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Victim Not The Crime
06:41
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Pack your bags for Saratoga
Bet across the board on Mr. Jones
Collect your winnings at the window
And then make yourself a loan
Slip slide, what you got inside
Uncle’s monkey, take you for a ride
Another Sunday resolution
Living and bleeding the solution
Hell no to the higher power
Your mama, your doctor, your Jesus of the hour
Search the dresser for a nickel or a dime
Don’t worry…
You’re the victim, not the crime
The victim not the crime
Low tide, can’t hide
The primate deep inside
Another Wednesday premonition
Can’t stop, it’s a condition
Raise your water, make a toast
To the mother, the daughter, and the holy ghost
Stop searching, take your time
Just remember…
CHORUS Solos
Drive hard, stand guard
Sunshine on the boulevard
Fat Tuesday in the rearview
Explain why the sky is blue
Tally-ho, up and ride
Joe Blow got to step aside
Keep searching, take your time
And remember…
CHORUS Solos
(c) Steve Katz
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2. |
Something Stoopid
04:15
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Don’t be ashamed Mrs. Wilkins
The papers only tell about a third of the truth
Your two bit husband was a jealous drunkard
Go to church on Sunday and then take it out on you
You played it cool for a decade almost two
But every other step had a hitch
Remember how he broke that dog’s legs and couldn’t help but grin
If that’s not a sign, it’s a sin
Sometimes the smartest thing is something stupid
Cause fate always turns on a dime
What you and that young man did on the 5th of July
Was a blessing, not a capital crime.
Did you do it in the study with the dagger or the rope?
Was it an act of self-defense or the only way to cope?
Will they find him in the cellar? Catch that evil stench?
Did you do it in the kitchen, it’s anybody’s guess?
The neighbor boy Gummy Stearns saw the danger through the cyclone
Didn’t have a daddy so the boy aged beyond his years
Another infraction was a call to action
He struck a match of hope that lit a fire to your tears
[CHORUS :::: Redemption, Absolution]
(c) Steve Katz
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Salvation
04:36
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I’m your momma, I’m your daddy
I’m the prophet, I’m the thief
Come and meet me in the alter
For some blessed relief
I’m a paradox of virtue
And a paragon of shame
Don’t worry I won’t hurt you
Won’t let the Devil lay his claim
I’ll enable you to stand up
Deliver you from strife
You can proudly hold your hand up
As I gently twist your life
With Salvation [meet me at the water]
Salvation [Come aboard the train]
Salvation [Like a heifer to the slaughter]
Salvation [I can ease the pain]
[Solos]
I’m that shoulder you can lean on
Don’t mind the thousand cuts
Your Sealy Posturepedic
And then a backhand to the nuts
I’m your ticket to redemption
The gateway to shame
I can ease the tension
Won’t let the Devil lay his claim
I’ll enable you to stand up
Enable you to fly
You can proudly hold your hand up
With that sacred alibi
Of Salvation…
I’m your momma, I’m your daddy
I’m the prophet, I’m the thief
Come and meet me in the alter
For some blessed relief
I’m a paradox of virtue
And a paragon of shame
Don’t worry I won’t hurt you
Won’t let the Devil lay his claim
I’ll enable you to stand up
Deliver you from strife
You can proudly hold your hand up
As I gently twist your life
With Salvation [meet me at the water]
Salvation [Come aboard the train]
Salvation [Like a heifer to the slaughter]
Salvation [I can ease the pain]
I’m that shoulder you can lean on
Don’t mind the thousand cuts
Your Sealy Posturepedic
And then a backhand to the nuts
I’m your ticket to redemption
The gateway to shame
I can ease the tension
Won’t let the Devil lay his claim
I’ll enable you to stand up
Enable you to fly
You can proudly hold your hand up
With that sacred alibi
Of Salvation…
(c) Steve Katz
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4. |
Skippy Jar
03:58
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2 quarts of whiskey, 40 something cigarettes, I haven’t slept a wink,
A ride down Lake Street in a busted up old Cadillac, baby, what’s a girl to think
My shame is eating at me, it’s crystal clear you want to stab me in the throat
Been 20 years of madness, 6 of bliss and 2 of sadness, and now I’m damn near broke
Don’t refuse me,
I need your love to keep hanging around,
I promise not to use you
Once my feet can touch the ground
Please help me, with the lid on the skippy jar,
Please help me, I need your hands to steer my car
[SOLOS]
I dreamt a dream it was you not me
Were clinging to a raft, with half your teeth a-coming loose
Like Captain Jack, I travel time to make the rescue,
Walking a tight rope just to feel the truth
My sweetie-o, you surely know, if I don’t make the rent …it makes me weebble and wobble
So many years, I know your fears and felt your tears, Now I just need a drink from your bottle
[Chorus]
(c) Steve Katz
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Lick The Batter
04:24
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Johnny's got a license but he don’t know how to drive,
His vision’s 20-20, but his mind aint half alive,
It might have been his daddy, who made Johnny fetch his beer,
Or his dear old momma, the woman always hid in fear,
Could it be the preacher that never treat him right?
All we know is Johnny’s always itching for a fight
Johnny drives an LTD, an angry shade of black
A crowbar riding shotgun, a 12-pack on his lap
He light’s himself 2 Salems as he’s rolling thru the hood
Skynyrd on his Alpine, Johnny’s feeling good
The negroes doing 90, the negroes doing 10
He’s wants to jack the bunch of them and praise the Lord Amen
Johnny’s getting angry just to make things feel better
Johnny’s getting angry just to make things feel right
When he was a young boy he never licked the batter
Johnny got a license, but he don’t know how to drive
He hates them Jew lawyers always yapping in the phone
Them stubby Orientals that drive like they are stoned
Those skinny hippie bikers, Johnny want to yank ‘em by the hair
Let them meet his Louisville, while duct-taped to a chair
Subarus with bumper stickers make him want to scream
The dykes that drive them, he wanna drown ‘em in a stream
But ole Johnny’s got a soft spot, he kind of likes his dog
He sometimes feeds him breakfast, and even takes him for a walk
He also like to paint a bit, but mainly for the fumes
A half a pint of lacquer while he’s chillin’ in his room
Could it be that one-eyed preacher that never treat him right?
All we know is Johnny’s always itching for a fight
(c) Steve Katz
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Meltdown
04:34
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Greasy coffee, black eggs
Head right back to sleep
That note you left on my windshield
Enough to make a big boy weep
He was fathered in Edina
Gets his shirts from Hubert White
His skin’s so shiny
Teeth are too tight
Yet you wear his diamond earrings
Or is it the other way around
Our daughter sees you giggling like a fool
So tell me who’s the clown?
Still I need you, but you don’t
You know I will, but you won’t
Give it to me
I can’t take it
Going to be a meltdown
If you don’t come around
[SOLO]
The shrink says it’s your mother
Your sister blames the drink
With all your fancy living
Tell me whose mind is on the blink?
Long odds on a dime
This chump won’t make it through the year
Show me anger, even spite
But please not insincere
CHORUS Solos
(c) Steve Katz
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7. |
Ode To Tom
04:14
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Take the Green Line out to Hawthorne for the 2nd race
Hit a cold trifecta, at a wicked pace
With 600 bones and a bottle of Jack
A clean hotel room, I’m not ever going back
Here come the madness
Here come the storm
2 hot showers, a chicken fried steak
Hoof it down to Hody’s, got the devil in the wake
Just biding my time in a comfortable stool
Some sugar slinks over, we start acting a fool
She takes my hand, gives me the eye
On another trip down the River Why
Here come the madness
Here come the storm
Just getting going
Don’t mean any harm
Don’t mean any harm
[SOLOS]
6’5” Kentucky with a cracked black tooth
Looks me up and over, then we walk to his booth
Sets his steel on the table, eyebrow a twitching
Says that Maggie’s his lady and his finger is itching
She made the move, didn’t have a ring
With God as my witness, it didn’t mean a thing
It’s not about honor, not about pride
Just don’t want to rush it to the other side
Here come the madness
Here come the storm
Dodge another bullet by hugging the rail
A few broken bones, but only one night in jail
With a little more slide and a little less skid
I’ll be sowing my oats like Lemon Drop Kid
[ Chorus]
(c) Steve Katz
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