Clubs and sticks and bats and balls
For nuclear dicks with their dialect drawls
That come from a parking lot town
Where nothing lives in the sun
Don’t make me a target
When he reach back in his mind
Feels like he’s breaking the law
There’s something back there he got
That nobody knows
He never claimed to say what he says
He smells like the inside of closets upstairs
The kind where nobody goes
Now you know your way back from the spirit farm
Brush your teeth for bed, blow out that cherry bomb
Blow out that cherry bomb for me
You’ve got to know it’s on your sleeve
It was the longest day that I’ve ever known
I watched you start that drive alone
Blow out that cherry bomb for me
It’s gonna burn right up your sleeve
Oh so there you go again out in your dressing gown
Get yourself to bed, blow out that cherry bomb
Life can be so fair, let it go on and on
I got paid and my hand on your cherry bomb
Ah you know
Mm-a RHYTHM AND SOUL
Gets your hands out your back pockets
Boy let it go
Here comes the man you saw in Kazan
He just fixing his coat
Rhythm and soul
Dollars and cents ain’t no accident
Not in the name of democracy
Come get there
Come be there
Come let your socks fall down to your shoes
And you know rhythm and soul
Gets your ankles moving their sockets
There you go
Here comes the man
He followed you from Kazan
He can’t leave it alone
Ah no, rhythm and soul
When you take a picture and it falls in your lap
Take another picture and you’re springing the trap
You’ve been sold
You can’t bat this with your eye
Change your tie and get wise
Rhythm and
Tract houses
Square couches
Short legs and square shoulders
Pot holders
Egg and soldiers
Y’ tank rollers
You all know this
Yeah you know
Oooh the rhythm and soul
Get your fingers moving their sockets, tune in Tokyo
You’re just the man
The one I saw in Kazan
One of us went for the throat
RHYTHM AND
Someone that I knew but I hardly met
Told me, It’s hopeless I’m a slut for the New York Times
She made my heart soft, wore an aiguillette on her arm
She never been to Texas, never heard of King Kong
And it’d been so long since I’d been suitably high
So we did an Airborne, settled in for the night
Tell me sweetness don’t somehow reach your heart
Until you fall flat down and you can’t wait to start
This is the one cold truth we’ve all of us known
As I think to myself this could be easy or I could face it alone
And then the place ignite
All out of grace and I’m
Behind the base line
You got no time for the messenger
Got no regard for the thing that you don’t understand
You got no fear of the underdog
That’s why you will not survive
I wanna forget how convention fits
But can I get out from under it
Can I cut it out of me
It can’t all be wedding cake
It can’t all be boiled away
I try but I can’t let go of it
Can’t let go of it, nuh uh
Cause you don’t talk to the waterboy
And there’s so much you could learn but you don’t want to know
You will not back up an inch ever
That’s why you will not survive
The thing that I tell you now
It may not go over well
It may not be photo op
The way that I spell it out
But you won’t hear from the messenger
Don’t wanna know ‘bout some thing that you don’t understand
You got no fear of the underdog
That’s why you will not survive
Sometimes I think that I’ll find a love
One that’s gonna change my heart
I’ll find it in Commercial Appeal
And then this heartache’ll get chased away
I was part-time at the Tasty Prawn
That and moving furniture and cutting lawns
Covered in newsprint, staying up real late
Just holding out for some fate
I was dreaming in the driver’s seat
When the right words just came to me
And all my finer feelings came up
Always out on some witch’s hunt
For the one who never lets me want
Before you know it it’s all fuss
Jenny’s watching Cover Shot
My head’s feeling light
I’m in need of someone take care of me tonight
Anyhow, anyway, so I split
Like just getting out of there is gonna get me out of this
I spent the night in the map room
I humanized the vacuum
I’m in need of someone to take care of me tonight
And as I’m looking out at you can you see that in my eyes
On the mend, now they could lead me home
Street tar and summer, they play a trick on your soul
Oh Jenny’s gone day and night
Ah it makes me feel so light
Just somebody to care tonight
Jenny’s watchin day and night
Ah my head’s still feelin light
Someone to take care tonight
All the weird kids up front
Tell me what you know you want
Someone to take care tonight