2. Thought the D.A. Said I'd Walk (But That Wasn't The Plan) Well, I'm the kind of guy Who winds up in the head Ear half bitten off and all around me going red G-Men swarming everywhere Guess I'm the Son of Man Thought the D.A. said I'd walk But that wasn't the plan At the bottom of a highball There's a sea of human bone Where palm trees sway All roads lead to me It's etched in stone So hand that boy another Coca Cola Life's no fun But hey, it ain't so miserable A whole ocean of Coke Enough to drown in You want to hang yourself You'll need a bigger piece of rope Well, I'm the kind of guy Who ends up in the mud Dodging cans of Burma Shave All this village wants is blood Somewhere in the bush They're trading dope for cuckoo clocks While a thousand pounds of Lie rotting on the docks When I'm dead A shrunken head Bone through the nose I'll know In some perfect world Judas lived to run a tackle shop in Rome You and whose army Fought over the spoils When my kingdom comes Where customers' king With God in his Heaven and Life Magazine The telephone rings Uncle Sam ordering a shitload of trouble for me Spoken: Guy gets into my cab and wants me to drive him to his girlfriend's apartment. Somewhere in the Mission. On the way there he details his plans to reclaim the Throne of the Canadian Monarchy. Says that the Parliament and the Prime Minister are anti-royalist thugs. Says he and his court have been forced to live in exile for years. Somewhere in the Mission. He tells me intricate schemes to topple the Canadian Government. Plots. Intrigues. Scandals. Cloak and dagger stuff. His battle plans include cavalry, fixed-wing aircraft, and thousands of Eskimos paddling canoes. Finally, Says when the people see that their beloved King is still alive, they will shrug off democracy. I turn around and look at him. His eyes are wet and his lips are glistening a little too much. Great, I thought. Busiest night of the week and I have to pick up the King of Canada.

3. Nothing For All! Dreamed I was your father Cried, I laughed, I squirmed Saw the tree the angel held Crossing fields as they burned The world and his wife She said will you ever learn? If I confess Tear me to pieces Just say the word and I lose my nerve But why walk away When I can crawl All for nothing, nothing for all Madam, I'm Adam And I was here when the world was still new Wounded in two places Haven't heard a train in weeks Any good happens tomorow I won't know when to speak This is not my li You said I would never learn With far more than five hundred speeches Just say the word and I lose my nerve So knock down the doors And bang on the walls All for nothing, nothing for all We'll always have this moment to break to pieces Feel ashamed Choke on life Poison dreams That we lash out to blame This is not my life I said will I ever learn? You don't reject me Will you receive me Just say the word And I lose my nerve But why walk away When I can crawl All for nothing, nothing for all

4. (I Did It) Your Way Send his wife a dozen roses What's the big idea? Why order from the menu If all that you wanted was steak? Something's fishy here You think it can swim? Got a Dead? Yeah, a little bit This method acting waiter He's a Shylock to your Juliet While the economy crumbles It's raining bowling balls and anvils So we can't see the falls And chances are Goons down at City Hall Don't sing O Solo Mio And maybe it's something I said Hold your breath Step in trouble so deep You won't know if you're falling Or maybe it's something I say Watch the waves fall away is this learning to walk or just crawling Two knees knocking at the end of the plank Three checks floating to Havana and back again Four out of five bookies to agree I took the blows and did it your way I was an old hare too And I ran

5. Anywhere But America This sinners' at the Pearly Gates With a one way ticket And a carry-on case He shrugs and smiles Okay, he says Anywhere but America He blends into a crowd of passengers I make a vow right then and there One day I'll go Where Tell everyone the difference Between right and wrong Ten thousand miles away The day begins for half-a-million strong This is where I belong Nothing sooner said got done So keep those cards and letters coming I sign them all Wish I was there Far away from America I'll throw the first punch and the last out I'm the baby and the bathwater All washed up on some far shore Where no one's heard about America Show everyone how bridges burn And lines are drawn Half a world away I'll walk these winding streets from dusk to dawn This is where I belong Put the whole Third World to rights And when you're done There's time enough for battles won My lessons learned And I'll be gone This is where I belong

6. Dead Drunk for the Fatherland I'm locked in the darkroom When my neighbor screams His wife digs the ditch Plants the man of her dreams I get this sinking feeling The room starts to lean Her knife's long as my arm Her head's full of steam When the clocks all strike twelve As they crash down the stairs I'm grabbing a lampshade I can't find a chair Dead drunk for the fatherland When war was declared Now we're free At Rue Du Bac Station Down on my hands and my knees Out here digging trenches A map of the moon Holes halfway to Capetown We'll freeze to death soon Scraping at the ground with a wet paper cup Had this all figured out But it isn't enough When no one pays attention All eyes are on you Look up at the stars And count barrage balloons Must be someone sang And I'm wondering whether it's me At Rue Du Bac Station Counting the hours 'till we leave If all that I am Is this cold Montmartre room Throw me out with the bedpan Sweep me The way from the cradle to tomb Leads to base infamy But at Rue Du Bac Station Something is waiting for me

7. Have You Heard the Robin Weep? How many angels Are there up there? As many as the devils down here? Sloppy drunk and living In our hearts and minds Under the people's hands When all we wanted was to live But we were blind men, weren't we Soldiers of the cross Postage stamps in the Kingdom of the Joneses And I feel more lonely Than I've ever been Have you ever heard a robin weeping? Have you ever heard the robin weep? You may forgive us Well, we won't be forgiven There is rancor in our hearts You've scarcely dreamed of But we hold our tongues Until our breath is gone We've been dodging left hooks Since the tim And wishings' never done a lot of anybody good How long High tide?

8. Gone to Face the End Alone Like An Elephant Come on my wayward waif Five dollars you're a punk Someone blow this place skyhigh It's filled with jerks and drunks And I'm the living proof of it A prophet, I haven't a clue I'm waiting for the world to end I'm just another you The bravest kid who ever lived A headline with a heart The sweetest girl in the whole wide wrld And here's the funny part I'm stuck with two and two again I don't know where to start There's twenty kindergarten children outside To sing for you I'll be there at the end sailor I'll be there waving goodbye She's riding painted clouds up to the angels in the sky I'll walk right out the window Ours is but to do or die I've gone to face the end alone Like an elephant On a pile of bones Outside the church I'll Godbless everyone Climb down off my perch and sing Danny Boy when I'm done Walk you through the ruins And throw all my old shoes I'm waiting for the world to end I'm just another you Spoken: I hang a sharp left onto Shotwell and he gets thrown to one side of the cab. I hear some heavy bottles clink and the glug of some heavy liquid. I think I smell something pungent and sweet. The guy curses under his breath and then tells me to stop, that this is the apartment. He points to a nondescript 3 storey stucco 1920s apartment building. Tells me to go ahead and drive him up to the third floor. I tell him that I'm getting a little fed up with his antics and that he better show me some cash. He reaches into a Nike bag and produces fistfuls of bills. Fistfuls, I'm telling you. I see a lot of prett I put the cab into low and drive him up two the flights of stairs. Rather than knock on his girlfriend's door, he tells me to honk. I give it a toot and the door opens. A young woman in a taffeta gown and tiara, sees us, looks up and down the hall, then waves us in. I park between the kitchenette and the living room. I immediately notice the mounted mooseheads on the walls and the 55 gal. drums of maple syrup. I figure the guy's legit so I get out of the cab and start listening to his plan. Half hour into his spiel, I'm spellbound. Then he points at me and tells me that I'm integral to his success. INTEGRAL. Wants me to be the commander of his elite Taxicab Phalanx. I am flattered and I humbly accept the position. I call my wife and tell her not to wait up. She takes it well. So, I'm drinking Labatts and watching hockey matches. Somewhere in the Mission.

9. The Masonic Ritual (Part 2) Ma bu luh Ma ha bone Three times three We meet and do agree Je ho bah

10 Nat King Cole I'm talking to the wall and I'm speaking in tongues Crawling under the floorboards Death's door Banging on the dash of the Caddy We're riding to the airport I'm living through hell Hank's lying in the backseat Nat King Cole Push buttons on the radio Still can't see this stinking river But I can smell the rain Hours before it's coming down Smeared black on the horizon Lightning flashes in the desert Ions cracking in the ether Heard a million weary voices Calling out their names Ran away one Father's Day Jumped a flatcar in slow motion Took the bend but I went headlong Into this stinking river Here I'll lie a thousand years Kiss the white stones in this garden Come the day I raise these bones I'll climb a westbound freight

12. Little Laika Satellite If I'm not too busy marching Off the edge of the world Without a single care or brain in my head Lead me to the slaughter and I'll have no regrets My neck's on the block with all of the rest We sing political nursery rhymes A cold day in hell There's a fairytale religion An American Dream Tell me bedtime stories I know what I'm going to believe And from here you look a little like a satellite Winking on the edge of the world Watch o'er me Mrs. Calabash And ships lost at sea Dots and dashes on a cup with a spoon This is my sound advice From this my diving bell A scientific myth and a prayer Tell me another one Before I run out of air And from here you look a little like a satellite.