1. Ain't No Cover

It ain't no cover
It ain't no style
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I adore him
And I implore him
Saying I love a mother
But this ain't no style

He sits there smoking
His breath away
He sits there choking
On what they say
But I adore him
And I implore him
Saying one of these mornings
I'm going away

The sun is setting
The day is done
Good night, my lover
Good night, my son
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I'll love a mother
Till the day that I die

Oh, till the day that I die, die die, die die, die die, die-die-die-die-die
Oh, till the day that I daaa, daaa, daaaiie

I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But I'll love a mother
Till the day that I die

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2. Carbon Monoxide

Carbon monoxide
Soon I’ll go to sleep
If I don’t got my socks on right
They slide right off of my feet
As I walka walka walka walk...carbon monoxide
As I take you home
First time I get my socks on right
But I don’t have a gas mask on
As I walka walka walka walk you home
Yeah
I’m so cool, I’m so cool, I’m so cool
Come on daddy
Come on daddy...carbon monoxide
Soon we’ll go to sleep
No one will notice we’re gone
Cause we don’t have a job to keep
They’ll just say that we’re being lazy
Sex crazed
Sex crazed
Hazy
They’ll just say we’re living out whole life in bed
And we’ll be in bed but we’ll be oh so very much
Deada, deada, deada, dead
Yeah
But we’re so cool, we’re so cool, we’re so cool
Deada, deada, deada, dead
But we’re still cool, we’re still cool, we’re still cool
Come on daddy
Come on daddy
Come on daddy
Carbon monoxide
Carbon monoxide

3. Pound Of Flesh

If you're never sorry
Then you can't be forgiven
If you're not forgiven
Then you can't be forgotten
If you're not forgotten
Then you can live forever
If you live forever
Then you'll begin to dream
Of death
Death, death, death
Deaaath

Ezra Pound sat upon my bed
Asked me which books as of late I've read

Ezra Pound sat upon my bed
Asked me which books as of late I've read
Asked me if I've, uh, I've read his own
And whether I could spare a pound
Of flesh to cover his bare bones
I says, man, take a pound
Take two
What's a pound of flesh between
Friends like me and you?
What's a pound
Of flesh among friends?
What's a pound
Of flesh among friends?

But if you're never sorry
If you're never sorry

If you're never sorry
Then you can't be forgiven
If you're not forgiven
Then you can't be forgotten
If you're not forgotten
Then you must live forever
If you live forever
You cannot be reborn
If you're not reborn, then
You can't be a baby
If you're not a baby
You can't learn how to crawl
If you cannot crawl away
Then you must stay in bed all day
If you stay in bed all day
You're sure to have some visitors

Ezra Pound will sit upon your bed
Ask you which books as of late you have read
Ask you if you've, uh, uh, read his own
And whether you could spare a pound
Of flesh to cover his bare bones
You'll say, man, take a pound
Take two
What's a pound of flesh between
Friends like me and you?
What's a pound
Of flesh among friends?
What's a pound
Of flesh among friends?
What's a pound
Of flesh among friends?

4. The Noise

All
The power
Of my voice
Can't compare
With the power
Of a
Quiet
Whisper

Still
It's a choice
And I choose
To rage
Instead of
Ever
Quietly
Listening

I can't hear you
I can't hear you
I can't hear you anymore
I can't hear you, I
Can't hear you
I can't hear you through this noise
I can't hear you
Through
The noise

All
The power
Of my words
Can't compare
With the power
Of a
Silent
Answer

Still
It's a choice
And I choose
To rage
Ignoring
All those
Silent
Answers

I can't hear you
I can't hear you
I can't hear you anymore
I can't hear you, I
Can't hear you
I can't hear you through this noise
I can't hear you
Through
The noise

All
The noise

5. My Man

My man don't treat me right
Don't kiss me sweet good night
Don't buy me flowers to smell
Oh, he's a rotten boy from hell

My man don't treat me good
He eats up all my food
And he leaves me such a mess
They say I'm cursed
But I am blessed

'Cause he loves me, he loves me
He really, really loves me
And his eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city
You don't agree? Well, what a pity!
He love me, yes, he does

My man don't treat me sweet
He walks the empty street
And he drinks, and smokes, and swears
And they say he doesn't care

My man
He breaks my heart
He tears me all apart
And he leaves me such a mess
They say I'm cursed
But I am blessed

'Cause he loves me, he loves me
He really, really loves me, and his
Eyes are bluer than the bluest sky above the city
Don't agree? Well, what a pity!
He love me, yes, he does

Oh
My man
I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just a spare
But I don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right

Bum, bum, bum, bum

What's the difference if I say
I'll go away?
When I know I'll come back on
My knees, someday
For whatever my man is
I'm his, forevermore