Just Us Kids I've had enough of this small town bullshit I'm not stayin' in school I'm makin' good dough workin' with my brother Cleanin' out pools I'm going out to California And man it won't be long As soon as I get my license Color me gone Oh knock it off Johnny Man, your livin' in your head You ain't even got a car And those chicks don't believe a word ya said But you're doin' all the talkin' So I just keep quiet And this'll probably go no where But I can't blame ya for tryin' It's just us kids hangin' round the park at night Hangin' round 'neath the vapor light We got no drugs and we got no guns Not even botherin' anyone I don't have to wear a necktie I don't have to punch a clock I started up a dot com company And man it rocks Won't you come with me down to Mexico In the winter with some friends? My divorce will be final Along about then Meanwhile I got a gram and a real good ride And don't you know I hurt way down inside? Just us kids in the parking lot Out here givin' it all we got We don't want to get old and die And there ain't nothing we wouldn't try Ya know we could really have it all Our kid's gonna graduate next fall I could take retirement in 10 years It's a damn short movie How'd we ever get here? Just us kids hangin' out today Watchin' our long hair turnin' gray Not so skinny maybe not so free Not so many as we used to be ------------------------------------- Hurricane Party The hurricane party's windin' down and we're all waitin' for the end And I don't won't another drink, I only want that last one again He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow, now I should probably be homeward bound There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down I guess that in the morning I'll go lookin' for my gray-striped cat My old house can take the weather so I'm not too concerned about that It was built to take the wind back in nineteen-and-ten when this was one damned fine town But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Candles flickered on the back bar and the building was shakin' with the wind I bought a whiskey for the gypsy and she turned my leather back into skin Just a fleeting sense of that rare suspense I once thought made the world go round But now there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Open up your back screen door Let me see your face once more My hands are cold and my feet so sore And I can't go on this way And the thoughts come too fast and too many to keep count, best just to let 'em on through Now I'm breaking those glass insulators with my old 22 Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls across the knuckles of a rodeo clown There's just no one to talk to when the lines go down My one great love, my God, I can feel her still She ran off to California and now she's living in those Hollywood hills With some bullfrog prince, I've not seen her since Though she calls when he's out of town And there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Open up your back screen door Let me in your space once more I was looking for an easy score But it just don't work that way Some insurance man-biker is yellin' out for one more beer But a part-time pirate just can't get much respect around here We got our problems too, man we'll get to you In just a minute, sit your drunk ass down Yeah, there's no one to talk to when the lines go down Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford and I don't guess that it'll run But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash, could you fetch 'em for me son? The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets all day I should know by now But there's no one to talk to when the lines go down ------------------------------- Fireline Road My name is Alice Walker, they never told me why I’m not named for anybody, it’s a name out of the sky They thought it was pretty I guess, way back when I’ll change it some day I like to pretend, I’m Just a visitor here Like on one of those shows In a house full of people I don’t hardly know But we'll all get to home in a week or so Back to real life And I’m picking up the carpet in the corner where I crash I’m too tired to separate the pennies from the trash And I don’t guess it matters even why Jesus died I can tell you about sins They got this duplex up on Fire Line Road It’s way out from town, so the rent’s pretty low, Not much more than a cinder block cell Just like the one next door And the next one as well And the bus don’t run out here but three times a day The 7-11, it’s a full mile away And there’s a car in the yard, mostly rust and dents We moved here in it, but it hasn’t run since Forget my name, can you forget my face Gonna lose myself in some finer place Finer Places, where I’ll go I’ll leave no trace out on Fire Line Road And there’s a pile of daddy’s quick-picks scattered on the floor Among the half empty bottles, that chair against the door In case he comes home drinkin’, with lovin on his mind I’d never let it happen, but that don’t stop him tryin’ My sister weren’t so lucky, he got to her too soon She never saw it coming, he knew just what to do To keep her silent I swear to god I’ll kill him if I can He said she made him do it, after all he’s just a man Forget my name, can you forget my face Gonna lose myself in some finer place Finer Places, where I’ll go I’ll leave no trace out on Fire Line Road Now she snorts that crank, and stares at the phone She ain’t big as a minute, just skin on bone She bites her nails right down to the quick And they’ve taken her babies, and they won’t give them back And I know she loves them and god knows she tries, But when you’re that far down you’re just going to get high It’s like eating or breathing to the rest of us She can’t even feel bad without the stuff Forget my name, can you forget my face Gonna lose myself in some finer place Finer Places, where I’ll go And I’ll leave no trace out on Fire Line Road My name is Alice Walker, they never told me why ------------------------- The Governor Does the Governer know who killed the fishermen On the lake last night? Was the cigarette boat comin' 'round the point like a bat out of hell Wasn't burnin' his lights? The cigarette boat is not even legal The lake's too narrow to be goin' that fast Two fishermen sat in an old green Jon boat Makin' one more cast Full moon rising big and pale That cigarette boat didn't even slow down It was throwin' up a big old rooster tail And it ran right through 'em with a sickening sound Does the Governor know who killed the fishermen? Does the Governor know who killed the fishermen? The game warden's here and the EMS They hauled up the body with a rope and a hook They got no leads and no suspects State trooper says they're not even gonna look Does the Governor know who killed the fishermen? Had to have been some fat cat Them cigarette boats, they cost many Can't just anybody buy a boat like that Does the Governor know who killed the fishermen? They can't find the boat, they can't find the trailer They were watchin' the ramps, big mistake I'll bet you the farm it's in somebodies' boathouse It never made the ramp and it's still on the lake They try to get a warrant...dream all you want they won't be searchin' any lake front homes Justice is blind to them that own it Money don't talk when it's one of their own Money don't talk when it's one of their own Money don't talk when it's one of their own Does the Governor know who killed the fishermen? Does the Governor know who killed the fishermen? Does the Governor know who killed the fishermen? -------------------------- Ruins of the Realm Standin' in the middle of a Roman street Marble dust all over my feet Bearded masses at the gates Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late Drivin' a Rolls through old Bombay Rickshaw drivers in my way Well they better move over and they'd better move fast Dancin' in the ruins of a golden past Dancin' in the ruins of the rush Queen and country's noble cause Standin' on banks of the river Seine I ain't got tethers to my name Stand my ground and I cast my net Dancin' in the ruins where the sun don't set Dancin' in the ruins of the crown Enfield rifles keepin' us down I got a thirty-ought-six and a premium load In a shotgun shack on a two lane road Smack in the middle of the bible belt Dancin' in the ruins all by myself We got the National Guard with the bayonets We got the ten commandments on the State House steps We shalt not steal and we shalt not kill Dancin' in the ruins of our own free will Dancin' in the ruins of the South Confederate flag taped over my mouth We thank thee lord for all we got While the military nationals call the shots So scrape them hides and clean that slate Dancin' in the ruins of the Nation's state We'll fight 'em in the land, we'll fight 'em in the air Well a cowboy says we got to fight 'em over there He ain't seen nothing like it since Saigon fell Dancin' in the ruins 'cause we might as well Dancin' in the ruins of the realm A fool and a mad man at the helm Dancin' in the ruins of the right Down in the bunker on a hunger strike --------------------- Cheney's Toy Another unknown soldier Another lesson learned Kick the gas can over Strike a match get back and watch that sucker burn Keep smiling for the camera Keep waving to the crowd Don't let up for an instant Stay the course and make your mama proud You're the man Show'em what you're made of You're no longer daddy's boy You're the man That they're all afraid of But you're only Cheney's toy Another unknown soldier Who's seen it all before All in the name of Jesus Behind the razor wire and shackled to the floor Just keep smiling at the cameras And keep that twinkle in your eye We don't need to know the answers Long as we're safe, just hit your marks and say your lines You're the man Show 'em what you're made of You're no longer daddy's boy Take a stand Give 'em what they paid for 'Cause you're only Cheney's toy They'll take a fork and turn you over While the fat lady sings One more pin on one more shoulder Is all the future brings For another unknown soldier Who don't know his own name And he won't get any older And he can't see for the shrapnel in his brain (Multi Chorus) ------------------------