Primus - Antipop lyrics
Tracks 01. Intro
02. Electric Uncle Sam 03. Natural Joe 04. Lacquer Head 05. The Antipop 06. Eclectic Electric 07. Greet The Sacred Cow 08. Mama Didn't Raise No Fool 09. Dirty Drowning Man 10. Ballad of Bodacious 11. Power Mad 12. The Final Voyage Of The Liquid Sky 13. Coattails Of A Dead Man 01. Intro
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02. Electric Uncle Sam
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey I am the plan I am the man Who tells you what And when you can I'm the old one That torments you I am the voice That tells you to Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere I am your Uncle Sam. Electric Uncle Sam You beg me please On bended knees Not to sit among these enemies If you feel like You wanna dance then step aside And take a chance Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere I am your Uncle Sam Electric Uncle Sam Yeah, hey I am your Uncle Sam Yeah, hey I am your Uncle Sam Yeah, hey Electric Uncle Sam 03. Natural Joe
There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene
He's one mellow-ass son of a bitch-a He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd He's one healthy-ass sone of a bitch-a But late at night he sneaks on down to the liquor store for a bottle of sheep dip Natural Joe, got an easy flow Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe" Joe, he's a happy Man and he won't do you wrong He's one respectable son of a bitch-a Now Joe ain't no patriarch, but he's smooth with the girls He ain't no cahuvinistic sone of a bitch-a But late at night he sneaks on down to the porno store for a little bit of Nature Joe, he's hanging low Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe" There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene He's one mellow-ass son of a bitch-a He don't like firearms; he don't own knives He's one pacifistic son of a bitch-a. But late at night he eases on down to the video store for a little bit of Natural Joe, got an easy flow Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe" Natural Joe, looking slow and low Look there he goes Go Natural Joe! 04. Lacquer Head
Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely
Pimple faced and rather homely He wasn't much for socializin' The TV kept a mesmerizin' In one ear and out the other Picked up a trick from his older brother Got him a can of sniffin' sauce Pinned his mind up on a cross Lacquer head knows but one desire Lacquer head sets his skull on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline Sniffin' paint since the seventh grade She was high on gin and gatorade On turpentine she lost her luck Fell in front of a speeding pick-up truck He was a boy of soft demeanor And he loved his carburetor cleaner The vapor made a sweet aroma He sniffed himself into a coma Lacquer head feeds his one desire Lacquer head sets his brain on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop Lacquer head knows but one desire Lacquer head sets his skull on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah 05. The Antipop
The Earth it did crack open
on the day that I was born and a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin' over din I sucked information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. As a young man, I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense I cannot muddle through. I lay on my back and scan the radio all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow. I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I stood by watching and I seen 'em come and go. I seen 'em make that million then vanish in the snow. They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds. Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. 06. Eclectic Electric
[Part I - Blinded by the Sun]
Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. Someone reel me in, I'm drifting ever farther from my home. I remember when I was a baby gazing in amazement at the sky. Sing it twinkle twinkle little baby daddy's gonna learn you to fly... high... like a coment through the sky. Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. I'm drifting with the wind, trying to hold the course that I've been shown. I remember when I was a baby staring in amazement at the sun. Better shield your eyes now little baby no one ever said you were the one; no one ever said you were the one who can't be blinded by the sun. I think I'm blinded by the sun. [Part II - Sanity is Coming to Town] I like to taunt, I like to tease. I'll bring your psyche to its knees. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town. Who gives a damn what you say, you're pissing all your dreams away. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town. [Part III - Pressing Onward Towards the Light] Pressing onward through the night. Pressing onward towards the light. 07. Greet The Sacred Cow
Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer.
If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire. If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. 08. Mama Didn't Raise No Fool
The best of times, the worst of times,
the times you can't ignore. Sometimes you bite the bullet and flip flop on the floor. They tell you where to go, and they tell you what to do. They set your face on fire then stomp it out with their shoes. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. The times I can't complain are the times I do the most. On a diet of black coffee and prozac buttered toast. These eunuchs in their prada and Gucci flavored clothes. Wouldn't know a fresh perspective if it bit 'em up on the nose. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. Don't do as they say, just say as they do. No flavor's quite so bitter as the taste of one's own shoe. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. 09. Dirty Drowning Man
I'm a dog, a dirty flying dog.
I drink Campari with marinated wild hog. I've no sense, I like electric fence. I put barbed wire in my pants and do a celtic dance. But when I can, I'm a giving man. I'll flip you out the fire and back up into the frying pan. And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown. Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around. I'm a drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this dirty drowning man. You're so fine, so bright and shiney fine. And I'm so proud to say that you in fact are a friend of mine. And doubly pleased with crooked wobbly knees. I dive on in and backstroke right across these seas of cheese. But on the times when I'm not such a giving man. Please flip me out of the fire and backup into the frying pan. And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown. Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around. I'm a drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this dirty drowning man. 10. Ballad of Bodacious
Who's gonna ride Bodacious? Who's gonna tame him down?
Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride Bodacious here am a whole lotta bull, over nineteen hundred pounds He's born in Goltry, Oklahoma, and he's the badded sonsabitch around If a Burma bull ever were a superstar, then Bodacious just might be He's a cream-colored, beefy brawn, full-fledged Four-footed bovine celebrity Who's gonna ride Bodacious? Who's gonna tame him down? Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman at the start of his buckin' spree And Tuff became one of the few To make the whistle back in nineteen ninety-three Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals in nineteen ninety-five Bodacious had got a little older and wiser Tuff barely came out alive Bodacious here am a whole lotta bull, over nineteen hundred pounds He's born in Goltry, Oklahoma, and he's the badded sonsabitch around If a Burma bull ever were a superstar, then Bodacious just might be He's a cream-colored, beefy brawn, full-fledged superstar Bovine celebrity Who's gonna ride Bodacious? Who's gonna tame him down? Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride Who's gonna ride Bodacious? Who's gonna tame him down? Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside Big, badass Bodacious will take a hunk out of your pride 11. Power Mad
Military show is Blastin' off to Kosovo.
Military show with lightning speed. Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show. How many stabs before we bleed? Those Pinocchios chattering out in stereo, boy Pinnocchio and his golden deed. Masculinity? Oh, galvanized in the world wide show as we fertilise the seed. Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down dad I only try to do what's right. Power man, the best friend that you ever had unless of course you choose to fight. Power mad, driving out of the shadows, he never tires when he plays. Power mad, he's a streak in the night time speculating how he'll take on the world some day. Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a Broadway show how many stabs before we succeed. Power mad, I didn't drop my pants down dad, I know my left hand from my right. Power man, the best friend that you ever had unless of course you lose the fight. 12. The Final Voyage Of The Liquid Sky
I been fightin' gravity since I was two
Questers of the prize blind men int he snow. Some streak the skies I choose to go below. Skin moves towards malignant worshipping the sun. They clamber over corpses to be the chosen ones. Drift along liquid sky. Descending through the darkness to the vast terrain. Down here on the bottom you rarely hear the rain. Drift along liquid sky. 13. Coattails Of A Dead Man
He wasn't lookin' for fanfare or fame
but it all came around just the same. He then met a girl with desire in her eye, he gave her love, she took his name. The times they were good, the times they were bad, most times it was just in between. The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had, she put on display for all to be seen. Some find their solace in work or the lord, she was quite content in her dream. When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light, he found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam. One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole, he reached out for something to feel. She offered back nothin' but lack of respect so he left himself out with two barrels of steel. She cried in the day, she cried in the night. She cried loudest when someone was near. Whether crying for him or she cried for herself, the bigger the camera, the bigger the tear. Most folks agree that she was living a hell and publicly she showed her pain. And never once was there a thought for herself, and the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame. Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride. On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride, on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high. |