, feelin' like a fool Things'll get much worse when it's time to go to school You're crammed into a classroom with 30 other kids Good you get nothing - bad you get hit Nobody likes you and the classroom is cold Stuck with a textbook that's 35 years old Bullies beat you up, teacher puts you down Sittin' in the corner don't dare make a sound If you learn one thing, better learn to curse 'Cuz from now on, life gets even worse Now that you are 30, better get a job You will buy a house, you will buy a Saab Get up in the morning, you will feel like dyin' As the years go rollin' by, you will lose your mind You were once a young man, now you're turnin' grey Listening to people talkin' 'bout the Judgment Day Now you've retired, goodbye to the job And you've lost your teeth, goodbye corn-on-the-cob Look back on your life and all the things you did Standin' in the yard, yellin' at the kids Now you're kickin' back, you don't have a care Time to see the world from your Craft-matic chair You'll move to Arizona where all the old folks go You will vote Republican, you'll see UFO's Then one day you die, find yourself in Hell With the lake-o'-fire and that awful brimstone smell You were really good, but you weren't good enough Living ain't so easy, dying's really tough Now look around, see how it's gonna be Yes, my friend, you're screwed for all eternity 7 - All Around the World There are people who want to kill me all around the world There are people who want to kill me all around the world I know about the UFO's I know about the UFO's I know some things I know I shouldn't know I know a woman who can see all around the world I know a woman who can see all around the world The world is full of electric signals that only she can see And she tells me Heaven's angels are watching over me There's a radio wired to my brain An experiment I can't explain I can hear the sounds of UFO's I can hear the sounds of souls crying We are trapped inside a prison all around the world We are trapped inside a prison all around the world And we're the ones who hold the keys We are our own worst enemies We are trapped inside a prison all around the world I know about the UFO's, I know about the mind controls We are trapped inside a prison all around the world I know about the UFO's I know some things I know I shouldn't know I know some things I know I shouldn't know 8 - Silly Dreams I had a dream you came back to my house You changed your mind I had a dream you came back to my house To spend some time You said you'd only stay a week You brought two cats for me to keep And told me not to feed them tuna or they'd throw up I fed them tuna and they threw up For hours and hours and hours and hours I was amazed at all the stuff That came from those little bodies of theirs It was puffy like a sponge The color of the sidewalk And it smelled like the dirty rags beneath the sink I had a dream you came back to my house And robbed me blind You took my stereo, CD's, and tapes and books You left nothing behind I woke up and you were next to me But I knew it was just a dream I woke up again, you were a thousand miles away 9 - Wonderfully Colored Plastic War Toys I said "Let's do it man, Let's torch the whole village!" We went down to look at war toys Wonderfully colored plastic war toys We went down to look at war toys But all the war toys were gone We went down to look at war toys Wonderfully colored plastic war toys We went down to look at war toys But all the war toys were gone All my life I've always wondered What it would be like to fire off a bazooka All my life I've always wondered What it would be like to fire off a ballistic missile We went down to look at war toys Wonderfully colored plastic war toys We went down to look at war toys But all the war toys were gone We went down to look at war toys Wonderfully colored plastic war toys We went down to look at war toys But it seems that we were wrong 10 - God's Kid Brother Are we not the living proof of the idiot God who placed us here Are we not His dirty children, His unwashed sons who He holds dear Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator If this is the ultimate truth, it had to come out sooner or later I've looked for the reason why we're here I've kept on searching until it was clear I've looked for excuses - can't find no other We must be the product of God's kid brother Their ivy halls are closed to us We scrape to survive and we taste the dust The things that we weren't meant to know Are spoke of in places where we can't go So don't tell me you still find it hard to believe That we were made by a different God Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator Let's run to the volcano and toss a virgin in the crater I've looked for the reason why we're here I've kept on searching until it was clear I've looked for excuses - can't find no other We must be the product of God's kid brother Their ivy halls are closed to us We scrape to survive and do what we must The things that we weren't meant to know Are spoke of in places where we can't go So don't tell me you still find it hard to believe That we were made by a different God Maybe there are two Gods A perfect God who made all those perfect people And another God who made the rest of us And maybe, just maybe, somewhere there's a Heavenly choir That sings off key Are we not the proof that there may've been another creator We'll dodge our way through life and hope for something greater I've looked for the reason why we're here I've kept on searching until it was clear I've looked for excuses - can't find no other We must be the product of God's kid brother 11 - If I Had a Gun Would I be amused Would you be impressed That I had the power To put a hole into your chest? When the kids are crying And the welfare check's been spent Would I rob a liquor store To get some money for the rent? If I had a gun Would I start smoking Marlboros? Would I stop smoking Kents? Would I gain some new respect? Would I gain some confidence? Would I suddenly go crazy And shoot my family? And see myself years later On some crime show on TV If I had a gun Would I wear it in a holster? Would I keep it concealed? Would I put it on the table Every time that I'm misdealed? When I hear a nearby gunshot When I'm up at night alone Would I feel a little safer Here in my urban home? If I had a gun 12 - Here Comes Mr. X Here he comes, he's coming down the street With his drunken wife and the kids he beats He's gonna tell you that life is hard And then he'll dump his trash in your backyard You'll hear lots of jokes about the racially pure When Mr. X moves in next door Just take a walk on the ignorant side And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind Just take a walk on the ignorant side And you'll get to see through his eyes There he goes, now he's on the lawn With his Sans-a-Belt pants and his Hush Puppies on The sky is blue and the bees are buzzin' He must be the product of those two first cousins He's got a rifle and a low I.Q. He doesn't close his mouth when he chews his food Oh, please, dear God, strike him dead Aim a lightning bolt straight through his head Oh, please, Reverend Sun Yung Moon Send someone to kill him soon Oh, Mohammed, Prophet of Allah Run him over in his own Impala Oh, please, kill him, Shirley MacLaine Take a pipe and bash in his brain Here he comes, he's driving 'round the block Sticking pamphlets in your mailbox Inviting your kids to an Aryan Youth Camp Moving his ammo when the basement gets damp Training his dog to attack your cat Hitting your mower with a baseball bat Just take a walk on the ignorant side (take a walk) And you'll get to see what goes on in his mind Just take a walk on the ignorant side And you'll get to see through his eyes Here he comes into your life With about as much charm as a Bowie knife He'll swim in your pool when you're not home And steal your tools and your garden gnomes Here he comes, he's coming down the street With his drunken wife and the kids he beats 13 - Shaft in Greenland The world's full of danger You do what you can You feel like a stranger Like Shaft in Greenland Travel around and meet all the people Don't be afraid to touch them lightly Travel around and meet all the people Speak to them so politely Travel around and meet all the people Work up the nerve to shake their hands Travel around and meet all the people See how it feels to be Shaft in Greenland The world is your oyster So rake in the clams And have an adventure Like Shaft in Greenland Travel around and see the tundra Don't be afraid to get out of your car Travel around and see the tundra A little bit of Shaft goes real far Travel around and see the tundra Dig for dinner in the cold, damp sand Travel around and see the tundra See how it feels to be Shaft in Greenland He was big and bad, so he traveled to Greenland He was big and bad, so he traveled to the land of the midnight sun He was big and bad, so he traveled to Greenland He was big and bad, so he traveled to a land where it always snowed And nobody got a tan The world is a ghetto A rusted tin can So pack a stiletto Like Shaft in Greenland