Lyrics to John B. Quimble

I Don't Have Any Pictures

I would throw darts at your picture

And quietly hope it hurts you

I would set it aflame

So you'd know how it feels to be burned, too

But I don't have any pictures of you

I would cut it like a puzzle

So you'd feel what it's like to be toyed with

I would poke through the eyes and hope you'd understand blindness

Tear through the chest and hope it breaks your heart

I would paste it to mine

Secretly wishing it brought us together

I would poke holes in the backside

Through to your lower half

So maybe you would know how to feel fucked too

But I don't have any pictures of you

Pissed on

I do not want to stand in line ‘cause I am higher than the

Aristocratic, Corporate State and who’s controlling it

Mass media conglomerations have taken over slowly

Why do we have to take such shit, this shit that’s bleeding me?

There’s no truth in it

We only struggle with it

Why do we have to be hiding from ourselves, is this our world we still are pissed on

When the great flag does stand to fall, I’ll be right there clapping

All those democratic ideals, Yeah right if there was ever any

Modern day Roman Empire repeating past mistakes

Let’s watch them burn, burn

We’ve just been pissed on

We’ll never know the truth

When our government is

Fighting wars over oil

Into You

There is nothing I could say

Without you to hear me dream

And there is nothing I can't do

Not as oft done as it seems

Maybe the skies fall down

And they'll burn the town

As I breathe into you

Maybe the skies fall down

And there's nothing around

Still I dream into you

I have no more bridge to burn

I have nothing left to learn

If I squirm into you

Do you make me feel like a worm beneath you

Little Slut

Little Slut, that little slut

She says she’s mine but she fucks all the other guys

No one to trust

I see you stand outside my car the other day

Glaring through the window as plan your course of action

Waiting for a sign that all is clear

Oblivious to the fact that I’m behind you and in rage

Sometimes suspicious thoughts are real

Hidden inside

You don’t know who’s telling the truth

No one to trust

No one be friends wit

Everyone lies

Everyone scares

Take ‘em all out

With a gun

I see you stand outside my hose the other day

Thinking that all are gone you stealthily wander near

The place of the veiled key you dare to make your entrance

Unaware that I’m behind you and ready to administer a severe beatdown

I see you stand outside myself the other day

With your cellular, Abercrombie, fashion oriented capitalist bullshit

Peering, gazing, laughing at me as I walk by

Not realizing that you’re laughing at your fake pathetic self

Salt Sandwich

Dreaming of ham & cheese, roast beef mayonnaise, pastrami, pastrami

But I have none of these delicacies, pastrami, pastrami

Dreaming as I look in my fridge without pastrami, pastrami

Jupiter frowns upon Saturn’s rings, they lack pastrami, pastrami

Left in the house with salt in bread, salt sandwich

This is what I eat before bed, my salt sandwich

Sodium Chloride w/ wonderbread but no salami, salami

John be nimble and john be quick with salami, john’s got salami

The toad beat the ferret with a giant stick of salami, motherfuckin’ salami

Pretty soon I’m, gonna end up dead with no salami, salami

Sex Kitten

You screamed so loud last night

I couldn't believe my ears

And they're still ringing

You touched me like no one had

Ever done before

It's true, I almost lost my mind

Never felt such ecstasy

Never dreamed I could feel so free

You make me tremble with delight

It's always right

I'll be your sex kitten

You can touch me all night long

Just lay your hands upon me

Don't tease me, make me wait so long

Make me your sex kitten

You can touch me anywhere

You stroke and I'll provoke it

And run my fingers through your hair

You were the one who wanted

To get on down with this

And I, I will not forget you

But you said three words to me

That I did not want to hear

My god, why do you do this to yourself

Never dreamed it could feel so right

Let's make it last for one more night

If you say you want this anymore

It makes you my whore

I'll be your........

Never dreamed it could feel so right

Let's make it last for one more night

Don't say you love me anymore

You're just a little whore

I'll be your sex kitten

You can touch me all night long

Just lay your hands upon me

Don't tease me, make me wait so long

You're just a dick mitten

Now you know where you stand

Just stroke it and provoke it

Till I'm spewing cum into your hand

Political Enemies

Political enemies, they never get it right

Shove lots of shit right through our heads

But do they give a fuck, about our nation?

Do they give a fuck, oppression

When they lie, inside our heads, their actions lead congressional

They go out and explain our rights, try to make things better

They should be the ones who’re put in jail but they hold the scepter

They should be the ones who are repressed; instead it’s the other way around

Repression, repression, a tool of the given establishment

Repression, Repression, fascist ideas are all they’re saying

Who needs his problems, to make it on his own?

1.75

The sun will rise on Friday morning

But you can't move your head is pounding

Open your eyes, the room is spinning

Try to stand up, right down you're falling

The night before lies in the toilet

Memories vague and distorted

If that girl was so important

Why can't you remember her name

Revenge of the bottle with the handle

Sometimes pirates are more than you can handle

You should know when you've had your share

When your choice for a bed is a table or a lawnchair

Look in the mirror, connect the dots

And see your face is tarnished with spots

Saturday come, and you heed the call

No matter how you try, you can't walk through walls

We will meet you at the door

When you are through kissing the floor

When you wake I hope you know

How you plan on getting home

Revenge.......

You Don’t Want to Hear it

You call on the telephone

You come to my home, you tell me you've got something to say

You tell me if you're mad or glad or sad

Or if you feel real bad, I try to listen but every word sounds the same

But it seems whenever I've got something on my mind

And I want to share it, you don't want to hear it

You give me letters about

Your problems and I don't doubt that they're important to you in all ways

But you beat me down with a stick

You got something to say, but tell me why I should give a fuck anyway

But it seems....

Say "Shut up, fuck you, you're here to listen not to speak"

"Shut up, fuck you, you're here to listen not to speak"

Well, give me one reason why you think I should care

But it seems......

Roadside Blues

Well I jumped out of bed, hopped in the car

Went down the block, didn’t make it very far

Out of gas

So I Pulled out my wallet, called AAA

Waited for an hour, wait the whole damn day

Green Chucks

You’re gonna die, every single day

I wanted you, but you pushed me away

I’ll follow you, better keep me at bay

‘Cause these green chucks of mine, never going away

A deeper current flows, through my complacency

Certain people make me feel this way