Gene Loves Jezebel

From the depths the mutants crawling, Sprawling from the caves And from this land they call our father's A chorus begs for bread I heard it called a wilderness, This desert is man-made And the creatures mill around, bemused, Asking who's to blame If

Hey big boss man You're stuck in a groove You're on a roller coaster You'd better stop You're gonna burn, burn, burn You'll do it again Pretty ballerina Dance across the floor She's got a head full of snow What'd you do it for She's gonna burn, burn,

Living day by day We're dodging in and out Tell me where we're going to Put it beyond all doubt Would it be so foolish To be caught in two minds For me must make that choice No point in looking back I do not possess The words always done To put you a

You're my guilty secret, not just a memory You're all I ever wanted, and you belong to me Listen now my angel, my love for you can't stop Though we've come to distances, love must surely spark Maybe she just cannot see me Maybe she just cannot feel T

Oh sugar I've been missing you. And I've been wondering, where it is you're hiding. I've been a ball of fire in your arms desire. And I've been wondering, where it is you're hiding. What you get is what you seek. Desire. What you get is what you seek

Why can't I have you again Why can't we be such friends I was down in the woods with you You're no fun You brought someone along I didn't know her She was blue with you I was wrong, I know We talked for hours night and day Mesmerized by the Cole Port

What is there left here Now that you've gone? What is there left here Now that you've gone? Throw your caution to the wind Lay down beside me Pick your pieces from the floor I'm what you're waiting for Be a lover, just wait and see Be like no other,

Now you must tell me how it's been For I have walked alone The narrow winding way You'd better hurry Your time is now What was that worry It's warm, it's warm, it's warm inside It's warm, it's warm here in my heart When you're all done dustin' Crumbl

Though I am weak Sometimes weary In times of trial I hide my face In the balance Judge me wholly Please don't judge me By my shame In dark hours Of confrontation When words may fall Too soon to unsay Don't mistake them For my true meaning They are me

You're from the cotton fields Yeah, but J.A., he's out there bailing hay He's got muscles... Did you see the cow with the furrowed brow He's laughing out You can pick me up and put me down Do what you want, You've had enough. I hope I can feel, I hop