come back to us barbara lewis hare krishna beauregard (John Prine)
The last time that I saw her
She was standing in the rain
With her overcoat under her arm
Leaning on a horsehead cane
She said "Carl, take all the money"
She called everybody Carl
"My spirit's broke"
"My mind's a joke,"
"And getting up's real hard"
Chorus
Don't you know her
When you see her?
She grew up
In your back yard
Come back to us
Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna
Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying quayludes on the phone
Hey, you talk about
A paper route
She's a shut in without a home
God save her, please
She's nailed her knees
To some drugstore parking lot
Hey, Mr. Brown
Turn the volume down
I believe this evening's shot
Repeat Chorus
Can't you picture her next Thursday?
Can you picture her at all?
In the Hotel Boulderado
At the dark end of the hall
I gotta shake myself and wonder
Why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials
We'd all be on T.V.
I heard there is no Christmas in the silly middle east
No trees, no snow, no Santa Clause, they have different religious beliefs
They believe in Muhammad and not in our holiday
And so every December I got to the middle east and say
Hey there Mr. Muslim, merry ** Christmas
Put down that book the Koran, and here's some holiday wishes
In case you haven't noticed, it's Jesus' birthday
So get off your heathen Muslim**and ** celebrate
There is no holiday season in India I've heard
They don't hang up their stockings and that is just absurd
They've never read a Christmas story, they don't know what Rudolph is about
And that is why in December I'll go to India and shout
Hey there Mr. Hinduist, merry ** Christmas
Drink egg nog and eat some beef and pass it to the missus
In case you haven't noticed its Jesus' birthday
So get of your heathen Hindu**and ** celebrate
Now I heard that in Japan everyone just lives in sin
They pray to several gods and put needles in their skin
On December 25th all they do is eat a cake
And that is why I go to Japan and walk around and say
Hey there Mr. Shintoist, merry ** Christmas
God is gonna kick your**you infidelic pagan scum
In case you haven't noticed, there's festive things to do
So let's all rejoice for Jesus and merry ** Christmas to you
On Christmas day
I travel around the world and say
Down with Krishnas, Buddists and all you atheists too
Merry ** Christmas to you
Thank you Mr. Hat
Noose And Nail (Otep)
Your god is a fossil
Abandoned apostles
Stand & join
hands to behold
You godless apostles
Abandon your idols
Stand & join
hands to behold
[ V1. ]
(champagne
Cocaine
Vicodin
Atarol
Nicotine
Caffeine
Percosets
Halodol)
Jesus needs his
Prescriptions filled
Buddha's usin'
Too many pills
Allah promises
endless thrills
In volatile
bottles marked
RELIGION KILLS!
[ tunnel ]
This is the ache
We can't escape
Betrayed!
One day this
could be you.
[ chorus ]
We're just another
Nail in the coffin
Another
Knot in the noose
It's just another
Squeeze of the trigger
One more hue
In the bruise
[ V2. ]
(champagne
Cocaine
Vicodin
Atarol
Nicotine
Caffeine
Percosets
Halodol)
Krishna's
rollin' on
ecstasy
Jehovah's smokin' PCP
Mother mary
carries a junkie
messiah
Shooting smack &
smokin' crack
with the King of
Liars!
[ tunnel ]
This is the ache
We can't escape.
Betrayed!
One day this
could be you.
[ chorus ]
We're just another
Nail in the coffin
Another
Knot in the noose
It's just another
Squeeze of the trigger
One more hue
In the bruise
[ bridge ]
This is for a lifetime
Of shit.
You!
Get down & crawl, crawl!
You ** insect!
Get down & crawl, crawl!
You ** insect!
Get down &
CRAWL!
Get down &
CRAWL!
The remedy is
worse than the
disease
THE REMEDY IS WORSE!
My life spills
out like dead
flies!
[ exodus ]
Your god is a fossil
Abandoned apostles
Stand & join hands
to explode!
You godless disciples
Abandon your rifles
Stand & join hands
to explode!
TO EXPLODE!
TO EXPLODE!
TO EXPLODE!
MY LIFE SPILLS
OUT LIKE DEAD
FLIES!!
Hanuman Baba (Dub Farm Re (Krishna Das)
Namo... Namo...Anjaninandanaaya
I bow, I bow again and again to Anjani's son, Hanuman
Jaya Seeyaa Raama, Jai Jai Hanumaan
Victory to Sita and Ram, Victory to Hanuman
Victory over the darkness of suffering...
Jaya Bajrangbalee, Baba Hanuman
Victory to the one with the body of a thunderbolt
My Baba, Hanuman.
Sankata Mochan kripaa nidhaan
You are home of all Grace.
Destroy all my problems, calamities and sufferings.
Jai Jai Jai Hanuman Gosaaee
Hail My Lord Hanuman
Kripaa karahu Gurudeva kee naaee
You are my Guru, bestow your Grace on me.
Sankata Mochan kripaa nidhaan,
You are the destroyer of Suffering, the abode of Grace
Laala Langotta, Laala Nishaan
You wear a red langotta and carry a red flag
Marijuana In Your Brain (Lords Of Acid)
Marihuana inna your brain
Takes more time to ejaculate
Roll up a spliff and drowse away the day
With marihuana inna your brain
I'm knocking on your door
But you can't move no more
You're stoned (so stoned)
You old hippie in the final sky
Fluffy clouds are passing by
So stoned (so stoned)
Strange weeds a flutter in your mind
Worn out jeans are showing your behind
Spake cake with a bit of whipped cream
Herbal tea and patchouli
Marihuana inna your brain.......
Franky boy lie in the grass with me
Moon over Woodstock underneath the tree
Just blow (just blow)
Shockheaded yogi meditate all day
Flowerchild chase the war away
Just blow (just blow)
Revolution make your mind flow free
Peace and freedom and a love community
Psychadelic posters on your wall
Jimmy, Janice, yes you knew them all
Marijuana inna your brain........
One lazy summer at a festival
In open air, not in a concerthall
No way (no way)
A spacy mushroom landed in your mouth
You couldn't tell the north from the south
No way (no way)
A Hare Krishna member stole your car
Right after you made love under a star
A junkie robbed you with a silver spoon
The golden sixties was a time of doom
Marijuana inna your brain.......
The Farm (Aerosmith)
There's a cockroach in my coffee
There's a needle in my arm
And I feel like New York Cittay
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm
I got terminal uniqueness
I'm an egocentric man
I get caught up in my freakness
But I ain't no Peter Pan
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me to the farm
Get me...
Buckle up straightjack
Insanity is such a drag
Jellybean thorazene
Transcendental jet lag
Sanity I ain't gona
Feeling like a piniata
Sucker punch - blow lunch
Motherload - pigeonholed
I'm feeling like I'm gonna explode
I wanna be a Hare Krishna
Tattoo a dot right on my head
And the prozac is my fixer
I am the living dead
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm
Somebody take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Take me to the farm
Somebody get me to the farm
Merry ** Christmas (South Park)
I heard there is no Christmas
In the silly Middle East
No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus
They have different religious beliefs
They believe in Muhammad
And not in our holiday
And so every December
I go to the Middle East and say...
"Hey there Mr. Muslim
Merry ** Christmas
Put down that book the Koran
And hear some holiday wishes.
In case you haven't noticed
It's Jesus's birthday.
So get off your heathen Muslim ass
and ** celebrate.
There is no holiday season in India I've heard
They don't hang up their stockings
And that is just absurd!
They've never read a Christmas story.
They don't know what Rudolph is about
And that is why in December
I'll go to India and shout...
Hey there Mr. Hinduist
Merry ** Christmas
Drink eggnog and eat some beef
And pass it to the missus.
In case you haven't noticed
It's Jesus's birthday
So get off your heathen Hindu ass
and ** celebrate!
Now I heard that in Japan
Everyone just lives in sin
They pray to several gods
And put needles in their skin.
On December 25th
All they do is eat a cake
And that is why I go to Japan
And walk around and say...
Hey there Mr. Shintoist
Merry ** Christmas
God is going to kick your**
You infidelic pagan scum.
In case you haven't noticed
There's festive things to do
So lets all rejoice for Jesus
And Merry ** Christmas to you.
On Christmas day I travel `round the world and say,
Taoists, Krishnas, Buddhists, and all you atheists too,
Merry ** Christmas, To You!
(Clapping)
Thank you Mr. hat
Infected Tattoo (Bif **)
Okay already
I'm here to tell you I'm having
Yet another shitty day
I swear, sometimes my shitty days
Run into each other giving me a shitty week
I think I'm in the middle of a shitty month
That's shitty!
My goddamn arm is totally **ed up
I want to cut it off at the elbow
I don't know what the ** problem is!
I mean, I'm a hygienic clean girl
I smell good ya know...clean...squeaky!
Strawberry glycerin scented soap everyday,
All over me everywhere, come here...smell me
Taste me, good, hey?
Okay, you can stop now
Cos you're making me feel uncomfortable
I hardly know you
Anyways, the point I'm making is
I'm a well-bathed clean little girl,
So then...what the ** is up with my arm?
It absolutely has devastated me
It grosses me out
It hurts like a bastard,
Opposed to when I was having it done
And it hurt like a bitch
In the Bible it says you're not
Supposed to mutilate or decorate your body,
Cos god will get really cheezed at you,
But that guy Jesus died for our sins, right?
So I figure when I get to heaven,
Right before I have a drink
With Bob Karsnarik and Andrew Wood
I'll get an appointment with God
And explain to Him,
"I could wear long sleeve shirts
And no one would see them!"
I hope He goes for it
I bet Krishna and those dudes
Would let me hang out at their pad
If God was too bummed at me
Or I could just wait at the gates for my mom,
Cos she'll outlive me,
And then she could go talk to Him about me,
Kinda like she did when I got suspended
In grade 10 for smoking
In the boys' washroom and she had
To schmooze the principal
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yet another shitty day
Sometimes I swear my shitty days
Run into each other
Giving me a shitty week
I think I'm in the middle of
A shitty month that's shitty!
Aryan Mist (Van Morrison)
Aryan mist
Among the bridges
You hang by the river
You've been here forever
Aryan mist
What can the matter be
In a world full of glamour
Does it lift you up
Or is it railway carriage charm
You just sit here
And look from your carriage
As you watch the scene go by
Gurus from the east
Gurus from the west
Does it lift you up
Or is it railway carriage charm
Aryan mist
Among the bridges
You hang by the river
You've been here forever
Aryan mist
Aryan mist
There's so many people
Going down by the river
Down by the river
To get clean
The fog of illusion
The fog of confusion
Is hanging all over the world
Gurus from the east
Gurus from the west
Does it lift you up
Or is it railway carriage charm
Aryan mist
You've been here forever
Remind me of Krishna
Love first sweet kiss
Aryan mist
Aryan mist
Among the bridges
You hang by the river
You've been here forever
Aryan mist
Does it lift you up
Or is it railway carriage charm
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