Songs of the FISHBONE

in the air Was it a rose I said excuse me ma’am but you tweekin’ my nose She slapped him in the face with a terrible blow… Ohh what

I see you setting up your shot I’m gonna git out of your range I’ll never sing your sad sorry song Lemon Meringue Sour to the taste and sweet

In the darkness, I have found my vision I’ve seen the Queen that thrives on desolation A Queendom that preys on both young and old Open your eyes….. A

There once was a Ma that wanted her There once was a Pa that wanted her I know she’s confused, she’s my blood sister She told me the blues

I cannot get over legitimately, the reality Of my surroundings do not point to the sky So why should I even try (when there’s nuthin’ out there to be)

That I’m in. It’s liberating for a little while But living in shit with shit And bein’ all about shit ain’t my style So up to the front I

I had a dream that I was disgusted It was a scene where gold had rusted They took the homes of the people who trusted The one up high

You all feel large but you’re looking small down there You all feel large but you’re looking small down there It’s hot so take your clothes off — And

And now another story of stolen faith and tragic glory They claim to be your friends but all the while they taunt you with lies They tell you what

Fear is the curse and today’s word is PRESSURE Too long to count the worry and the strife Speed Racer, Takin’ in that PRESSURE PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE

struck with fire to the touch Hate is when you can’t relate in a different state to hate Revenge execute pain to the thief of Love filled with Hate