A Love Like Morticia And Gomez (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) Romeo and Juliet... two of the most recognized lovers in history... defied their families, ended up a tragedy, that's not the way true love is meant to be... (CHORUS) so, screw Romeo and Juliet, I want a love like Morticia and Gomez... when it comes around to who's really gettin' down, Querida and Bubula have beaten all the rest... (singalong) screw Romeo and Juliet, I want a love like Morticia and Gomez (x2) (verse) Cleopatra and Antony started out making love along the Nile... but the twists of fate left them in a sorry state and their ends came in a most tragic style... (CHORUS) so, screw Cleopatra and Antony, I want a love like Morticia and Gomez... he would die for her, he would kill for her, either way, he'd say, "what bliss"... (singalong: screw Cleopatra and Antony)(x2) (bridge) they danced the Mamushka while Nero fiddled, they danced the Mamushka at Waterloo... they danced the Mamushka for Jack the Ripper, and now, they dance their Mamushka for all of you... (verse) Josephine and Napoleon may have ruled the kingdom of romance, but then Gomez says "Cara Mia! when you speak French, it drives me wild," and trails sweet kisses up her arm, they don't stand a chance (CHORUS) so, screw Josephine and Napoleon, I want a love like Morticia and Gomez... from the very first glance by an open grave, where she looked so beautiful, pale and mysterious... (singlong - all three couples)

Alice Has A Tattoo Of The Rabbit On Her Ass (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (Verse) when they said, " go ask Alice," I don't think they realized... how much deeper than that rabbit's hole her issues truly lied... with that fall into the mirror she should have been scarred by broken glass, yet she emerged apparently unscathed, except on closer examination it appears... that Alice, our dear Alice, - now has a tattoo of the rabbit on her ass... (CHORUS) Dear Alice has a tattoo of the rabbit on her ass... is it fair to say she's been spoken for by that hare who moved so fast? did they pass time on some mushrooms, in the meadows, smoking grass? is she now that bunny's hunny? Alice, our dear Alice, - now has a tattoo of the rabbit on her ass... Dear Alice has a tattoo of the rabbit on her ass... (x4) (verse) upon returning home to family, oh, what a big surprise, the formerly nieve Alice has now opened up her eyes,,, maybe a visit to the mansion, or just a centerfold away, Alice has finally figured out how to make her youthful, nubile, innocent beauty pay... now Alice, our dear Alice, understands why the queen of hearts told her to obey... (CHORUS) (bridge) virtue, it seems, is overrated now, limited to fairy tales... this modern world tends to overlook the trauma that often trails... just behind a society grinding it's way so blindly past... thus Alice, our dear Alice - now has a tattoo of the rabbit on her ass... (CHORUS)

As Your Rainbow Fades To Grey (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) as your rainbow fades to grey and all the colors slip away, with the onset of twilight, how will you prepare to meet the night? and though the years have come and gone, each moment's with you like an old familiar song, that you sing to chase all the scary things away... as your rainbow fades to grey... (singalong) as your rainbow fades to grey... (x4) (verse) as your rainbow fades to grey, you struggle for words you want to say, with all the games that people play it's not a wonder so many choose to stray... as they come and go you see it's never really up to you, or me, yesterday's reflected in tomorrow anyway, as your rainbow fades to grey... (verse) as your rainbow fades to grey, everything still turns out okay, any drama that seemed important was just a self imposed restraint... your shining soul finally revealed from under the layers of karmic paint... no more fools pointless rules to obey, as your rainbow fades to grey... just the universe and you on your way... as your rainbow fades to grey

Bite Me Baby (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) ohohoh,,, baby, you're such a tease, with all of those rubber devices and that leather trapeze... Ohohoh... baby, I'll do anything to please, if you'll just whisper those three sweetest words to me... c'mon say it now... (CHORUS) bite me baby, you know how it excites me baby, you don't really want to fight me baby, c'mon and say it now, bite me baby... whoa... bite me baby, you just gotta invite me baby, then we can do it nightly baby... c'mon and say it now, bite me baby (multi sing-a-long) (verse) ohohoh... baby, I like your style, that heavenly body, soft creamy neck, and most devilish smile... soohoh... baby your just the type for me... being an "O" negative, I can receive eternally... why don't you say now... (CHORUS) (bridge) ohohoh... baby, it just ain't fair, when I taste your skin, and get my teeth caught in your hair. why don't we take it underground and I'll let you see my monumental mound... where we can rest in peace until that infernal sun and both of us goes down goes down... so won't you say it now... (CHORUS)

Comedy Is Dangerous (nuvocoke@gmail.com) they want to kill you, they want to murder you, they want to slaughter you, they want you to die... are they the enemy? are they terrorists? are they aliens giving you the evil eye...? No! they're comedians, and they're bringing down the house, those rapscallions think they're the cat and you're the mouse, such scally-waggily-slippery-slimy reptilians, the worlds a very hazardous place in the hands of comedians, because (CHORUS) comedy is dangerous... comedy is dangerous (x4) take Laural & Hardy, weren't they a pair? tripping over anything from each other, to a table or a chair... how'd they ever live through all the accidents, chaos, and mishaps? while managing to stay a couple of lovable, popular chaps? It's because they were comedians, they could take a pie in the face... the skinny and the fat one were adored most anyplace... the simple irony of situations they had to face, made them immortal icons in almost any space... even though (CHORUS) there was Charlie Chaplin, that lovable little tramp... started out as a keystone cop before he became a scamp... that well known bowler hat, moustache, and walking cane... forever the symbols of his amazing rise to fame... he was a comedian of the silent film age... just before the talkies and cinemascope became all the rage... through subtle facial expressions and gestures, he'd engage... when it came to pratfalls and physical comedy he was a sage... but remember (CHORUS) now, the three stooges, they took it way beyond the limit to keep you laughing, eye gouging, face slapping, if it worked, they did it... with every Rrrowf! Rrrowf! Woo-boo-boo-boo-boo and Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk! they showed us that slapstick was a matter of skill much more than luck, they were truly comedians, amongst the finest and the best... Moe, Larry, Curly, Shemp, Joe, and Curly Joe surpassed every test... they are beloved around the world to this very day... it sure is a shame that all of this talent has passed away... but, you know (CHORUS)

Dead Pop Stars (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) dead pop stars... still right here, singing their songs, producing albums, it's like they're never really gone, unfinished works, new releases, completed from what was saved, those dead pop stars are making money, selling music from the grave... its been said creative talent's worth more dead than alive deceased celebrities meet that challenge and manage to survive in the hearts and minds of those they leave behind... (verse) dead pop stars, still out there, performing from beyond creating music where there's nothing to stop them from going on we even see them dance, like zombies, who've been brought back to the stage... a dead pop stars "live" performance has become the latest rage... once again, creative talent's worth more dead than alive, thanks to the gift of modern technology fallen icons can now thrive and ride their fame on an endless trip through time... (verse) those dead pop stars with their illusion of immortality, maybe that's why their followers - can't let them rest eternally, as if the hope of a rock n roll heaven is the key to save us all, dead pop stars entertain us inspite of that ol' grim reaper's call so my friends, creative talent's worth more dead than alive, we don't need the actual people that we worship and idolize, now that all they were can be copied and digitized... (singalong) dead pop stars, still right here singing their songs (x4)

Go Throw A Brick (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) this modern life can be a little tedious, too many things on which to think... like bills, health issues, or family, all taking you to the brink... so many woes, don't know where to go, the anxiety makes you sick, what you need may be a little anarchy why don't you go throw a brick! just go throw a brick! (CHORUS) go throw a brick, when you're at wits end... and you can't find, or don't have the time to bend the ear of a friend... if it gets too thick there's plenty of masonry to lend... when you need relief quick... go throw a brick! (sing along) go throw a brick (x6) when you need relief quick... go throw a brick! (verse) we've been told our responsibilities are to this planet wide and the many beings that inhabit it, both on the surface and inside... that seems like way too much for anyone to take... I guess it's just life's dirty trick... so once you realize you don't want to handle it why don't you go throw a brick! just go throw a brick! (CHORUS) (verse) so, if you don't have a criminal record and nobody knows who you are, you can probably use brick gravity and stay free of the police radar... why should you waste your hard earned money on some overpriced therapist? every anarchist knows the answer to all your problems... why don't you go throw a brick! just go throw a brick! (CHORUS)

If The Price Is Right (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) it's been said you can make a deal with the devil... for just about anything that your little ol' heart desires... well all I know is that your in for a helluva lotta pain n' misery if that deal based on hell fire transpires, now do you really want to give up your immortal soul for a fleeting bit of fame in rock 'n roll? well, then all I can say is good luck to you, you're gonna need it when you say what the f_ck did I do? boo hoo hoo... (CHORUS) well, you should only sell your soul if the price is right 'cause just about anything less is gonna keep you up every night... 'til that grim reaper comes along to extinguish your everlasting light... you should only sell your soul if the price is right... (sing-a-long) you should only sell your soul if the price is right (verse) now, I suppose you think your some special bit o' clever, and can avoid the consequences of a rash impulsive act... well there have been many much smarter than you tried to not give the devil his due and every one o' them ended up dead before they could look back... so if your heart is really set on instant success and you don't mind your eternity becoming a mess, some demon holds your ticket to ride in style and will meet you at the crossroads in a little while... don't forget to smile... (CHORUS)

If You Live Long Enough (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (CHORUS) if You Live Long Enough... you're bound to die... I can't see no way around it, maybe that's the reason why... we should take advantage of every chance that happens to pass by... if You Live Long Enough... you're bound to die... (twice) (verse) too many people have a life that's full of fear... so many ways for it to end are all too clear, from a tsunami to an earthquake, to an avalanche, if you're disaster prone you don't stand a chance... might as well appreciate the fact that you're still here... (CHORUS) (verse) paranoia seems to be the driving force... we use guarantees, warranties, and insurance to stay the course... from your health, to your house, to your hybrid car, those policies decide how secure you are and that monthly paycheck of yours can only stretch so far (CHORUS) (verse) maybe one day, as a culture, we will learn... the many bridges we build don't necessarily have to burn... because, life at its finest is merely a gamble, fear's meant to remind us not to leave it a shamble so as you scramble along don't forget to take your turn... (CHORUS)

Is There A Sound (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) when a tree falls in the forest and no one's there to here, is there a sound... is there a sound? if the truth is set before us with its message loud and clear, do we come around... do we come around? while wars rage and surround us can we attain inner peace? at the core of what sustains us is there a message of release... from the bondage of a life forever beaten down... is there a sound, is there a sound? is there a sound, is there a sound? (verse) while a plea is put before us, yet falls onto deaf ears, is there a sound... is there a sound? where beauty lies to the beholder, might blindness persevere, does it all come 'round... does it all come 'round? so many have so little and so few possess the rest, if there's a method to this madness, have we lost sight of the test? with our best efforts kept forever on the ground... is there a sound, is there a sound? is there a sound, is there a sound? (coda) is there a sound (x4) (verse) could it be that one hand clapping is the outcome we all fear? is there a sound... is there a sound? with our youth out chasing rainbows have we brought it all too near? will the lost be found... will the lost be found? do the seekers keep the meek at bay with their version of the enlightened way and who's really got the answers anyway it's all up in the air... and that air's so bad we can barely breathe polluted by the breath of unchecked greed... when the end comes will there be anyone left to care? will there be a sound (x2) (coda)

It Ain't That Bad (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) you've been thinking this ol' life has let you down... all your plans and dreams don't seem to come around... what you're searching for is nowhere to be found... and no matter where you go, you're never homeward bound... (CHORUS) well, it ain't that bad, it's actually worse... that station wagon you've been driving's really a hearse... you must have done wrong to some gypsy, now your cursed... it ain't that bad... it's actually worse... (much worse) (verse) you've been wondering why life seems so unfair... people plundering each other everywhere... voices thundering in anger and despair... so few are willing to lend a hand out anywhere... (CHORUS) (verse) you've been holding on to things that you've admired... and you boast about the possessions you've aquired... do you plan to cash it in when you're retired... or, is it your safety net in case you get fired? (CHORUS) (sing along) it ain't that bad, it's actually worse... (x4)

It's Great To Be A Zombie (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) it's great to be a zombie on halloween night... I can go trick or treating while staying in plain sight, nobody stares at me, not a shriek or a scream, no one even seems to mind that I find their brains taste like whipped cream... (and) (bridge) all those tasty little morsels running 'round, like cream filled twinkies getting fat on the goodies they've found, it's zombie heaven, a paradise, a fantasy come true and as an added treat I get to meet their parents, before I eat, them too, just can't wait to eat you! it's great to be a zombie (sing) on halloween night (x4)(feels so right) (verse) I could have been Mitt Romney, not much difference there... I could have been the pope, or a catholic priest and really give the kids a scare, (hey little boy, you want some candy?) I could have been a congressman, with a stick up my... assssk me if I like beimg a zombie on halloween, hey, it's too good to pass (up)... (with) (bridge) (verse) so, if you meet a zombie on halloween night... I recommend that you stay calm and be very polite, if you're just a bit lucky he may have already had his fill, maybe the two of you can just have a smoke and chill (while) (bridge)

The Robots Are Here... (nuvocoke@gmail.com) (verse) we regret to inform you, a disaster has occurred, a weed born virus has wiped out most of the performers... but, the show must go on, so we'll let robots sing their songs, and, hopefully they won't burn out their own rusting transformers... (verse) Mr. Natural, he survived because S.F. General kept him alive by replacing most of his body parts with titanium... and though he's no longer completely organic, he's one hell of a music mechanic, creating instruments that can blow themselves, finger themselves and self strum (change) that old hippie Rainbow, he was the first one to go, but now, somehow, his artwork lives & breathes & moves, (on its own), so, after painted Krishna's invocation, we'll introduce the mechanation while a portrait of Bob Marley, featuring the beatles, will set the groove... (verse) thanks to Dr. Dream's enhanced A.I. technology we have retainened her somewhat over-strained psychy, it has been replicated and saved to a flashdrive, so, the Dr. is still on, on, on, on, ,,, though her corporeal self is gone, gone, gone, ...the imaginarium still thinks she's alive (verse) Charles Haymarket went fast with a fiery spark and a blinding flash while playing a devilish solo on his guitar... and Gary Garrett, so it seems, never awoke from his flying dream, apparently he can still be viewed.. way out there amongst the stars... (change) Side Street Ricky & Oliver were out busking on a street corner when the affliction took them both to meet their maker, but, their maker sent most of their pieces back after they almost gave him a heart attack, once they find their fingers, they may join us a little later... (verse) Lady Zeitgeist & Ryan Voss produced one final, fatal album, a track or two shall be spun in memorium, Ryan Cassatta & Whorehey lived the longest, being so young must have made 'em the strongest, dreads, glasses, tats, and piercings... have been preserved for public display and proudly hung, (right there on the wall) (verse) Nightmare Joey wailed loud 'n clear 'til the grim reaper spiked his beer, now that ol' harp o' his will play the blues no more... and speaking of harps, Marko finally showed up, just in time to smoke one up and end it... like all the others, flat dead on the floor... (change) Jimmy G told one last joke, then choked on all the ganja smoke, that photo of him and Willie are the last remnant... JoDiAnna lost her voice, that second hand air was not her choice and Luchan apparently found out the hard way... that Lu-can't... (verse) Dandylion wrote a play, just before she passed away, documenting all the misdeeds that had been done, little Maria, she was the smart one, got herself a guard dog and a handgun... she's no longer stalked, bothered, or followed by anyone... (verse) Jennifer Glee was on her own planet and Peter Webster was out of town, along with Jade they managed to avoid all that havoc at the Sacred Grounds... Little Eddy came along the very next day and said, "what's happened here?" on the street he ran into Danny who said, "don't worry about it... can I buy you a beer?" (change) now you may wonder how come johnny managed to keep out of this mess, well, on that fate filled night it just happened that Sarah wasn't feeling her best... so, lucky for him, he was quietly sitting with her just passing time, when he talked to Teddy & Fiona, later on, they had already cleaned up and were doing just fine... (end) so now you know why the robots are here singing their songs... it's because no matter what happens, the show must go on, no matter what happens,the show must go on, no matter what happens, the show must go on