We care a lot
about the gamblers and the pushers and the freaks
about the people who live off the street
about the welfare of all the boys and girls
about you people cause we're out to save the world
Yeah!
And it's a dirty
job but someone's got to do it!
We care a lot
about the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines
about the NY, SF, and LAPD
about you people, about your guns
about the wars you're fighting
gee, that looks like fun
We care a lot
about the Cabbage Patch, The Smurfs, and DMC
about Madonna and we cop for Mr.T
about the little things, the bigger things we top
about you people, yeah, you bet we care a lot
And it's a dirty
job but someone's gotta do it....
Hey man, let your
spirit go
To the full extent of the meaning
He said,
"And follow me to the deepest part of the jungle.
Where it is always dark and wet and warm
To the sacred part."
Well, just follow
your heart
Man oh man
Try and see, if you can
Ha Ha
Jungle sounds great
Lots of scary noises
Don't deter us from our journey onward
We pushed and
followed
Only our deepest, hidden senses, senses
And exposed to the elements
That lie within
You're in the
depths of hell
And I think that's swell
And I hope you get well
Well done, fried
in and out
Burned to a crisp, if that's what I wish
I didn't write the rules
I just follow them to a tee
Cause that's me, I'm evil
I'm hateful, I'm sinful, forgetful, mistrustful
I'm diseased and contagious
I'm suicide, homicide, genocide, pesticide
I'm a human bomb
I'll kill anyone
And so are you, So don't be coy
Cause you too can destroy me like a toy
Not like Mark Bowen
He never done nothin' to no one
... That didn't deserve it.
But just fatigue
Is all your face will show
It's weary from the stress
Getting delirious
"I didn't want this race
We can't keep up this pace"
We don't want to get well
We want to go to hell
We want an urban dream
The fucking urban scream
"This time was mine to borrow
I'll pay for it tomorrow"
You'll pay for it today
And as we drive away
I'll make my pleasure greater
Push the accelerator
(and down we go)
Break out or get
out
Then they say that i can't sing
That I don't say a thing
That I make everything up...oh well
To you I say...
Break out or get
out
Break out or get out
Get out of your mind
Cause it's much too small
And there's so much going on
Listen, man, I
know
That things are really rough
And everybody gets you
And life is really tough
But I know that deep down inside
There's a feeling that rides
All the way to the end
Thursday you sit
in your room with the lights turned out
And you don't answer the door
Friday morning looks sunny and bright
Like it's going to be a good day
And it would be if only you had a job
Time is on your
side, you're young
Don't waste your time today
Face....out
Stick your chest....out
Stomach....in
That's right
Do you really
know
Where the harems go
In the desert snow? Hail,
An oasis dream doesn't really seem
To mean a thing when you're out .... cold
So, hands....up
Put your guards....up
Feet....down
Up....down
Forward....march
Left....right
Cold....cold
I feel cold
Wait a minute,
that's me
Why am I only three years old again
Spinning and spinning and spinning
There was no
gleam in your eye
When you passed us by
In the parade this time
You had nothing to say
And you're always on your way somewhere
But today you just stood still
You were a quiet kind of person
Who asked for nothing and got just that
So they sent you away to kill for your country
Could you blame
him?
Could you blame them?
No. And in the end
When we meet again we're friends
Will we ever learn that we are always God's children
And gods never made moral decisions
They made love
James B. Martin -
Guitar
Chuck Mosley - Vocals
Mike Bordin - Drums
Roddy Bottum - Keyboards
Bill Gould - Bass
Produced by: Matt Wallace
Recorded at: Prarie Sun Studios, Cotati, CA
Cover Art and Graphics by: Olga Gerrard
All Songs Written and Performed by Faith. No More.
Thanks: Christal, Gerry and Olga Gerrard, Rick Winward, Jack Marquette,
Sheppard, Henry Thomas, Cheryl, Agent Ava, Mike "Nax" Healy, Adam
Bomb, KXLU, Tim and Gary, Steve Van der Ploeg, Mark Stewart, Deanne, Desmon,
Walter, Paula, Mark Bowen, Joan, Craig, Joe Pie, Lorry, GLORIUS DIN, Shelly,
Amy, Ginger, Will, MTV, El Paso RHYTHM PIGS, Hillery, Scott, our families and
everyone else directly or indirectly involved. SPECIAL THANKS: Matt Wallace and
Ruth Schwartz.