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Fifty Miles of Sulfuric Acid
Verse1
Fifty miles of sulfuric acid is all that stands between us
From buying a luxury condo right on the surface of Venus
It's only 600 degrees centigrade
I'll bring some antacid and some lemonade
Chorus:
Look at all these idiots paying rent on Earth
I'll venture into outer space and get my money's worth
I'm burning rocket fuel until my tanks are dry
You earthling losers can kiss my ass goodbye
Verse 2
I got some timeshare property right on Mercury's surface
My realtor just chuckled and told me that it's worthless
But I've got awesome views of the sun's solar flares
The sunburn can be deadly but who the hell cares
Chorus:
Look at all these idiots paying rent on Earth
I'll venture into outer space and get my money's worth
I'm burning rocket fuel until my tanks are dry
You earthling losers can kiss my ass goodbye
Bridge:
I got a used spaceship I bought online
And all my stuff is bundled up with twine
I'll bring some suntan lotion and heavy duty shades
I know there's a fortune in real estate .......... to be made!
Chorus
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2. |
Detonators
03:20
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Verse 1
The detonators set so don't you forget
To check your watch and drink your scotch
To numb the pain of the morning train
It's a bumpy ride from side to side
partial chorus
It's the rock and roll of the zombie patrol
Verse 2
It's in effect and it's incorrect
Off the scale and doomed to fail
Under the gun the countdown begun
It's hard to run when you weigh a ton
Chorus
ticking, ticking, chickens, scare me like the dickens
By the time I get to Brooklyn, I'll be mad good lookin'
It's the rock and roll of the zombie patrol
Bridge 1
Beware the exploding poultry
They'll accuse you of adultery
rocks in the head geology
flirting with ideology
Verse 3
Detonator set, you can't stop the clock
Your neck gets itchy on the chopping block
Under the gun the countdown begun
It's hard to run when you weigh a ton
Chorus
ticking, ticking, chickens, scare me like the dickens
By the time I get to Brooklyn, , I'll be mad good lookin'
It's the rock and roll of the zombie patrol
Bridge 2
Out of jail until the dawn
Painted skin and bottled blond
A major mullet in disarray
Bite the bullet lunch buffet
Chorus
ticking, ticking, chickens, scare me like the dickens
By the time I get to Brooklyn, , I'll be mad good lookin'
It's the rock and roll of the zombie patrol
He came to New York and thought he would blow up
But now all he does is throw up
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3. |
Feelin Kinda Weird
04:41
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Feeling Kinda Weird!
My wrist feels weird
My teeth feel weird
My lungs feel weird
My leg feels weird
My epiglottis feels weird
My pancreas feels weird
My throat is tickling, but I dare not cough.
I feel like my toes must be falling off
Two or three are gone and I never even missed them
There's strange vibrations from my endocrine system
Sparks shooting out from my invisible hand
A fire broke out in my pituitary gland
I'm a hyper paranoid schizo freak
But maybe I'll be fine by the middle of the week
Chorus:
I'm feeling kinda weird. Something ain't right!
There's demons in my flesh that keep me up at night
How long should it hurt before I know that something's wrong?
How long should I sing these words before it's a lousy song?
Verse 2:
Look at these pills on the drug store shelf
What if I just heal all by myself?
Why do I waste my time at the doctor?
The nurse is crabby as a pissed-off lobster
They clearly don't know what's going on
I'll stage a sit-in on the White House Lawn
I'll do a hunger strike till the end of this crisis
Who the hell can eat with these grocery prices?
Chorus:
I'm feeling kinda weird, the doctors are perplexed
They act like I'm as old as tyrannosaurus rex
How long should it hurt before I know that something's wrong?
How long should I sing these words before it's a lousy song?
Bridge:
I'm feeling kinda weird. I should stay at home
Elevate my chakras in a geodesic dome
I'm feeling kinda cold. I'm feeling kinda warm.
I feel my third eye is in the eye of the storm
Spinning around and making me shiver
The germs are building condos in my liver
I looked in the mirror, I saw three faces
How can I achieve homeostasis?
Chorus
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4. |
Rocks in your Head
02:28
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Rocks in my head
I don't need to be a geologist to see
You got rocks in your head, you live in a fantasy
And I take it for granite
You're from a different planet
Than me
I can hear them rattle around inside your skull
Nothing too sharp, these rocks are really dull
Nothing that might cause a spark
These rocks are always in the dark
Rockhead!
The problem is that these rocks are really loud
Sharing your stone age vision with your crowd
All your blabbering on, I get no peace
Studying rocks just ain't my expertise
Are they igneous rocks?
or sedimentary?
Or maybe Metamorphic?
Or just plain scary?
You've got a head that's filled with rock
Your brain cells seem to be out of stock
Some people's brains are a precious gem
But you're sure as hell not one of them
Rockhead!
repeat first verse
I don't need to be a geologist to see
You got rocks in your head, you live in a fantasy
And I take it for granite
You're from a different planet
Than me
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God says he's going to kick my ass
My car is guzzling too much gas
God's really getting in my face
I need to start cleaning up this place
God called me a dirty fink
All his animals are going extinct
He roared in a voice as loud as Slayer
He's really pissed off about the ozone layer
God says he's going to wring my neck
He's really pissed about the Greenhouse effect
God is all hot under the collar
'Cause I fucked up nature to make a lousy dollar
God going to kick me in the head
All of the fish in the lakes are dead
God's gonna poke me in the eye
There's all this pollution in the sky
I'm trying extra hard to stay alive
There's going to be hell to pay when I die
God's going to pound my head into my chest
For leaving the Earth such a fucking mess
He'll be yanking out my insides
For using all those pesticides
For all this irreparable harm
God's going to break my fuckng arm
God is waiting at the Pearly Gate
With a chainsaw ready to amputate
He's all ready to cut me to pieces
'Cause I turned the Earth into a pile of feces
Now I lay down to sleep
I'm up shit's creek and it's way too deep!
I sold my soul, I didn't use my head
The devil's greedy fingers clutch the end of my bed!
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Bats in the Belfry
03:50
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You might be thinking that I don't look so tough
But I have got a head full of crazy batshit stuff
My brain is an airport for eyeball-eating bats
So you better mind your manners you fucking little brats
Stand back you freaks, I've got bats in the belfry
A tangle with me shall prove to be unhealthy
These little buggers flying out of my ears
Shall far surpass all your darkest fears
Chorus:
Bats in the Belfry! (3)
Verse 2
Their flapping wings and piercing cries
These hungry bats will eat your eyes
And then you'll see what I'm talking about
So head for the hills and get the fuck out
Stand back you freaks, I've got bats in the belfry
A tangle with me shall prove to be unhealthy
These nocturnal creatures shall run amuck
These furry little bastards don't give a fuck
Chorus
Stand back you freaks, I've got bats in the belfry
A tangle with me shall prove to be unhealthy
These little buggers flying out of my ears
Shall far surpass all your darkest fears
Chorus:
Bats in the Belfry! (3)
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7. |
Existential Dread
03:47
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I'm a genius with a shovel
I have a way with dirt
I can dig a dirty hole
And rub it on my shirt
I used to think I was clever until I read Camus
Now I sit in the parking lot with nothing better to do
That dirt that once had meaning. My shovel meant something too
Now I sit in the parking lot with nothing better to do
Now I see the emptiness
When I stare into this hole
Now it's only dirt displaced
And I'm losing all control
Oh my freakin' god, it's existential dread
I can't seem to get it out of my head
Digging all this angst that life is causing ya
The shovel hole dilemma causes nausea
Alone among abandoned shopping carts
I'm digging the desolation in our hearts
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8. |
Grasshoppers
04:15
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Scaring Me with that Grasshopper
I'm painting with my moustache because it's very long
I found a perfect rhino turd so I put it in this song
I made a film delicious full of donkey rot
And cruising Fifth Ave. with my ocelot
You're scaring me with that grasshopper
That grasshopper is scaring me
Grasshoppers!
Delighting my crowd with my coprophage
I'm answering the lobster with this fine homage
My clocks are melting, there's a burnt giraffe
An Andalusian dog cut my eyeball in half
You're scaring me with that grasshopper
That grasshopper is scaring me
Bridge
My visions of ant skulls hypnogogic
Daddy longlegs dreams defy all logic
A bee buzzes around my pomegranate
Grand piano masturbation planet
Grasshoppers!
You're scaring me with that grasshopper
That grasshopper is scaring me
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World of Sharks
03:27
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World of Sharks
Welcome friends to the world of sharks
Their teeth start leaving these little marks
You might see a pointy fin in your neighbor's lawn
Then one of these days your leg will be gone
Don't look at me like some kind of loona
You'll wake up one day in a can of tuna
Chorus
You're living in a world of sharks and you're just a minnow
Your cover's blown, your comfort zone is out the window
They know who you are and they know what you're doing
So you better wake up before their teeth start chewing
Sharks try to get me with their get rich schemes
Mouths full of politics get me with their screams
Promising fun if I buy their whatchamacallit
Sharks get all friendly and try to snatch my wallet
Sharks with commercials to sell me useless things
Lady sharks try to get me to buy them diamond rings
Chorus
Okay, so that's my story, it's probably really boring
Anyway, my time is up and I see my shrink is snoring
I didn't used to be like this. I think I know the cause
You never should've let me go see that movie "Jaws"
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Cellblock 8
05:28
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Cellblock Eight
Cellblock Eight and don't be late
The bell tells me when to salivate
Yes, It might seem quite a bummer
The boys in Statistics got your number
Figured down to a puny decimal
Played at a rude and painful decibel
The prison decides how your dressed
My winning number is on your chest
You do not control me - with your damn statistic
The Ad machine - is so sadistic
I don't have to abide by your demographic
But I hear the sound of footsteps from the attic
The woodpecker is shouting orders
The walls collapse on the servant's quarters
I'm a victim of some hard collisions
They blame it on all my bad decisions
The housing boom destroyed my shack
They even canceled my heart attack
I can't afford it on my present plan
They're even charging me to get a tan
These UV rays cost money in case you forget
The socialist ozone layer hasn't killed us yet
Charging me to wait in the waiting room
My fillings rattled loose by the sonic boom
Totaling expenses our fingers sure get tired
If we miss one penny we surely will be fired
Adding on more time they say I need to serve
Why can't I adhere to the probability curve?
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Penis Enlarger
03:26
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Penis Enlarger
I read in a magazine that size does matter
It's got to be longer, It's got to be fatter
Verse 1
Penis Enlarger - swinging dick dance
Now I'm going to need a bigger pair of pants
Swinging Dick Dancer!
I'm like a sex god come down to Earth
Maximum length, maximum girth
Swinging Dick Dancer!
Chorus
Penis Enlarger - swinging dick dance
Now I'm going to need a bigger pair of pants
Penis Enlarger!
verse 2
I've got the biggest pillar on the block
People come to worship my enormous cock
Swinging Dick Dancer!
King of the jungle - forget about the lions
I'm a miracle of medical science
Swinging Dick Dancer!
Chorus
bridge
At first I was skeptical, it came in the mail
But I'm hung like a beluga whale
Chorus
Verse 3
I'm like a sex god come down to Earth
Maximum length, maximum girth
Swinging Dick Dancer!
I've got the biggest pillar on the block
People come to worship my enormous cock
Swinging Dick Dancer!
Chorus
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Drunk Tank Commando
03:55
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Drunk tank commando
Verse 1
Stumbling endlessly to get your fill
Friendless, homeless drinking still
No longer needed at your job
You're stupid, lazy, a fucking slob
You've got a duty to show us all
How much farther we can fall
Verse 2
When we feel we have hit rock bottom
We need answers, we know you've got 'em
Just when we're sure we can't get much lower
You show up and give it a go-er
You've got a duty to show us all
How much farther we can fall
Chorus:
Drunk tank commando
O tavern tankard clergy
Forgive us our ineptitude
We are not worthy
We stumbled in the dark until discovering
The glow of his beer light halo hovering
Bridge:
A real man, they say, can hold his liquor
But I'm lost in a fog and its getting thicker
I threw up on my shirt, I'm such a dope
But I see you guzzle it down, it gives me hope!
Drunk Tank Commando!
Chorus
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13. |
Turret Syndrome
03:24
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I live in a turret that towers over the city
I don't need your sympathy, I don't need your pity
My shit goes out the window, I don't have no plumbing
You better be looking up or you won't see it coming
I live in a turret, beware of the falling turd
All the muddled masses hang on every word
That spring from my lips - such a revelation
Falling down like smart turds on all of creation
People having issues with my splendid turret
All their petty insults do nothing to obscure it
Go and gnash your teeth, I don't want to fight
Your anger seems superfluous from this lofty height
It's the polar opposite of an ivory tower
A towering dump suitable tomake the lowlifes cower
I must be a rock star, I'm come to this conclusion
Why do you try to cure me of this fine delusion?
I live in a turret that is high above your head
I even live upstairs from existential dread
The view is just incredible from this elevation
Watching people mill around, it's quite an education
People having issues with my splendid turret
All their petty insults do nothing to obscure it
Go and gnash your teeth, I don't want to fight
Your anger seems superfluous from this lofty height
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