Simple Fool

Son, If you ever find the truth put it to good use.  But don't tell me what to do because I'm a simple fool.  It's all about the greater good.  Be the person that you should.  I've held the ground on which I've stood.  I won because I could.

Peace be unto you my son.  Don't take no guff from anyone.  The fall comes before you're done and I'm a loaded gun.  Fair thee well to you my boy.  Raise a glass to the destroyed.  Find some silence in the noise 'cuz you're my baby boy.

Dogville Days of Summer

The dogville days of summer aren't ever really gone.  They only hang out long enough for us to eat our own.  They'll be back when there's fresh meat on the bone and we'll all welcome them into our humbe home.  Let's not talk about it.  We can get it along.  Let's not talk about it.

For fourty days and nights I wandered with the member of my tribe.  I never wondered if I was doing wrong or doing right.  I never thought I'd lived.  I never thought I'd die until I reached up to the heavens and I touched the bright blue sky. Let's not talk about it.  We can get along, let's not talk about it.

Did you find some piece of mind?  Did you and your friends have a good time?  I can see how you would wanna be turned off, tuned out and free but I cannot believe that you'd abandon me when they come for us.  The dogville days of summer.

We marched up to the castle to depose our wretched king.  We met on his tennis court and took an oath of liberty.  We told of our people that we'd set them free and devised a reign of terror to end tyranny. Let's not talk about it.  We can get along, let's not talk about it.

Did you find some piece of mind?  Did you and your friends have a good time?  I can see how you would wanna be turned off, tuned out and free but I cannot believe that you'd abandon me when they come for us.  The dogville days of summer.

Whole

Maybe I'm your oppressor. Maybe I should leave or maybe I should walk a mile in your shows until I bleed to set you free.  Maybe I should make you believe

Maybe I'm your savior. Maybe I should grant you your reprieve by drowning you in the water of this holy sea to make you see.  Maybe I should make you believe

If I could take a stand I would be a holy man.  If I could tell you thins that you'd never understand I would walk alone for miles to take you home. I will lay my hands on you and make you whole.

Everything you want is at your finger tips.  Your drunken state allows you to conveniently forget that all you need is someone to make you believe.

I'll lead you to the water where I cleansed your wretched soul and gave you satisfaction when I said I'd make you whole.  It's jubilee when I give you something to believe.

If I could take a stand I would be a holy man.  If I could tell you thins that you'd never understand I would walk alone for miles to take you home. I will lay my hands on you and make you whole.

PMH Group Home

Stevie was a rebel, he grew up on the rez, that's where he got his start.  He loved getting high on whatever he could find even if it was from the cleaning cart. Mama didn't raise no angel, daddy ain't ever coming home, so they locked the kids away in a cage of their own.

Erin was a rebel, she did well in school but her parents never knew she was there 'til she put it on display that she thought she might be gay and they sent her off to you know where. Mama didn't raise no angel, daddy ain't ever coming home, so they locked the kids away in a cage of their own. 

Jimmy was a rebel, he liked simple things like sex, drugs and rock and roll.  But in his parents eyes he was the devil in disguise so Jimmy had to go.  Mama didn't raise no angel, daddy ain't ever coming home, so they locked the kids away in a cage of their own. 

Bobby was a rebel, he just wanted some attention from his folks.  So he opened his veins with a razor blade and became the butt of his own joke.  Mamma didn't raise no angel.  Daddy ain't ever coming home so they locked the kids away in a cage of their own.  The Phoenix Memorial Hospital Group Home.

Just A Former Friend

I saw you at the meeting just the other evening, you didn't seem to be quite yourself.  I don't know, you looked a little pekid, swollen eyes, red lips.  A masquerade?  Or an opiate disguise? 

You, you're just a kid.  You say silly things like I once did.  But me, I'm an old man.  One day I'll be nothing more to you than just a former friend.

I don't mind the blank stares, the texting the wandering eyes, the silly inuendos.  The banter between you and I is not quite what it used to be without the innocence that I'd find in your eyes.
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You, you're just a kid.  You say silly things like I once did.  But me, I'm an old man.  One day I'll be nothing more to you than just a former friend.