Lyrics

DRUNK SLUTS FOREVER
It's All Sugar
IT’S ALL SUGAR

The candidates twist what each other said
The oil companies get into bed
The plastic surgery victim’s bandaged and red
The little boy with the hole in his head
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit

The jet crashes and 81 die
The submariners sink and families cry
The spin doctors treat their beautiful lies
Cigarettes and coffee, the acceptable high
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit

The party guests want to look their best
Wall Street says that it’s time to invest
Another teenager takes lead in his chest
The fashion police come to make the arrest
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit

The old man wants his instant erection
The local whore makes her panty selection
The village idiot wins the election
The horsemen wait to make the correction…

It’s all sugar. It’s all shit (C12H22O11)
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit (C12H22O11)
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit (C12H22O11)
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit

SOLO
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit (C12H22O11)
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit (C12H22O11)
Whatever you make of it. (C12H22O11)
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit
It’s all sugar. It’s all shit
What will you make of it?

Pinocchio Nose
PINOCCHIO NOSE

Seen you once (twice) down in the alley
With a soulless bitch you drugged up in the Valley
“If you keep ‘em in the dark like the back of a trunk
They’ll probably just wake up and think they’d got drunk”

We’ll keep it on the down-low (so no one knows)
Keep it on the down-low (nobody knows)
Like Pinocchio Nose

It’s a feeding frenzy when you get your shark on
(oh, you look so neat)
With a glimmer in yer teeth sinking into your own young
(fresh meat tastes so sweet)
“Well, the pallor of death really suits you just fine”
I want to tell the girls but I change my mind

To keep it on the down-low (so no one knows)
Keep it on the down-low (nobody knows)
Like Pinocchio Nose

Liar, liar, pants on fire. Liar, liar, pants on fire

You’re a jester, you’re a punk, you’re a terrorist cell
A skeleton in the closet in an infant down a well
You’re a broken record, you’re an infinite loop
A fly on the wall, in the ointment, in the soup
You’re the drunken perp who walks away from the accident
And I’d call you out but you’d take it as a compliment

So we’ll keep it on the down-low (where no one knows)
Keep it on the down-low (everyone knows)
To keep it on the down-low (so he don’t know)
Keep it on the down-low (everyone knows!)
But Pinocchio Nose
Pinocchio Nose…

So Long (Pine Box)
SO LONG (PINE BOX)

Momma’s in a pine box
Momma’s in a pine box
Daddy’s on a long walk
Momma’s in a pine box

The relatives a’come around (Boo-hoo-hoo)
To turn a frown upside down (Boo-hoo-hoo)
There’s Sonny on the left and Aunt Daisy on the right
With their faces all long like they just lost a fight
But Momma’s in the pine box. (Boo-hoo-hoo)

The preacher writes his epitaph (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Moses throwing down his staff (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
You got it all wrong in this situation
‘Cause you haven’t figured out it’s a celebration
With Momma in the pine box (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

It’s just frost on the pane
A little rain on your parade
Don’t be asking what it’s all about
It’s not your place to figure this shit out

PIANO SOLO

Twelve years come and gone
Time to lose another one
Better off the second time
‘Cause the punishment fit the crime

And the chorus sings the same song (Boo-hoo-hoo)
They knew the words all along (Boo-hoo-hoo)
You get it off your chest ‘cause the feeling’s so strong
And they stare into space ‘cause you took too long
And Daddy’s only just gone. (Boo-hoo-hoo)

You ask me how I’m feeling now
Like you ever cared anyhow
Better off when you stand your ground
Ask me again when it’s you that’s going down

GUITAR SOLO

We’re so glad you came. So long
We’re so glad you came. So long
We’re so glad you came. So long

The Perfect Parasite
THE PERFECT PARASITE

Prozac, Ativan, Ritalin or Valium
One dose will make you feel better
Doctor’s orders, temple scribe, Hippocratic oath or bribe
Two rights then left at the letters

So listen, I’m freezing. I’m feeling sick and I can’t find a cure
Wake me when it’s over. I’ll be here right beside the door

Pot, coke, crystal, H—this we’ll have to regulate
Okay, it’s around the next corner
Never mind the legal highs with thoughts of murder-suicide
I think we’re gonna make a killing

So listen, I’m freezing. I’m feeling sick and I can’t find a cure
Wake me when it’s over. I’ll be here right beside the door

You sit around, feeling down, living life on your knees
If you lack the will, there’s a pill to turn your fails to disease—It’s easy!

SOLO

You sit around, feeling down, living life on your knees
If you lack the will, there’s a pill to turn your fails to disease

Prozac, Ativan, Ritalin or Valium
One dose will make you feel bitter
But if you’ve lost the will to fight, it’s the perfect parasite
It doesn’t kill its victims

So listen, I’m freezing. I’m feeling sick and I can’t find the door
Wake me when it’s over. I’ll be here right beside the cure
I’ll be here right beside the cure
I’ll be here right beside the cure

Drunk Sluts Forever Parts 1, 2 & 3
DRUNK SLUTS FOREVER
PART 1 (in which our protagonist is identified)

The Wino is a friend of mine
Black and blue, it works all the time
I never heard a bad word in the Roots
In The Day the Earth Stood Still
Or The Striding Man in black, I’m dressed to kill
But there’s only one to wear for you

Drunk Sluts Forever! Nothing feels as nice
Drunk Sluts Forever! It was worth the price

The Amp Knob at Eleven’s good
Wesafari makes me feel just like I should
Bedroom Walls is like a second skin
The 935-4612 is another number I would wear for you
But I really shine in baby blue

Drunk Sluts Forever! Nothing feels as nice
Drunk Sluts Forever! It was worth the price
Drunk Sluts Forever! Drunk Sluts Forever! Drunk Sluts Forever!
Drunk Sluts Forever! Drunk Sluts Forever! Drunk Sluts Forever!

PART 2 (the hero’s journey)
INSTRUMENTAL

PART 3 (something else happens)
“Ladies and gentlemen, please put your hands together
for a ‘standard American,’ the LARGE!”

We’ll be together, Drunk Sluts Forever
We’ll shine like angels on high
We come to conquer but not to plunder
Our booty’s more than gold doubloons
We’re after glory. We don’t say “sorry”
Our party tricks satisfy
We’ll be together, Drunk Sluts Forever
We’ll shine like angels on high
On high

“You still with me, baby blue? ‘Cause I see you gettin’ worn out
And I know you get dirty… but you clean up so good!”

Transitional Bob
TRANSITIONAL BOB
INSTRUMENTAL

The Suicide Machine
THE SUICIDE MACHINE

Siobhan was 13 when her father brought home the suicide machine
He kept it in a box with a golden bow across the top

‘Cause once you turn it on there’s no way to turn it off

But when he went to sleep, across the parlor she did creep
To bask in its warm glow, she plugged it in and let it go

‘Cause once you turn it on there’s no way to turn it off

STRING BREAK & SOLO

The shepherd and his sheep harassed the father in his sleep
He shrugged and wound the clock. What good’s a gun without a cock?

‘Cause once you turn it on there’s no way to turn it…
‘Cause once you turn it on there’s no way to turn it…
‘Cause once you turn it on there’s no way to turn it…

Party Down
PARTY DOWN

He drunk, he drink another anyway
She skunk, she sink an alimentary
They done, they dink, it’s just a parlor game
They shirk, they shrink, it’s elementary

He dirt, he think it’s that way anyway
She flirt, she knows it to the faster lay
And time is precious in the alleyway
Yeah, time is specious when you’re a slave

Party down, Party down, Party down,
Party down

And it’s all good now in the airway
The pilot’s cleared out on the taxi, hey
I see your luggage on the display
In the wrong airport where the gypsies say
“Thank you for flying Party Down”

Party down (Today), Party down (Every day), Party down (This way)
Party down
Party down (Today), Party down (Every day), Party down (This way)
Party down

OLOS

He drunk, he drink another anyway
She skunk, she sink an alimentary
They done, they dink, it’s just a parlor game
They shirk, they shrink, it’s elementary

Party down (Today), Party down (Every day), Party down (This way)
Party down
Party down (Today), Party down (Every day), Party down (This way)
Party down

Party down (Party down)
Party down (Party down)

Purdizzy (On Saturday)
PURDIZZY (ON SATURDAY)

Got a little house in West LA
Next to the Church of the Seventh Day
It’s pretty great ‘cause they stay away
I only hear ‘em on Saturday

Singing songs on Saturday. Singing songs on Saturday

I park my bike on the front lawn
It drips oil from dusk to dawn
Some of my neighbors, they disapprove
‘Cept the Oaxacans, they’re always cool

Singing their songs on Saturday (Satur-Saturday)
Singing songs on Saturday (Satur-Saturday)
Singing their songs on Saturday (Satur-Saturday)
On Saturday
On Saturday

And every April my landlady raises the rent
I must admit I’m starting to take offense
It’s okay though, I’m still wrapped up in my felicity
Even though I know she steals my electricity

SOLO

Got a little house in West LA
Next to the Church of the Seventh Day
My friends come over, they stay all day
Come on and join us, you’ll hear us play

Singing songs on Saturday (Satur-Saturday)
Singing songs on Saturday (Satur-Saturday)
Singing our songs on Saturday (Satur-Saturday)
Singing our songs on Saturday (Satur-Saturday)
On Saturday
On Saturday
On Saturday

Release
RELEASE

Green turns to red, the colors dance in your head
But the only one that you can see is blue
And lights illuminate a golden seal on your fate
But you somehow feel that it’s been untrue

And it rains on a sunny day

You feel your heart beat as you try to fall asleep
But the telltale sound never lets you go
She visits you in dreams where nothing is what it seems
But like a fool you always tell her no

And it rains on a sunny day
And it rains on a sunny day

BRIDGE & SYNTH SOLO

As consciousness recedes you try to make sense of the scenes
But it doesn’t add up to a single thing
And the pain begins to fade as endorphins pulse in waves
And the angels lift you up and sing

And it shines
And it shines
And it shines
And it shines

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© 2013 by Liam Gowing