Ride the Flume Lyrics

THE SKY IS FALLING, AND I WANT MY MOMMY SONG: FALLING SPACE JUNK
Nuclear satellites
Thrown up in space
Will all burn out some
Day guess where they'll crash

We've been lucky so far
Every toy up there is another chernobyl
Waiting to happen

Why?

Space shuttle blew up again
People drop dead
News says "don't worry"
Then the truth comes out

Since 1988
Every shuttle in space
Has carried 46
Pounds of plutonium

Why?
I don't know
I'm scared to care

Enough plutonium
That if it blows
The fallout cancer
Could kill 5 billion people

So now it's over
It's really over
Space junk in the street
Irradiated atmosphere

Fallout covers the earth
Greenhouse so hot we fry
Six months, maybe years
We all know we'll die

So - what matters now?
Nothing matters now
Imagine what would happen
If everyone on earth
Realized this at once

Gonna go loot stores!
Piss anywhere!
Break into peoples houses
Play with their underwear

Strew all my prizes in the street
You can't take it with you
Nothing left to do
But go home
And bolt the doors

Why?

Let's curl up real close
And tell each other
All the things we still don't know
About our lives

Why?

Falling space junk in the streets
Eadiation in the air
Nothing left that's safe to eat
The sky is melting
And I want my mommy.

JESUS WAS A TERRORIST

Jesus was a terrorist
Enemy of the state
That's what the romans labeled him
So he was put to death

He died for his beliefs
What's changed today?

Today bible-thumping cannibals
Reap money from his name
Buy cable networks & power
With old ladies' checks

If jesus saw pat robertson
What do you think he'd say?

Tax-free they re-write our laws
And sick 'em on you
Women don't control their bodies
TV preachers do

Censor everything from bathing suits
To science books
From the schoolroom to the bedroom
They want our thoughts - or else

They treat us like the romans
Used to treat the christians
Een some church going folks are scared
Modern catacombs of fear

Built with money, power and threats
Rock'n'roll is labeled porn
Sell a record, you're under arrest

Instead of fighting aids
They try to stop us having sex
They brag that they won't quit
Till they take dominion over our lives

Is freedom of speech such a terrorist act
Is spiritual peace such a satanic threat
Believe what you want
But we'll fight to keep
Out heads from being cemented in your sand.

BRUCE'S DIARY

On the top floor, from my penthouse
I survey what I rule
High rises
Thin curtains
All lights go out by two

No one ever sees me
Yet I know all of you
It's sort of like a small town
When your whole lives are on my computer

Ah... Ah...

All the power, none of the stress
So much better being hatchet man
Than a henpecked attention-starved target
Like the big man himself

Our goal is perpetual economic victory
We play with you to amuse ourselves
Our motives are personal
Our motives are political
Our motives are sexual
I know

Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho

The laws we make for others
Don't apply to us
We do what we want

A lethargic population is the key to our control
Who'd rather watch someone's life on tv
Than participate in their own
Mentally they feel helpless
Physically they just give up
We priced the healthy food so high
They can only buy soda pop

A house broken bee colony
That goes home after 5
Too burnt and glazed to threaten us
With purpose in their lives

Ah... Ah...
Ha Ha Ha
We drug their snacks at work
Mix hormones in kids lunch at school
Don't be a pill, it's good for you

The men grow up muscular
Short tempered and kinda dumb
The women develop those outrageous curves
The kind you only used to see
In the movies and magazines
We banned and rounded up for ourselves
Hi-Ho
Hi-Ho
It's off to do our work you go

We melt you with acid rain
Keep you poor for economic gain
Convince you your biggest threat
Is drugs and terrorists

They don't even have to be real
Just find a face, make up a crime
Run sensational headlines
Works every time

The people must not realize
They are being manipulated
For them to be manipulated effectively

We give 'em things to worry about
Buying clothes and losing weight
Your lack of curiosity
Is the key to our success

Your lack of curiosity is the key to our success
Hi Ho
Hi Ho
Hi Ho
Life's so simple and happy
When everything's clear.

BAD

We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad

I feel it in my heart
I believe it in my soul
But we will never live
Long enough to know

Restless and curious
Down in my gut I know
That I will never ever
Want what I am told

Cos
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad


Mama told me from the start
Got the same rap at school
Heard it so much that now
Guess I believe it too

So guess what kinda crowd
I hang around with now
Being bad is better
Than being nothing at all

We're bad!

RIDE THE FLUME

If I could travel back in time
I'd go to 1899
High in the Sierra Hills
And ride the lumber down the Sanger flume

The flume
Ride the flume
Ride the flume
Ride the flume
Watch out for that tree

Forget log rides in amusement parks
This one's 50 miles long
Water slide with four foot sides
Down the mountain, 60 miles an hour

Drop through the Devil's Slide
Four thousand feet in 13 miles
Miss a curve, ya sail into space
Hope them 2 x 4's don't break

The flume
Ride the flume
Ride the flume
Me and you
Va-va-voom!

Watch out for that tree
Watch out for that tree!

Around
Around
To the sides of the cliffs we cling

The trestle creaks
As we're swept across the canyon
100 feet below
Rickety timbers - please don't fail me now

Oh no...

Watch out for that tree
Watch out for that tree
Or its pine cone sex face first
For you and me.