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From The Observatory Swingin' Utters I want to tell you how its been but I'm not too sure about it myself I've tried to call time and time again but I misdialed, then stopped myself now I feel like I'm on trial for the inconvenience I caught Smokestack Dreams Swingin' Utters The smokestack's blowing off my last few dreams and isn't that the way its always been? Keep Running Swingin' Utters Hello again, you say to the folks at the E.D.D. you've been dire and disgusted and come in most every day to keep yourself alive you heave insults and forever curse the almighty fuckin' talisman that lives The Note Swingin' Utters Finding fault is never easy least of all when it's always yours just a fragment of a broken will and a sentence from a note left on the floor. Playboys, Punks, and Pretty Things Swingin' Utters "A penny for your thoughts," he says as he swiftly slips from bed to bed and the thoughtful ones are charmed by him and the sexy ones turned on by him and he's knighted by casanova's kin and his ladies No Time to Play Swingin' Utters They've laid to rest mortality, blessed themselves with immorality, gazed into the eyes of innocents as the blade was pulled out merrily i'd beg and plead if it made sense to me, if i thought it'd make Five Lessons Learned Swingin' Utters Five lovely lessons learned today Coating my throat with the dust of a new day As the saints pray their lonely way And their deadweight lays the passion to waste Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve They'll A Step to Go Swingin' Utters the place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whisky and bar stools still standing concussion heads ache from a blissful evening of confusion, muttered speech from too much drinking the cars This Bastard's Life Swingin' Utters Why can't I beat the bankers Deal then find a home to rob Why can't I lie and cheat and steal Who wants an honest job And if I curse you night and day My integrities been tried While I waste a life away Second Skin Swingin' Utters Try to act this way and that become some beaming bitch's pet though you feel like a rat and it's plain that you're all that you accuse yourself of selling out to the souls searching familiar clout and Movers and Morons Swingin' Utters You could move faster you could move like you should (traffic on the bridges at bay) while the bitch and bastard has got you by the jewels (buried in the working day) and your motivation are the ones who Watching The Wayfarers Swingin' Utters We saw gold when there was only dust in the worst we saw in us what no one else could we traveled far and tramped the dirt down deep to where our souls could keep the time and never rest. Fruitless Fortunes Swingin' Utters The fascists and their many guises Anarchists and their fantasizing It seems sometimes they're sailing the same boat Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls As some similar psycho's screwing Teenage Genocide Swingin' Utters well, you don't really know what you wanna do except to spend some time just being you but the game's unfair and the stakes are high what with the threat of being embalmed in formaldehyde i don't wanna New Day Rising Swingin' Utters I was only laughing out loud I say "When anybody else would've done the same" I could always shut my mouth again But it'd still come out that way again and again Well I'm going to the hills now baby Goin A Promise To Distinction Swingin' Utters One I was younger than The youngest of fragile minds I ate the day with bad manners Then spit out the rind And mother told me As I looked to the sky Yes my mother told me "My dear son, You're not the one Two Jacks Shitty Swingin' Utters This journey started slow and free And ended wrapped around a tree Just like my self pity tangled in the willow weeds As high as right up to my knees While scratching at the fleas She is handsome she is Windspitting Punk Swingin' Utters something so offending as you and your kind one day you sweetly sigh and say to yourself "music's my religion and i'm born again" next week your muse has got some corporate cash and all of a sudden the No Place In The Sun Swingin' Utters it fills up my pockets and it pays my rent i won't hold my breath for that time to come i exhale an exasperating sum she said "you're washed up", i'm not close to being done there's plenty of room in the (Take Me To The) Riverbank Swingin' Utters times have changed and the change of time's slow going my ramble tamble's still in tact, though and i've got plenty of guts still showing all along the levy where we just sat and sometimes drank one the The Black Pint Swingin' Utters I've been disheveled by this drink, by the pint's sight and stink, never enough times to stop and make me think. I've wrapped around some fingers, riddled rich in ringworm. Jackie Jab Swingin' Utters He's got oil in his hair from an arab and when he falls down, he falls smack dab. (Chorus) hey fellas, get him a cab, what's his name - jackie jab! Nowhere Fast Swingin' Utters I have crossed this road before for many years, i'm sure don't recognize the faces, though, that pass me by i've been off and on my way again, passed marsh road, atherton, black mountain way and bored Well Wisher Swingin' Utters Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave, but a glassy stare you've lost it all boy, and so young Just Like Them Swingin' Utters well, i've fallen from the grace of a dog whatcha gonna do? I'll scribble it down in my log i don't believe you! My Glass House Swingin' Utters I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction It's phonomenal and unprecedented It's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder. Mr. Little Creeps Swingin' Utters To all of those with dead end jobs and dead end lives and loves to all dead weight with no cause at all all the predictable ones to the suit and to the peon to the drunk and the loved ones and to all the Another Day Swingin' Utters Now i'm back to every day to the songs i have to play to the roads along the way all the people in the fray no more family or home 'cause my home is not my own got to get up and away to another day and The Stooge Swingin' Utters I've kept it in my heart for over twenty fucking years And all that time washing away With the stench of my spilt tears I've lingered on the amorous Transformed into something hideous With the love of The Dirty Sea Swingin' Utters Nothing comes over me Nothing like inspiration Not even on the seaside No fantasies to ration The swell looks mighty slim And the water level's down The dirty sea adds to the junk I'm in Until the sun