Skanking Fool
They told me ska was dead, so I dialed 911
And waited patiently for the nurse to come
Yeah I was up all night, man I’m telling you
Nobody bounce back like a skanking fool
She said the strangest thing happened in room 16
The regulator snapped on the big machine
The patient went two tone from solid blue
Nobody bounce back like a skanking fool
So don’t be surprised if you feel the beat
Don’t be ashamed if you move your feet
In an east bay style that’s doctor approved
Nobody bounce back like a skanking fool
© Lethridge, Antlers Ink
Radiation Boy
He spent his days at school, he never broke the rules,
He was nicer than me, Radiadiation Boy
His friends were always true, though he had just a few,
He lived so peacefully, quietly and happily
He Lived across that hill, where life is always still,
Not far from you and me, rather close to you and me
Near his house was a place, where they put toxic waste
A barrel starts to leak, Radiadiation Boy
Ray-ay-ay-ay-adiation Boy
You can’t remember your name and your eyes can hardly see
The get well soon card from PG&E
Ray-ay-ay-ay-adiation Boy
Oh did you read the paper this morning dear? (what!?)
Shocking news about that nice boy from just down the street
It seems that late last night, just before light,
He had some fun with bombs down at the corporate buildings
They say his eyes were bleeding, his hair was falling out,
He screamed this could be you but they took him to the cutting room
As they hauled him away, he screamed out to his friends,
It’s in the air that we breathe in every single day
Ray-ay-ay-ay-adiation Boy
You can’t remember your name and your eyes can hardly see
The get well soon card from PG&E
Ray-ay-ay-ay-adiation Boy
And now it’s ten years later, and I hear people say,
It’s sad I know but they say he was a masturbator
He had warts on his hands, and swollen glands,
And he made wretched sounds at decent people as they passed
It’s funny how people tend to twist history,
to justify injustices of past times,
You’d better cross your fingers, then try to get it up,
Cos in this world today, we’re all radiation boys
Ray-ay-ay-ay-adiation Boy
You can’t remember your name and your eyes can hardly see
The get well soon card from PG&E
Cos your a Ray-ay-ay-ay-adiation Boy
© Dinwiddie, King Roy Music
Ridiculous
There’s absoidity
In every question that I’ve hoid
From any two legged animoil
Articulating woids
With our tales between our teeth
Among the others gone astray
Watching all the idiots
Who throw it all away
If you sit down and let the world move along
Find a way to see what’s really going on
And you stand up to be diligent and strong
In a world gone mad for so long
It’s ridiculous, ridiculous
If history had left us
With no memory to hold
We’d be living in a nutshell
Of the same story told
With our tales between our teeth
Among the others gone astray
Watching all the idiots
Who throw it all away
If you sit down and let the world move along
Find a way to see what’s really going on
And you stand up to be diligent and strong
In a world gone mad for so long
It’s ridiculous, ridiculous
My philosophy (his philosophy)
Is like a story being told (a story to be told)
About the liars and the kind ones (liars and the kind ones)
And the struggle for the gold (the gold, the gold!)
With their tales between their teeth
Among the others gone astray
Acting just like idiots
Who throw it all away
If you sit down and let the world move along
Find a way to see what’s really going on and you
Stand up to be diligent and strong
In a world gone mad for so long
It’s ridiculous, ridiculous
© Lethridge, Antlers Ink
Bad Men Of Bodie
It smelled so wrong, one hundred men strong,
At night they stole our might,
But cowards don’t count, only the brave face
the loss and pay the cost,
These days turning into years, I’m getting stronger
while they’re sitting holding up the bar,
Just a ghost town day, I hear every word they say,
Cos the wind carry it that far,
Still the bad men of Bodie,
buried but they don’t die,
run for they must try,
but you can’t steal the treasure from the brave men of Bodie
It’s been a while since WC checked in
and now he’s here to settle up the score,
shoulda known better than to mess with the man
ya don’t know what he’s fighting for,
Some of them turn and most of them learn and
they seek no reason why,
They pay to come, they pay to go,
dressing the devil for the Sunday show
The bad men of Bodie,
buried but they don’t die,
run for they must try,
but you can’t steal the treasure from the brave men of old Bodie
Tomorrow’s sun will rise but you wont see it cos ya
cashed in your chips this time,
In the high desert cold, you may never grow old,
and they turn no water into wine
Still the bad men of Bodie,
buried but they don’t die,
run for they must try,
but you can’t steal the treasure from the brave men of old Bodie
© Dinwiddie/Eastwood/Kaufman/Stella, King Roy Music
Bested By Pelicans
Sitting on the shore making blues of night and day
When I saw a flock of pelicans flying my way
Their way of life just flat put me to shame
With my primate limbs felt just a bit lame
Bested, bested by pelicans
Bested, bested by pelicans
Graceful in flight and with untold might
They show me up both day and night
Thought i was cool but now see I’m a fool
As my skin burns red in the afternoon sun
Bested, bested by pelicans
Bested, bested by pelicans
Thought my snack bar shrimp cocktail was very tasty
But now see you swooping down all in your glory
For a beakful of mackerel and snapper
My cheese food stuff now stuck to the wrapper
Originus Genus Pelicanus
Bested, bested by pelicans
Bested, bested by pelicans
© Jackson, Zymurgy Music
Bonnie and Clyde
Take this message to Bonnie and Clyde
Tell them if they want to survive
Not to take Route 55
Captain Frank Hammer wants them dead or alive
I used to ride with Bonnie and Clyde
Don’t ask me now even how or why
Hurry, I want them to survive
Take this message to Bonnie and Clyde
Don’t Stop, Murderer, Thief, Cop Killer, Creep!
I remember stealing chickens for fun
Little Clyde and me in the Texas sun
But that’s all gone
The trigger slipped…
Take this message to Bonnie and Clyde
I finally cracked that dirt bag’s code
Watch out for the trick in the road
I nearly drowned so drive, drive, drive
I’m the ghost of Buck Burrows
They shot me down when we tried to run
But I want my brother to survive
Take this message to Bonnie and Clyde!
Don’t Stop, Murderer, Thief, Cop Killer, Creep!
I remember dirty boots on the run
Little Clyde and me in the Texas sun
But that’s all gone
The trigger slipped…
© Jackson/Eastwood/Kaufman, Zymurgy Music
Burning Sky
I seen you on the news, yeah, with a big plastic smile,
Just talkin bout your views, yeah, and I wish you’d show some style,
You’re talkin bout national pride, like it fills you up inside,
To see the youth marching in line, holding the flag to the sky,
But just because you are winning, it does not mean that you’re right,
And just because you are grinning now, it don’t mean the end of the fight,
Just because you are winning, it does not mean that you’re right,
And just because you are grinning now, it don’t mean the end of the fight,
And I’ve seen pictures of you and I, beneath the burning sky,
Pictures of you and I, beneath the burning sky,
Pictures of Iceland, yeah, you’re talkin bout world peace,
Pictures of Bagdad, yeah, you’re lying through your teeth,
Nobody knows your policy, well, you aint got no policy,
You just stand and pose with the army, take your picture, that’s diplomacy
But just because you are winning, it does not mean that you’re right,
And just because you are grinning now, it don’t mean the end of the fight,
Just because you are winning, it does not mean that you’re right,
And just because you are grinning now, it don’t mean the end of the fight,
Well I’ve seen pictures of you and I, beneath the burning sky,
Pictures of you and I, beneath the burning sky
© Dinwiddie, King Roy Music
East Of The Pond
Time keeps on crawling, you know what they say
London is calling, calling you away, calling you away
I don’t think it’s necessary to have one more burden to carry
this feeling for you I just can’t let go (repeat)
so know that I’m sending you this
message of inspiration
to go with that hard frustration
getting your education on
East of the pond
I’m sending you this
Hard to deny what is true
London is calling, calling for you, calling for you
I don’t think it’s necessary to have one more burden to carry
this feeling for you I just can’t let go
so know that I’m sending you this
message of inspiration
to go with that hard frustration
getting your education on
East of the pond
I’m sending you this
Hard to believe what is true
London is calling, calling for you, calling for you
I don’t think it’s necessary to have one more burden to carry
this feeling for you I just can’t let go
so know that I’m sending you this
message of inspiration
to go with that hard frustration
getting your education on
East of the pond
I’m sending you this
© Lethridge, Antlers Ink
Get Out Of My Way
I don’t want to hurt you or cause any trouble but
Get out of my way, get out of my way
I’m trying to dance here, I move in the double so
Get out of my way, get out of my way
I try to love all mankind, I try to do what’s right
But I can’t do anything with you standing in my light
You got a leather jacket, all you need is a badge
Get out of my way, get out of my way
Move it on move it on I came here to dance
Get out of my way, get out of my way
Just go to the back if you want in someone’s pants
Get out of my way, get out of my way
I don’t want your guns, and I don’t want your rat race,
I don’t see any fun in filling up your office space
I paid as much as you, what makes you so cool?
Get out of my way, get out of my way
You image crazy rich punks, get out of my hair
Get out of my way, get out of my way
I’ll sing what I’ll sing and I’ll wear what I wear
Get out of my way, get out of my way
Who do you think you are, some kind of a cop?
Why did you come at all unless you plan to dance til you drop?
Get out get out of my way, get out of my way..
© Dinwiddie/Rader, King Roy Music
I Don’t Know Emilie
I don’t know Emilie, she’s a friend of a friend,
Another fantasy that might never end,
Will she ever see, that I’m afraid of just talking,
So I keep walking on by, so I keep walking on by,
No I’m not scared of who I am, just a little bit cautious,
Some people end up being drunk and obnoxious,
I only know that if I met her today,
I could only be happy, until then I say,
I don’t know Emilie, she’s a friend of a friend,
Another fantasy that might never end,
Will she ever see, that I’m afraid of just talking,
So I keep walking on by, so I keep walking on by,
What are the chances of me playing the fool’s game?
It should be easy just to give her my name,
She’s probably married, or she could be too young,
I’ll never find out, sitting alone,
I don’t know Emilie, she’s a friend of a friend,
Another fantasy that might never end,
Will she ever see, that I’m afraid of just talking,
So I keep walking on by, so I keep walking on by,
Bye bye, bye bye
And so another day I pass by her store,
To get a quick look, and not too much more,
I hope she doesn’t think I’m weird or obsessed,
All I know for a fact is what I’m here to confess,
I don’t know Emilie, she’s a friend of a friend,
Another fantasy that might never end,
Will she ever see, that I’m afraid of just talking,
So I keep walking on by,
I don’t know Emilie
© Lethridge, Antlers Ink
It Takes Money
The rich are gettin richer, the poor is gettin poorer,
It’s such a low down, cryin shame,
There’s so much dirty money, dirty dirty money,
You don’t get to get it, don’t you understand?
It takes money, to make money
It takes money, to make money
Oh that little donkey, he made an up-kick,
Made such a mess out of the place,
All ya people workin, clean it up now,
And when you’re doin it with a smile on your face
It takes money, to make money
It takes money, to make money
Go down to the bank, get on your knees,
Excuse me banker, I’m beggin you please,
I need some cash, for food in the pot,
Give me a little and I’ll pay you back a lot
It takes money, to make money
It takes money, to make money
© Jackson, Zymurgy Music
Not From Here
Excuse me Sir, which way do we go?
I must have made a wrong turn a mile ago,
What’s this, no one can answer?
Maybe someone in the supermarket,
Aisles and aisles of Lyles and Kyles,
Stacks and stacks of plastic wax,
Excuse me Ma’am which way do we go?
I must have made a wrong turn an aisle ago
Looking backward shouldn’t matter more, oh-oh
Time is holding out for something new, oh-oh
Someday we’ll know, where we’re going, oh-oh
Even where we’re from, we’ve never been, oh-oh
We’re not from here
Don’t know why I even ask,
Don’t know why I even try to bother,
The road signs are very clear now,
The place we’re from is not very near,
I’m looking down at my hands,
Trying to decifer the gravy special,
Everybody’s looking at me strange,
Everybody’s looking at me like I’m in a cage
Looking backward shouldn’t matter more, oh-oh
Time is holding out for something new, oh-oh
Someday we’ll know, where we’re going, oh-oh
Even where we’re from, we’ve never been, oh-oh
We’re not from here
Where we gonna go? Where we gonna go? Where we gonna go?
Looking backward shouldn’t matter more, oh-oh
Time is holding out for something new, oh-oh
Someday we’ll know, where we’re going, oh-oh
Even where we’re from, we’ve never been, oh-oh
We’re not from here
© Jackson/Dinwiddie/Kaufman, Zymurgy Music
Outback
Thirty eight dead when the cops
bashed heads in Johannesburg today,
And the bombs go off in Hamburg
and in Libya and Bombay,
Well there’s war in the streets at home
and you can see it on your TV screen,
And everybody’s asking their own god,
well my god, what does it mean?
and I can’t predict the future, but I can see what’s come before,
I can’t predict the future, I can only see what’s come before,
Between East Berlin and West Berlin
they built a wall with a barbed wire top,
And everybody here has to live in fear
of the day when the bomb will drop,
Well there’s one world and it’s big enough for all,
but the blues and reds they had to build a wall,
And no one can live in peace until the stones all fall
I can’t predict the future, but I can see what’s come before,
I can’t predict the future, I can only see what’s come before,
And as the sun comes up in the Eastern sky,
more of God’s children are bound to die,
And as the sun goes down, in the West,
the blood of the rest on the hands of you and
I can’t predict the future, but I can see what’s come before,
I can’t predict the future, I can only see what’s come before
© Eastwood/Dinwiddie, King Wood Music
