There’s a million things that I wanna do ‘n they all start with you

And one day soon you’ll come to see  I’m not the same boy you knew

It’s been a long time, girl, such a long time / Oh, you’re the prettiest ghost

Does love remain through window panes / Here, let me take off your coat…

Yeah, we were young and faded

We were the worst of our kind

But enough of this talkin’ how we were a mess

Come here, baby, and give us a kiss

That’s a nice dress I’m gonna rip…

I’m gonna lay your body down

Yeh, I’m gonna lay your body down

I’m gonna lay your body down

Yeh, I’m gonna lay your body down, Love

I swear to God…

There’s a lot of things I don’t get The fine taste of a stolen cigarette I didn’t light it so I’m innocent The prosecution said that’s far-fetched… Yeh, I’m on about stolen cigarettes One drag ‘n that’s what you get You can toss ‘em out in the bin I was a map maker as a kid… ‘n if I told you her name you’d say, ‘I wish you were smokin’ 20 packs a day.’ If I told you her name you’d say, ‘You gotta be broken to call her honey.’ And I know that you’re right, man I been havin’ nightmares but I can’t seem to quit… There’s a lot of things I don’t sweat Love letters and paper cuts ‘n I can tell when you’re full of shit, honey, all you gotta do is move your lips… (chorus)

Baby, listen, can you hear me – I’m at a payphone in some city foot’s twisted from runnin’ – Somethin’ went wrong with the goods and the money I got the po-lice on my back – I took a bullet in a crossfire attack You gotta help me – I’ll explain it all later – Sell the furniture to the neighbors don’t you start yellin’ I still got my gun – this drug run is no fun… I’m downtown, I’m in Phoenix, I’m out in Inglewood buyin’ Kleenex I can’t say they might be tappin’ the line we’ll just meet at the place that I took you that time I gotta go, honey, I’m in trouble – ‘fore it gets out you gotta call my cousin Tell him it was Jimmy that started it all, firin’ that shot from down the hall don’t cry, baby, I should be the one – this drug run is no fun… St. Peter, how’d I get here – this bar must serve some good beer Did I fall and hit my head or did the brothers sneak up and avenge the dead I don’t care it’s probably better this way – Oh God, it’s been a hell of a day I’m sure you know the whole damn story but I never thought I’d be bound for glory please, say it’s true and that I’m finally done – this drug run is no fun…

Don’t you cry, Sally, you just got to settle down She screamin’, ‘please, come over. He’s out front right now.’ Like a freak in the street he come creepin’ up outta the night He calls her crazy but she’s not the one in my headlights… So, let the needle drop ‘n let the record spin hits for hypocrites like him –- He got a little crowd that come round to hear his songs Got her believin’ he’s the next Zimmerman He says she don’t have what it takes to make it on the radio Honey, every town has a clown like Joe… So, let the needle drop ‘n let the record spin hits for hypocrites like him — And it’s all alright – said it’s all okay God loves all his idiots the same… now, Joe, don’t be so blue, I’m a hypocrite, too —

Wham Bam Alakazzam – couldn’t believe my eyes No smoke or mirrors just the shivers down my spine Strawberry lips and beaded hips kill rabbits in their hats Whatever she’s got up her sleeve – I want some –a – that… Yeh, she’s just like a magik trick (disappeared) and now I’m feeelin’ sick (come back, dear) just like a magik trick (I’ll be here) my little magik trick … Good God, wave your wand way up in the sky No wizard could compete with you to change her to my bride I could saw myself in half, handcuffed to a cage, Drop me in the water for one more dance upon your stage… (chorus)

Tourniquet Queen, wrap your legs around me I’ll shoot like a dream into your world surrounding If this is love I will never leave – Oh my Tourniquet Queen of the summer steam… I wanna slide and slip and wander all across your golden body I’ll be the junk that you need just to smile and grit your teeth Oh my Tourniquet Queen of the summer steam Oh my Tourniquet Queen of the summer steam…

JTG – Vocals, Drums, Percussion, Kazoo Cary – Guitar, Bass Matt – Bass (Stolen Cigarettes) Andrew – Drums (Stolen Cigarettes) Produced by Kingsize Engineered by Dave Boyle & Chris Fuhrman Mixed by Chris Fuhrman Mastered by Gavin Lurssen Good Fight Songs (BMI)

I love it here upon the rooftop Me and you just singin’ our lungs out I’ll be your Marvin Gaye ‘n you’ll be Tami Terrell I drank the wine straight from your lips So much for getting’ sober –- Now I’m drunk on the winter wind and we’re fallin’ over… Up, up, up – take the elevator Up, up, up – take the elevator Before the sun goes down Before the sun goes down… Down there the devil – he wanna crush the light But here in your arms we’re winnin’ the good fight Let’s stay just a little longer above the street Soon I’ll be off to soundcheck then we’ll get ‘em movin’ their feet to the beat… (chorus) I wrote you a letter out upon the ledge Spelled out in flower petals ‘MY LOVE WON’T END’ And when I leave here there won’t be a day That I ain’t thinkin’ about you, baby Prayin’, ‘Lord, I’m goin’ down you gotta take me way up…’ (chorus)

I met a girl last night – she said, ‘They call me Miss America – ‘n I wear them stars and stripes but for the right price, oh yeah , I’ll be anything you like – Oh yeah, for the right price…’ She has to have her magazines to help her go to sleep She said, ‘I used to run around Central Park but lately I’ve been feeling weak. I’ll just grab somethin’ quick to eat for the right price – Oh yeah, for the right price…’ ‘And these cigarettes will be my death if it ain’t this goddamn heat and sometimes I don’t know who I am – I don’t act right – but I will convince myself that it’s alright yeh, I will convince myself that someone will save me from the night…’ yeah, she’ll go missing for days but nothing can shake her shame, ‘Too many have died in my name.’ but, man, you oughta see her face – the color of every race she could’ve been an actress – she say’s, ‘I’d never lie about my past but I will convince myself for the right price – yeh, I will convince myself that it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright. yeh, I will convince myself that someone’ll help. Yes, I will convince myself…’

Another Jennifer’s come undone They don’t make ‘em like they used to, son ‘n what’s wrong with the world today nothin’ medication can’t take away… My old man is a rounder, yeh his third wife’s on him to quit he said, ‘Your mother spoiled you, kid, now you’re the long shot that better hit…’ This is it, man, here I go – when you look for me try the radio don’t need your belief to leave 536 tomorrow the world – tonight Los Angeles Been stayin’ over near that ‘ol hotel St. Theresa pickin’ up the bill ‘n it’s –a – makin’ my sister ill says, ‘You can’t even tie your shoes yourself. You need help…’ (chorus) Now there’s a van right down the block they listen in when T.J. and I talk thought we were speakin’ in some kinda code: Dorfler, Birnbaum, Richard Roma, ‘Probably the humour…’ Well, this is it, man, here I go – when you look for me try the radio Yeah, another fix and it’s 536 Tomorrow the world – tonight Los Angeles Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles…

Sweetheart, I’m wearin’ thin Keep your tongue in it’s cage and catch your breath What could anyone learn from a rich man’s son Run, run, run – Run, run, run… Impossible to explain – impossible to explain Sweetheart, the river’s red Jesus Christ, they think they’re your fisherman… Impossible to explain – impossible to explain Sweetheart, I’m only stopping to start Yeah, I’ve seen love and love don’t look like that No, it don’t look like that… I let a red rose girl wither in the sun Now you know you’re not the chosen one… Impossible to explain – I was only sixteen Sweetheart, I’m only stopping to start Yeah, I’ve seen love and love don’t look like that No, it don’t look like that…

What happened to the blue sky from yesterday It’s got a black eye and a swollen face There’s a house on fire There’s a house on fire Carry the water to the house on fire There are children there – women and men And we will pay for our sins What happened to the blue sky What happened to the blue sky There’s a house on fire There’s a house on fire Will you carry the water to the house on fire Will you carry the water to the house on fire…

Tell the jury – tell the rain – we’re going backwards 1933 has gone – well, you got the facts wrong yeh, you got the facts wrong… I’m lookin’ for a train to take me home Cause it’s getting late and the great depression’s getting old… Much too old, much too old, and we are so young now They got nazi’s,  let us pray, cause we got the drive in Hope kids don’t go sinnin’… I’m lookin’ for a way to get back home Cause we will never change – I saw your picture on a phone… I’m lookin’ for a train to take me home Cause it’s getting late and the great depression’s getting old… Come out – come out – there’s something to sing about Come out – come out – the Loch Ness Monster, the next election Come out – come out – there’s something to sing about Come out – come out – Willie Nelson, The resurrection…

JTG – Vocals, Percussion Cary – Guitar Matt – Bass, Organ Andrew – Drums Produced by Kingsize Engineered & Mixed  by Chris Fuhrman Mastered by Gavin Lurssen Good Fight Songs (BMI)

Look what the sea washed in
I don’t want to see my face again
The water has turned to mud
These days I’ve been so fucked up
All for the love of gold…

And we are the brave when there’s nothing to be scared of
And we are the saved when there’s nothing here to tempt us
‘O like the love of gold…

a mermaid but they don’t believe
she stole me away from my destiny
but under the waves a man can’t breathe
and what will they do without me to lead…

ah, la, la, la, la, la, la, I don’t want to be a captain no more
ah, la, la, la, la, la, la, and I don’t want to be a monster
but I’m afraid that I have been both – all for the love of gold
oh, all for the love of gold…

now look what the sea washed in
tell their wives and their children I’m sorry
you’ll never see my face again
and I’ll never see no gold

JTG – Vocals, Drums
Cary – Guitar, Bass, Vocals

Written & Produced by Kingsize
Engineered by Dave Boyle
Mixed by Chris Fuhrman
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen
Good Fight Songs (BMI)