All lyrics by Adam Gates, except "Troubled Young Man" by Matt Winegar and "Mrs. Thompson" by Derek Greenberg.

[No lyrics.]

I heard you ran off chasing elephants?
What's the use in chasing elephants?
Do you need to skin them all like that?

Twelve steps up to higher powers
Prostrate yourself on the hour
Define every feeling that you have

Step right up
Tip your hat
Pink elephant

Fell in love with your depressions
Erections sprang from your confessions
Tender feelings stapled to your tongue

Grant me the power to make you shut up
Pop a beer, it's time to fess up
Life is so much better when you're high

I would be a footnote to your sober career
Somehow I think I missed out in all those drunk years
Could I trade a pink one for a white?
Would that make you finally see the light?

What's the use in chasing elephants?
Everyone is chasing elephants!
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

When we get much older, I'll go out of my mind
Sitting in the pantry, I'll be wasting my time
Finally reading Ulysses without my Cliff Notes
The time to die is getting near, it's coming so close
How that comforts me

(I'll sleep)
When I sleep, I'll say goodbye
(Lay me down)
In the dark, dreadful ground
(Ring a bell)
Let the news pass quickly, dear
(Dust to dust)
You'll forget me within the year

I remember when we drove up north one day
Watched the clouds, on mushrooms, from the highest ridge
Took a picture of the place we took off our clothes
Found it crushed and faded in my bedroom drawer
Now it's pinned to my death bed

There's a place called Saville Row, yes (Saville Row)
It's not hard to get there
And this place called Saville Row, yes (Saville Row)
It's not hard to find

And it's been a part of me for so many years
Put your velvet jacket on and wipe those tears away

All the candied lipstick on his new toupee
He thinks the Maharishi was born yesterday

See, it's not hard to get there
No, it's not hard to get there
No, it's not hard to find

You can whine (you can whine), you can bitch (you can bitch)
Why do you live in fear?
I wish you were a friend, not a puppeteer
When you get (when you get) on the street (on the street)
Somewhere, something is terrible inside of your head
Dear oh dear

I've been thinking of you
I've been thinking of you
Yeah
I've been thinking of you
Be so glad to see you
Next year
But I still love my fair weathered friend

Watch him dance (watch him dance), he's so quick (he's so quick)
I've seen him square-dancing
Inside the barnyard with the chickens and cows
It's insane (it's insane), what a game (what a game)
Watch me manipulate
I can read you like Curious George or the Cat In The Hat

My fair weathered friend
My fair weathered friend

You can fly
You can fly

Just flap your wings
Give it a try
Maybe you also can fly
If you flap your arms
You can fly
And that's not a lie

Call me Amadeus call me Orpheus
Call me anything that you want
Because I'm wearing my prodigy suit

I'm Oedipus on the boat, I'm Mary's only son
I am the pillar of salt, a loaded gun

[Voice-over]
You get close to me, baby
Uh-huh

I'm big fat Elvis' fat ass, Montgomery Cliff
I'm in the back room smoking

I'm Oedipus on the boat, I'm Oedipus in the boat

[Voice-over]
Right on, right on
Pick up a shovel and dig this if you can
I'm seen all kinds of girls like you come and go, and go and go
But I'm different, baby
I've got a lot to offer a woman, you know what I'm saying?
I mean, what you got for me? What you got?
Stone stone groove, baby
I'm gonna slide up in you like a freight train outta hell, that's right
Oh, you looking good
Why don't you arch your back like that? Arch it
You like to get spanked?
What, have you been a naughty girl?
Oh, lick my leg, lick it
Lick my leg
That outfit suits you well, is that your heritage?
My roots speak loud, my roots speak louder than me
The color of my skin, what about the color of my blood?
I'm bleeding inside
I'm bleeding for you
Lick my leg
Get down baby, get down
Get, get off me

I'm drunk with Jesus
My hands reached out towards my sleeping wife
Jehovah's drinking Ripple
Grabs my hand, looks me in the eye
He says "It'll take a New York minute to close this debate."

Jack, you're the Beast
Jack, you're a demon
If you ask him, he won't say
Foundation is weak
Ground work uneven
He's bound to realize any day, any day

I'm pissed with Jesus
My hands clutched the neck of my sleeping wife
He said "You really don't recall?
Been hiding in some mortal's life.
You must know there are no vacations. We need you at the gates."

Jack is the Beast
Jack is a demon
If you ask him, he won't say
Foundation is weak
Ground work uneven
He's bound to realize any day, any day

What about my mortgage?
What about my new car?
What about my job?
All those leaves in the yard?
Are my dreams for nothing?
His wife lay dead
And gone

So now he knows
So now he knows

You can't believe I finally said it
I've been sleeping with Mary Jane

Someone put Dylan on again
Reality is never kind to me
While you pray for me
I will be smiling in Hell

And it's the choice of many, understood by few
I'll find myself a drugged out willing advocate of dope

I'd like to leave without a reason
As Saddam sends me off to bed
While you pray for me
I will be smiling in Hell

One day I'll finally do myself in
Spill bong water in my sons new crib
Hello Saddam, hello Saddam

I'm the phantom of my own opera, don't you know it?
When I think of you, sweetheart
I'm the phantom of my own opera, don't you know it?
When I think of you, sweetheart

The phantom wears an overcoat, brown trousers and a derby
He stands erect, cracks his whip loudly

I'm the phantom of my own opera, don't you know it?
When I think of you, sweetheart (Andrew Lloyd Webber, yeah)
I'm the phantom of my own opera, don't you know it?
We were gonna have a circus in the barn

The phantom wears an overcoat, long trousers and a derby
He stands erect, cracks his whip loudly

Here I am (I am)
With a gun in my hand
Wondering if I'll finally get it right

I'm alive (alive)
In your memory
I'd rather be remembered than alive

Little boy, you've lost your way
Chase your demons all away
Heaven knows if I'll survive
Mommy thinks that Ralph is still alive

Remember me (bang bang)
What I truly am
A lazy drunken fool without a job

Welcome home, sit by my side (welcome home)
Maybe someday you can come
Down to Hell and be my bride

Wormhole
Wormhole
Mobius
Mobius
Can you see me?
Can you see me?

I've been watching the walls
But the walls mean nothing
When he's everywhere
Out of my mind cause I'm sure that he's in it, oh yeah
I cannot hide when sees all my insides (me)
Yes he knows (me)
And he hates (me)
Yeah

Long ago, I went out with a girl so lovely and kind, a genuine mind
Arm in arm, restaurants, museums, talking all night, we were both same height
Then after several months, I said:
"Won't you go to bed with me?"
"Won't you go to bed with me?"
And she said "Sorry, I can't."
I'd like to

So I had a little talk with the Id that's lurking in inside, he was nasty and snide
He said "Tell the girl, if she won't get horizontal with you this relationship's through."
How could I bring myself to say:
"You will go to bed with me"
"You will go to bed with me"
And so I took a cold shower
I don't like to

Soon thereafter she joined a Rajneesh cult
Took it as an insult
Though time has passed, I'll never be the same
The Id in me's to blame

There it is, that's the sordid tale of my innocent youth, every word is the truth
When I meet a lovely lady I just sit on my hands, I don't make demands
And I'd like to tell them all:
"You will go to bed with me"
"You will go to bed with me"
I'll never have a partner in bed
I'd like to
I would like to

I'm always trying to find all the good things
Chasing my tail to find the good things
All my life
My horrible mixed up life
Nothing seems good anymore

If I drink red wine
Am I the scum of the earth?
If I drink it down
Say that I have no self-worth
You can sit and frown
Just don't try to stop me

I'm finding out quick there's only bad things
Yes, the world is made up of bad things
All my life
My horrible mixed up life
Just doesn't seem good anymore

If I drink red wine
Am I the scum of the earth?
If I drink it all
Say that I have no self-worth
You can sit and frown
Just don't try to stop me

Mrs. Thompson married a wealthy man
Counting her blessings when the trouble began
She was in love then, tracing his name in the sand
He knew her face like the back of his hand

She loves Harry and racing cars
How he brought her flowers to heal the scars
She loves Harry and Cuban cigars
When he knocked her down, he picked her up
And she came at him with the loving cup
Yeah, she came at him with the loving cup
From his racing days long ago

Mrs. Thompson widowed at sixty-five
She still thinks that her husband's alive
Calling the office day after day to see
"Is my loving Harry coming home to me?"

Oooo, my Harry

Complicated, Janie's acting strange
What a strange little girl
Wake up, wake up, dancing in the street, she is naked again
But before we get much older we might die
You'll be dancing in the graveyard singing "Nah nah-nah nah-nah nah-nah nah"

Complicated, Janie gets no sun in the shadow of Paul
As may she is living at the end of her sanity, yeah
But before you get much older you might die
You'll be dancing in the graveyard singing "Nah nah-nah nah-nah nah-nah nah"

It's so complicated

Makes a call to his new best friend
He says "I'd like to join your band
I'll try so hard to please, I won't offend
I hoping you will understand
I'm so very lonely, listen please
Take advantage, I can bend
Hoping you will take a look at me
Because I'm faithful to the end"

"Hey man
Would you let me hold your hands?
Hey man
Would you let me join?
Would you let me join your band?
Would you let me join your band?"
Yeah yeah yeah

Sent a practice tape of him and a friend, and an ancient 8x10
He said "I'm better now, forgive my mistake
Please let me try out once again"

"Won't you give me one more try?"

I want wisdom without the pain
I want flowers and everything
I want world peace for my own
I want the one hand is clapping, the one hand is clapping, yeah

Call me a bastard, you call me a thief
Say I've gone batty, I'm beyond belief
But I'm just a part of the masses that sing that
I Want Everything

I want diamonds and gold dust, the promise of love that won't rust
I want candles and cream, the caged bird that sings of gold

When I was three, when I was three
My mom used to tapdance on my face
She said that she always wanted to be
An abstract painter or a Cubist

What a sad occasion brought me here, yeah, that brought me here, tonight
What a sad occasion that brought me here, that brought me here
'Cept that I feel fine now

Welcome to my world all you bleeding hearts
I guess I'm falling apart
We all do one day
Why should I stop taking heroin?
I'm taking heroin
What could you do to change my mind?

When I was six, when I was six
My dad used to lock me in his car
He said that he always wanted to be
Lawrence of Arabia

My beautiful heroin addiction
Sits there looking at me from the wall
And sometimes I stop and I think of it
'Cause I feel fine now

My my my my beautiful
Yeah yeah

What do you do when your head comes off?
Who do you call when it falls apart?
There goes Gibbs, got a crazy idea
What do you do when the world turns black?

What did I do?
What did I do?
Does this bring me down?
Oh, yeah, I was [dead]

What do you do when you hear you're dead?
Looking for worms inside your head
What do you do? Watch your back
Yes, I'm never coming back
What do you do when your head comes off?
Who do you call when it comes apart?
There goes Gibbs, got a crazy idea
What do you do when your world goes bang?
Come back, come back

Organ grinding at the circus
Chewing my nails with Nietzsche
There goes the pastor, Reverend Oxy Moron
Six Six Six

I'm going down, I'm going down
I'm going down, I'm going down, down
The Black Pope
The Black Pope
The Black Pope

Did you hear what he said?
"God is dead"
"God is dead"

Hated Jehovah's perfect skin
There goes Jesus with his anus sown shut
Now here comes old Aleister and what does he say?
Six Six Six

The Black Pope has lost himself instead
The Black Pope has lost himself instead