The Birthday Party

Oh-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe Dead Joe Junk sculpture turning back to junk Dead Joe Oh joe nooooo! it's christmas time Joe it's christmas time now for you and all the little bells are hanging 2X2 the holly and the nativity oh speak to me Joe speak to me Joe s

In our yard how many chickens can we count On our fingers and toes on their toes Sitting on father's hole sitting on his chest Crushing rocks of dirt the earth is soft in our Yard, yard, yard Stones in my shoes and feet Are dragging them through muse

I am the King, I am the kind One dead marine through the hatch scratch and scrape this heavenly body every ince of winning skin there's garbage in honeys sack again honey honey honey honey come on and kiss me Honey honey honey honey's child is taken

Hands up who wants to die? Have you heard how sonny's burning Like some bright erotic star? And he lights up the proceedings And raises the temperature. Flame on! flame on! Now I've seen to sonny's burning Someday I think I'll cut him down But it can

Whoooahh! Bite! Whoooah! Bite! Release the bats! Release the bats! Don't tell me that it doesn't hurt a hundred fluttering in your skirt don't tell me that it doesn't hurt My baby is alright she doesn't mind a bit of dirt she says "horror vampire bat

Zoo-music girl! Zoo-music girl! Our life together is a hollow tooth Spit out the shells, spit out the shells You know exactly what I'm talking about Don't drag the orchestra into this thing Rattle those sticks, rattle those sticks The sound is beauti

So you've come back for Jennifer? You know, she hides her face behind a veil, And i'm warnin' ya Frankie, leave on the next train, your Jennifer she just ain't the same. Hey quit waving that thing around! Oh come back! Come back; and give me a chance

wow! uh oh I am a figure of fun obsessive, dead-pan and moribund green at the gills, seasick I am the figure of fun (?) I baked in the sun I have no luck in love I have no luck in anything I am a figure of fun and I'm impressed by everyone but I impr

To get a breath of fresh air A tempestuous sea A howling gale Dirty weather Hang around until lunch Death by drowning Death by drowning It's an absolute dump To get the tips of your toes wet To be suntanned His skin's peeling To build sandcastles Dea

Insect, insect, insect, insect Incest, insect, incest, insect Nick the stripper Hideous to the eye Hideous to the eye Well, he's a fat little insect A fat little insect A fat little insect A fat little insect And OOOOOOHHHH! Here we go again Nick the

This is a dead letter tale If I could make this print talk You made a deep mark/deep mark on me and only saints say such things as those so I slid under the floor under the oak and the iron with you under oak and iron under the thick and under the th

there is woman-pie in here mr. evangalist says she's hit the best cook you ever had ya can't blame the good-woman now, dad and ya looked him up for 20 years now there's action on the basement stairs a monster half man half beast climbs hear the hatch

Dead Joe Joe... Joe Joe oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe welcome to the car smash welcome to the car smash welcome to the car smash a-a-a-a-a-smash Dead Joe Junk-Sculpture turning back to JUNK Junk-Sculptu

Gun wears his alcoholism well Finger in Bottle and swingin' it still From Bed to Sink and back again Clock is crawlin' round the same He's bustin' Clock (he hates its face) Just sittin' and talkin' to Heart and ticks Talkin' back to Clock in slow and

Worn and gnawn A little hole Just a small hole Letting in a sick wind In a small puffs Yo-ho-hole Yo-ho-hole Through which blow A small sick wind Yo-ho-hole Yo-ho-hole Puff puff The sick wind blows Slipping stitches leading to So slight a hole Slippi

This is true oh! this is true it's true Mister forever said nothing said I can sing Hit it! make it a dead one With words like with words like Blood and soldier and mother O.k. o.k. I want to i wanna sleep before the end Which is most impolite Hit it

What has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames in the fake-ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! The hours hands down a miracle to spend with ugly types so we can ca

It's a very happy day We are at lots of fun fun fun And it's ice-cream and jelly And a punch in the belly How much can you throw over the walls? And see how his face glows It's a bike! what a surprise. It's a big bike. what a big surprise. It's a red

King Ink strolls into town he sniffs around King Ink kicks off his stink-boot sand and soot and dust and dirt and he's much bigger than you think King Ink King Ink King Ink a wake up a King Ink a get up a King Ink a wake up a King Ink a get up a get

I, cigarette fingers puff and poke puff and poking the smoke touches the ground you, your lungs and your wrists they throb like trains choo choo choo it's a prison of sound of sound she, by my chinny chin chin eee-oh eee-oh like a zippo smokes the wa