Peanuts in the ShellFamiliar Salty friendI lick your shell before I put you out like a cigarette underfootTake me back to the clamoring symbol-sound of thirty-thousand voices ring-ring-ringing through Jacob's FieldBall cracks against the wood of the bat as peanut shells go crunch under rubber-soled shoesAnd the smellOh, the smell of the roasted all-beef hotdogs mingling with the Miller Lite taste on my tongueDelightfulBlissfully indulgent memoryOf baseball in my hometown Cleveland
Backseat ViewCanopy of treescover meLimbs stretch end to endin street light danceMesmerized backseat viewlooking up I seeCanopy of treesenfolding me
LiesRazor sharp was your weaponryAnd the blade you stabbed inside of meSlicing into my hearts own coreGave proof to the hidden dishonesty you boreYour tongue shot lies, your fingers played with fireBut you can't hide when deceitful eyes confess that you're a liarYour hands caressed, your lips just actedLies dripped from your mouth, the pain was impactedYour head spun with confusion, while your feet skipped over foldsYour tongue played on the playground, tripping over lies you toldThe things you said burnt wounds insideBut on your face I read it every time you lied
I Cut my Flesh for YouI cut my flesh for youYou ateI bled for youYou drankI revealed my soul to youYou raped itI opened my mind to youYou mocked meI gave my heart to youYou smashed itNow I am a pileOf rotting bonesYou are filledYou are freeI cut my flesh for youand criedI bled for youand died
Falling off the OttomanScotti is HER nameand Falling is her gameShe came over to see deviant ArtBut instead fell over--old fart!She's not hurt, just her pride...It was only her ass that went for a ride.She fell to the floor with a THUMP!Now on her butt there's a BUMP!"Stay away from the stoolif you want to be cool..."