(words and music by Z. Walters)I wish that I could sleep the way my girlfriend doesShe sleeps through every earthquake and all the floodsBut when the rooster crows my eyes are barely half closedWith my rope lights beeming and my brand new sink clack clackCheckered medicine cabinet bathroom black and pink ehFeng shue hasn’t helped me in anywayI need I need sleep oh so badlyPut your little arms up and grab meI need I need sleep oh so badlyNo parking spots from 2nd street to ximeno So many parking violations I guess I’m criminalLivin in a haze smog don’t even faze meDiphenhydramine in my veins over saturatedWheels spinning going nowhere over caffeinatedI swear narcolepsy’s my solemn prayerI need I need sleep oh so badlyPut your little arms up and grab meI need I need sleep oh so badly

(words and music by Zack Walters)why you got to be bringing me griefstealing all my time I should be calling you thiefso you fell in when I left the seat upyou should’ve turned around and looked before planting your skinny ass buttwhat am I looking at what am I feeling right nowwhy you got to be bringing me downincreasing my lack of money cha-ching ain’t a pleasant soundI turn the AC up you turn the AC downIt’s like a circus on our not so merry go roundI’m tired I’m sick I can be a dickIf your shrink don’t save you ooh ooh Then I’d have no clue what to doIf valium don’t calm you ooh oohThen maybe a shovel will doPick me up don’t be late pay for my food but no touchin’ my plateOpen my door pull out my chair you better notice when I style my hairYou didn’t call you didn’t wait I could just slap you right here on your facewell Oh my girl the tables have turned I’m gonna stay til my tan lines have burnedTake out the trash fill up my tank say bye to your friends cause your locked on my chainSay by to all of that your ass is mine for all of your years or maybe just nineblah blah blah @#$%@^^ @#$&^%*$^##$ #$%^#$%^#$%Why you got to be acting all insaneNeither jenny jones or jenny craig could ease my endless painI know I should give upI know I should give inBut round here that there we call Sinny sin sinI’m tired I’m worn my side aches from your thorn

(words and music by Z. Walters)one thing I gotta say is that it’s all alrighteven though I lie awake in the middle of the nightsome people make me angry but they also make me laughthinkin’ about the good times yea they out weigh the badand all my burnt bridges ah man they make me sadgonna build em back up if I can well that’s the planif I can break reciprocateturn lemons into lemonade and wine from sour grapesthe shade hides us from the sunas we hate what we’ve becomeour shadows cross paths carefreewe roll on we roll on yeah yeah yeaha whole new chapter to a whole nother storyI’m sleepin fine knowing you chose to ignore meKnow that I’m a loser not completely in the darkCan’t change our recollection saying sorry is a startSoon we’ll all be gone sometimes that brings me downBut puts it in perspective cause every second countsIt’s the countdown to the very lastNo more fussing no more fighting gotta live it while it laststhe shade hides us from the sunas we hate what we’ve becomeour shadows cross paths carefreewe roll on we roll on yeah yeah yeah

(words and music by Z. Walters)how do you define the American dreamburritos and tacos or just plain beansthe bottom line is you can’t touch thata beeper and a cell phone and a belt loop answer machineto many other people there’s a checklistthey got their blonde girlfriend nice car and that and thisbut I’m quite chill with a good back scratcherkickin back with food folks fun and laughteroh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhow do you define the American dreamwell you can’t who wrote the book of lovepeople be telling me it’s from up aboveI don’t buy it done tried itMichael Jackson tells me it’s all about two hands and one gloveThen you got your house with the picket fenceOr on the reservation with a teepee tentOr the big house on the hill with your surround sound tvWatch out for me causeoh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhow do you define the American dreamI’m the symbol of status I drive a dodge stratusI got my bose tweeters pumpin out tunes by gladysFlannel wearin hicks I fear they pick up their kids from school on their john deereanyways back to the business man recruitI got my Armani tie and my fancy ass suitAll of these things make me feel so peachieRemember the days of z. cavarichi

(words and music by Z. Walters)this girl the way she looked at mespoke to me through telepathytold me things I never would have knownde ja vu from what I’ve dreamt at homehead deep on the reef I creepnever felt a sweep from deep so steepmork and mindy taught me all I knownow I run like the river that’s way my mind flowsooh de ja vucome into my mindall these reruns I cannot rewindooh de ja vucome into my brainall these reruns I cannot containseems like I’ve been here beforemonica’s next victim is Al Goresociety tells us who we should beI’m a music junky what’s wrong with meSociety says to be the crop of the creamBe a manufactured structural beamTo help build a predictable sceneShun the stiffs and American Dream human beings

(words and music by z. walters)fully loaded like an M-16 like walter winchell had exploded check the inseamtake a breath and spit cause i cannot singif you do youre a fool gonna push you with a stick or a pick or a shovel foolwheel barrel automatic or anotherbut anyways back to the pooridge i was cookinhate being lonely so im always overbookingoodlookin lady make me wanna keep on lookinbut i cant stand fameturned on my mtv must be something wrong with me cause i cant see what all the dilettantes seewere not on teen beat magazine but we dont quitesuck like a suction machine sell out sell outyeah join the team

(music Z. Walters c. volk s. hampton; words Z. Walters)woke up this morning the sun was rising the day was dawningwithout a warning the hole in my soul cried out and kept callingfill me up it said fill me up it criedcouldn’t put a smile on my face if I triedtried lotion to loosen up the skintried to think a happy thought but where do I begin?My happy tank’s on empty need to fill it upIf yours runneth over spill some in my cupPeople talking bout saratonin what the hell’s thatI was deprived when I was born think you could spare me a sacktook a long shower but couldn’t get it goin’still stepped out the door just to get the things flowin’some undertow is pullin my down don’t know what it isgot hella thirsty but there’s nothing in the fridgethe clock’s tickin the days are slippincan’t get my eyes to open why’m I always trippin’tried cold water to tighten up my skintried to think a happy thought but where do I begin?

(words and music by Z. Walters)preachy bout a falsehood tradecounting fingers bout the lot you made nonchalant don’t care look plastic smilelaughin to the bank with shag hairstylecatch myself looking aroundstuck in the shallow end and it’s makin me drownlick your finger and hold it to the skygrab your sail man and raise it real high causeeh who you think you’re foolin’eh who you think you’re foolin’use it abuse it everytime I swear you bruise itgenerically rich with your musicand tears fall when you lose itturning you on is like a bite from a sharkbet you’d go pop cause your hollow no heartrooftop we’re looking downwatching your red flowers turn brownhit mix it’s your professiondon’t confuse passion with obsession

(words and music by Z. Walters)I don’t need your assuranceI don’t need your callsI don’t need your waking me upIn the middle of the night to bust my ballsSitting outside my window With a baseball batI don’t want your hooplaYeah I don’t want none of thatI don’t need your approvalY’ know what I mean?I don’t want you probing my friendsOf every little girl I’ve seenAsking me senseless questionsLike “am I getting fat?”I don’t need your hooplaYeah I don’t want none of thatIf you were an electronic deviceYou’d shock every little thing that you touchCause you’re missing the black cord and I’mNot talking bout your purse but the one that Grounds you down to mother earthCause now it’s timeI don’t need your affectionThink I’m swinging low?Condescending every place I goMaxi pads on my carHey what’s up with that?I don’t want your hoopla Yeah don’t want none of that

(words and music by Z. Walters)Karma Karma Karma is gonna get youKarma Karma Karma is gonna tackle youNo matter how hard you try to hide wellYou better watch your stabbing backsTwo years later suffer heart attackAnd the way that you walk my dogYou better watch your walks in the fogCause karma karma karma is gonna get youNo matter how hard you try to hide well well wellBulldozing into the oceanCausing motion Such a nappy ass potionSpreading the notion That spreading your lotionAcross the land Make for a positive promotionDestruction leads to more constructionat the beginning there is selection But at the end my friend there’s absolutelyNo protection from karma karma karma . . .

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It's safe to say I'm lost, Without you in my arms, So I call your name and I pray you might, Come and watch over me like the pale moonlight, Until the sun comes back around. Take me down, take me down by the water, water, Pull me in until I see the light, Let me drown, let me drown, in you honey, h ...

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