Primus - Rhinoplasty

Scissor Man (XTC) 

Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Putting end to evil doers games
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Maybe you are in his book of names
Maybe you are in his book of names

So be kind and helpful to your mother
Just think twice before you try and steal
When he cuts with sticky silver snippers
You may find the wounds will never heal

All self made bad boys
If you refuse to believe he exist
You won't be frightened when you find out
You're on his list
You're on his list
You're on his list

So be good and never poison people
Just think twice before the deed is done
When you wake up guilty in the morning
You may find important pieces gone

The Family and the Fishing Net (Peter Gabriel) 

 
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin

Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night
The sponge is full, well out of sight
All around the conversations
Icing on the warm flesh cake

Light creeps through her secret tunnels
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden flashes
Draining blood from well-fed faces

Desires form in subtle whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial

Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
Dance in circles, they the blessed
Man and wife, undressed by all
Their grafted trunks in heat possessed

Even as the soft skins tingle
They mingle with the homeless mother
Who loves the day but lives another
That once was hers

The worried father, long lost lover
Brushes ashes with his broom
Rehearses jokes to fly and hover
Bursting over the bride and groom

And the talk goes on

Memories crash on tireless waves
The lifeguards whom the winter saves

Silence falls the guillotine
All the doors are shut
Nervous hands grip tight the knife
In the darkness, till the cake is cut
Passed around, in little pieces
The body and the flesh
The family and the fishing-net
And another in the mesh

The body and the flesh

Silly Putty (Stanley Clarke) 

[Instrumental]

Amos Moses (Jerry Reed (Hubbard)) 

Amos Moses was a Cajun. And lived by himself in the swamp
Hunting alligator for a living. Knock 'em on the head with a stump
The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos
It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy

Now everybody blamed his old man for raising him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy, his Daddy would use him as alligator bait
Tie a rope around his waist, throw him in the swamp
Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou

Chorus:
Just about 45 minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
There lived a man called Doc Millsap and his pretty wife Hannah
They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses

Now folks in South Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man
He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator. He only had to use one hand
That's all he got left 'cause the alligator bit him. Ha ha!
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow

Here comes Amos
And you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah
Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin
So he hid in the swamp, "I'm gonna get you boy."
He never did come out again.
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to?
Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to?
Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou
Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to?
Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou

Behind My Camel (Police) 

[Instrumental]

Too Many Puppies 

Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spille dso that
We may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts that buy
mistresses sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies.

Too many puppies with guns in their hands.
Too many puppies in foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and
Placed upon the war machine.
Too many puppies are just like me.
Too many puppies are afraid to see.
The visions of the past brought to life again,
Too many puppies, too many dead men.

The Thing That Should Not Be (Metallica) 

Messenger of fear in sight,
dark deception kills the light.
Hybrid children watch the sea,
pray for Father, roaming free.

Fearless wretch - insanity!
He watches, lurking beneath the sea.
Great old one - forbidden site.
He searches, hunter of the shadows is rising.
Immortal - in madness you dwell.

Crawling chaos underground,
cult has summoned twisted sound.
Out from ruins once possessed,
fallen city living death.

Fearless wretch - insanity!
He watches, lurking beneath the sea.
Great old one - forbidden site.
He searches, hunter of the shadows is rising.
Immortal - in madness you dwell.

Not dead which eternal lie,
stranger eons death may die.
Drain you of your sanity,
face the thing that should not be.

Tommy the Cat/Awakening 

"I remember as it were a meal ago"

Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter
may have nestled its way into his mighty throat.  Many a fat alley rat
had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel
of this awesome prowling machine.  Truly a wonder of nature this urban
predator.  Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, but it was a rare
occasion such as this that he did.

"She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot
biscuit.  The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in
even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those
days.  The sight was beyond belief.  Many a head snapped for double,
even triple, takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the
delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were
known to hang out.  They hung in droves.  Such a multitude of
masculinity could only be found in one place... and that was
O'malley's Alley.  The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended)
but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into
the heart of the alley.  She knew what she wanted.  She was lookin'
for that stud bull, the he cat.  And that was me.  Tommy the Cat is my
name and I say unto thee...

Say baby do you wanna lay down by me"

Bob's Party Time Lounge 

 
Glad you came, glad you're here.
Have some champagne, imported beer.
Dig down in your dirt bag
and roll us out a spleef.
Been erect here now for thirteen days
and I came to get relief
at Bob's Party Time.
Pack my nose with cocaine
feed my filthy hole.
Bust out the dancin' women
I'm prone to lose control.
And if by chance I fall down
and bust my head on the floor,
just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak
and point me towards the shore.
At Bob's Party Time.

The Devil Went Down to Georgia (Charlie Daniels Band) 

The Devil went down to Georgia; he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
and he was willing to make a deal.

So when he came across a young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot,
the Devil jumped up on a hickory stump
and said "Boy, let me tell you what:

I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too
and if you care to make a dare,
well I'll make a bet with you.

Now you play pretty good fiddle, son but give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you."

The boy said "My name's Johnny, and it may be a sin
But I'll take your bet you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been."

Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia
and the devil deals the cards.

And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
but if you lose the Devil gets your soul.

So the Devil opened up his case, and said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow
When he drew that bow across the strings, it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in, it sounded something like this.

When the Devil finished, Jonny said, "Well you're pretty good old son.
Now sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it's done."

He played Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run.
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough,
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."

So the Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Jonny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again,
But I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best there's ever been."

He played Fire on the Mountain, run, boys, run
The Devil's in the house with the rising sun,
Chicken in the breadpan picking out dough
Granny does your dog bite, "No, child, no."
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