LYRICS

GET THE WATER HOT

I am all new, I regenerated

Every cell is fresh

And what is next is… nothing left

I scraped away so every layer’s off

Fresh and soft

Get the water hot

Pounding on my head a lot

And I’m scratching and scraping, pulling off the dead

Get the water hot – turn to what is not

There’s a vision of beauty in an often ugly world

Wash it all away

I am all new, I regenerated

Every cell is fresh and seven years it all gets replaced again

It gets new faces and new memories

I’ve got new lenses and new legs

Get the water hot, wash it all away

PUSH ON

Sleeping in the shed out back

Waiting for their next attack

The billy goats perched upon his head

Waiting to get high in the morning

But he’s oh so very boring

Why on earth do they adore him?

Slipping into the night

Push on ‘til you see the light

Making himself a midnight snack

I think it will be coming up roses

The fireman said he lost the hoses

The barber let out all the dogs

He couldn’t see through the fog

The billy goats keep coming back

They keep coming back

Slipping into the night

Push on until you see the light

CAN’T STOP THE RIVER

Big Rhonda seems so faded

She looks so fine, even when I close my eyes

She waits for the welcoming nod of delivery

She waits for you

Temporary complication, temporary teeth

Temporary situation, temporary relief

Don’t tell me you don’t see Wasco

He’s doing fine, chilling in his double-wide

He waits for a limited case of the remedy

He waits for two

Temporary complication, temporary teeth

Temporary situation, temporary relief

MUCKRAKER

I see the world from your perch

Believing all your research

Just keep an ear out

Just close your eyes

We all avoid the hard truth

Destroy the one who told you

“Just keep your head down

Just close your eyes”

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A ragged beast with seven eyes and seven tongues

A bitter bile to kill his heart and fill his lungs

The missing link between the cave and every ring

Slips down the kitchen sink

A highlights reel of every wrong I ever did

An ugly shadow that I try to keep well-hid

The cruel intentions that I tried to override

I can no longer hold back

Remaining scraps of my dignity

Turn into fossilized teeth

The skin of my masculinity

Covers a poison beneath

Take back whatever you said to me

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Remaining scraps of my dignity

Made sharp and fixed to the blade

Bloodlust to vanquish my enemy

Becomes my stock-in-trade

Take back whatever you said to me

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Take back whatever you said to me

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ELLIS STREET STOMP

She used to be a college debutante

But now she’s on the street looking gaunt

She makes her money on her back

But it didn’t used to be that way

She fell out of love with San Francisco

She saw the streets coming up through the ground

A home that with a dream

Is now asleep on the ground

I need some personal space

To heal me from the grind

I need some personal space

To find my peace of mind

She used to be a college debutante

But now she’s on the street looking gaunt

A home that with a dream

Is now asleep on the ground

REACHING OUT

Copycats with solid scraps

Glowing blue, dulling soon

Golden sand, a reaching hand

Can we not stop?

Growing fears, and falling tears

Once bright and green, now unseen

Reaching out into the crowd

We could not stop

IN THE BUSINESS

I’m in the business of making you mine

We’re in the business of making it shine

SELLING THE FARM

How would I know I’d be resigned to the unthinkable

I always believed you were unsinkable

In my life raft, I am floating by

Where will I go and will this be the last time?

How could I know you would slip away?

And I’d be resigned to the unthinkable

Rolling on the waves, lost to the horizon

Nothing I can recognize, no moon to light the way

How will I know what is possible?

How will I know what is real?

I’m resigned to the unthinkable

And then the wave passes, and I row myself to shore

Tumbling past the memories, I can hear you sing me

I haven’t lost anything, and I’ll be whole again

How could I know this would be the last time?

LILYPAD

Time left to raise a glass

To the world that we created

Watching from the satellite

How did it get so complicated

A slow-motion auto crash

On every street in town

Look up at the silver sky

And thank the world for innovation

Recall the dream we had

Of floating on a lilypad

Terraces of green and blue

Circles heading to the sky

To the sky

Oh

Roxanne, how did you know

And when did you create it?

How do the pieces fit

And how can we help demonstrate it?

A cautious optimist

From every home in town

Look out at the blue horizon

And thank the world for innovation

Recall the dream we had

Of floating on a lilypad

Terraces of green and blue

Circles heading to the sky

To the sky

Oh