SO WHAT

Naive brats play each day

Messing with the young at hand

Pubescent smiles turn to cramps

Get back to your bible school

So what if your mother kicks me in the nuts?

Parental discretion was the word

Words I speak will be heard

Sitting in your easy chair

Now you’ve done it, wet in your pants

So what if your mother kicks me in the nuts?

NOT MY KIND

Don’t give a shit, don’t really care

Don’t give a fuck about what I wear

Look at my eyes, see why I stare

All your lies reflected there

Not my kind

Not my kind

Not my kind

Not my kind

Stood in everybody’s way for so long

Is there a place, except at home?

Seems okay being a loner

I get the fuck right out of here

Not my kind, you stupid cunt

Not my kind, you stupid cunt

Not my kind, you stupid cunt

Not my kind, you stupid cunt

Not my kind

SCIENCE'S FICTION

Dream to be modern, human toil replaced

Technology build a panacea, “Acquire leisure labour-free”

But a mechanical appetite, “Machine has its maintenance”

When I hear that mellifluous voice

I know it’s ‘Science’s fiction’

HOUSTON  (originally by Dean Martin)

It’s lonesome in this old town

Everybody puts me down

I’m a face without a name

Just walking in the rain

Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston

I got holes in both of my shoes

I’m a walking case of the blues

Saw a dollar yesterday

But the wind blew it away

Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston

I haven’t eaten in about a week

I’m so hungry, when I walk I squeak

Nobody calls me friend

It’s sad the shape I’m in

Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston

I got a girl waiting there for me

Well, at least she said she’d be

I got a home and a big, warm bed

And a feather pillow for my head

Going back to Houston, Houston, Houston

                                                       RECORDED 30 JUNE 1979