The Cover Girls Follow

Buck 65-Square 3

[intro]

music to be murdered by

it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it

our record requires only the simplist of equipment

an ordinary phonograph needle

a 4 inch speaker

and a 38 calibur revolver

naturally the record is long played

even though you may not be

so why dont you relax?

lean back and enjoy urself

until the coroner comes...

oop my penis is comin out

there must be trouble in the monkeyhouse

fever runnin cage to cage

either one in change for change

both of us with glass between us

bittering and banging,

singing in sanging

spinnin and hangin out

yingin and yangin

whats the big idea?

comin with the sideshow mountain act

u could always drop my class

if you find it too challenging that way

nobody knows a face

we just take it to a higher gear

but oh thats why ur weird now

you got a barbed wired beard

i see you better watch your face protecting your material

you knwo who youre dealin with here im flakier than breakfast cereal

i changed all levels and i replaced all players but im

tired in runnign around liek baseball players always got

trouble on the mind developed the feed of prophets

tell the deceased about it, go yell at a priest and shout it out

loud is here new laws, in stoen, windblown

you saw the infection with bad knees and an ingrown duel claw

bitch, you got lucky with the phone calls and the spread sheets

so, cut the crap out along with the cigarettes and the red meats

this fate can see in your eyes trying to match manuvers with your mouth open

looks liek youre diamonds scratched and hearts champed

play along, safe inside me it doesnt matter what you think

you no-floats, and row boats when u hit below dont say

doh,.meew!meew! got to get out of here!

slur my esses, then you blur my message

i got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope to tie

demons aint supposed to cry

tears enough to soak the sky

pourin out of both your eyes

cross your legs and hope to die

sketch artist......

...........what??........

........noo?

nowww ii feel like goin out ive got enough love to fill the place

ill come to ur house and ovulate on ur pillow case

i knwo where im goin so i dotn even need to look

i shoudl probably do a show you know

but id really rather read a book

so, pay me lots of money now

im done payin dues

and im not puttin the pressure on

and im not sayin jews

but ive accepted challenges

and ive taken many dares

and its hard to make it all coem back when u havent been anywhere

so, we can have a sleepover

ill lay a towel down

you can do the rest, and then well both make a vowel sound

single white female, we can play connect the dots

but gimme a second to myself to just collect my thoughts

uhh....

now meet me at the great taste

show me your soul, and ill try to keep a straight face

i know you are pissed in the past and you were put off

why dotn you take it out on me

and shoot the last of ur foot off?

Switzerland, what about girls?and what about jobs? and what about all the tiem that was spent int he what about fogs

i should pull your pants down

for no reason and spank you

but i wont, if u be a good boy- please and thank you

now i.

say jump.

you say.

how high?

its the grim reaper vs the gym teacher

and it goes liek..

"u talking to me?

"im the only one standing here"

"you make the move"

"...mmokay"

uhyah i got a

i got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope to tie

demons aint supposed to cry

tears enough to soak the sky

pourin out of both your eyes

cross your legs and hope to die...

sketch artist......

...........what??........

........noo?

[scratch]

you dont know me...

[bill cosby]

and the coolest, coolest thing about buck was that he was one of us, didnt smoke didnt drink, didnt kiss no women...

it was great cause you could really talk to buck and he would hear ya

oh one time they threw buck out the 3rd story window he landed on the ground *thud* that cat was stiiiill goin jack! haha We were all goin "GOO AHEEAD BUCK! that was really cooool man!"

[intro]

you try so hard, you jump so high, then you run so fast and you dont know why...you gotta try so hard, jump so high, and you run so fast and dont knwo why...you gotta try again, try try again

the try hards drive cars that need new parts

they got vampire fangs and see thru hearts

but they wouldnt be caught dead without the right clothes on

the harder they try, the more everything goes wrong

the tryhards talk until the back of my neck hurts

no matter what, the topic is "the experts"

the tryhards cant dance, but do dance anyways

then they say tryhards, are kinda retarded

but i wouldnt go that far, i shoudl mention for starters

theyre modern day maureders just dyin for attention

yeah, tryhards, candy-coated comedians

live thru medium-sized imaginations

lies and exagerrations, all on an average weekday

they have a unique way, of making you want to vomit

drama slash nonsense akways part of the content

opinions and comments, from cowboys and indians

climbin a steep hill, just for a cheap thrill

dancin queens, cant seem to keep still

the tryhards dotn sleep well, they just toss and turn

and im not concerned about it, to tell you the truth

they get on my nerves, i refer to them as perverted

earthworms, as they prefer to play dirty

the tryin hardest, theyd probably say im an artist

obvious novices that just feel so informed

thats its even more annoying than being trapped in a toystore

with hardcore rappers, paraders and wannabes

i say probably highway robbery

aint worse than being pestered by this type of person

tryhard children still throw tantrums

on their mattresses in their mansions

and pay attention fully to the bully with the headphones

fascinated actually with makin a fashion statement

tryhards dont know how to relax

its ridiculous how he always overreacts

the tryhards just go along for the ride

i guess the nbeed for speed can be stronger than pride

[fades]

the tryhards.....they jump so high, they run so fast and dont know why.....

[buck]

i was raised on a dirt road

ghost town, stray dogs

whole nine, the gold mine closed down

i knew the woods like the back of my hand

and i would shoot the breeze

with the roots and trees

i'd go by the river

and watch the way the devil dances

but never took his hand

even though i did have several chances

everybody slept

when the morning dew turned to frost

darkness moved in

and somebody burned a cross

a girl named stella cuwin

was prettier than you`d imagine

the town should've given her the crown

for the beauty pageant

but instead

some local pinhead started spreading rumors

about the cuwins being inbreds

and what's worse, people believed it

cause the family was dirt poor

and down on their luck

so that made it hurt more

picking up garbage and mowing the grass

at this point stella stopped going to class

you know how they ridicule a kid in school

and this shit's enough

to make anybody feel like a misfit

she made herself invisible

and hid inside a house of mirrors

whenever the fear stops

so did the tear drops

but fear is forever

and lies become legend

and eventually growing

slowly, exponentially

she should've been a cover girl

treated like a princess

but she's an enigma

haunted by the stigma of incest

she tried to hide the scars

her name reminds me of the stars

i saw diamonds divide

in the corners of her eyes

she tried to hide the scars

her name reminds me of the stars

i saw diamonds divide

in the corners of her eyes

one horse town

known for the most softness

little old schoolhouse

burned down post office

blueberries and bulrushes

a tree with a tire swing

volunteer fireman's fair

the whole entire thing

stella was heartbroken

decided to start smoking

bad taste in her mouth

she grew into a sad face

her few friends were worried

but her parents were always pround of her

but she never escaped from under the cloud cover

a woman reduced

she was eaten by a monster

and after all these years

the past, it still haunts her

it whispers her name

when she's trying instead

to just listen to music

while she's lying in bed

now the story of stella

is one that every child knows

but the witch in the woods

is more like a wild rose

she tried to hide the scars

her name reminds me of the stars

i saw diamonds divide

in the corners of her eyes

she tried to hide the scars

her name reminds me of the stars

i saw diamonds divide

in the corners of her eyes.....