Benny got a new tattoo
Down at the St. Mark's Zoo

He walked down to the park
Drinkin 40's, till it's dark
Talkin to a grey haired man
In a tie-dyed shirt and ragged pants
He said,
That's where the hippies used to play
Down on Avenue A

Susie got a new pair of shoes
Now she don't know what to do

So she's sitting in the Park
Smokin pot till it's dark
Talking to a toothless man
With spiky hair
And leather pants
He said,
I knew Stiv in the day
And that's where the junkies used to play
Down on Avenue A

When every memory is gone
and everything you know is wrong

Takin the edge off on a beautiful day
with a Frappacino and a crème brulee
yeah, it's all over when you see a Range Rover
and to my bodega, I say hasta luega

it's not what you do, it's what you say
and it's not who you know, it's who you pay

Down on Avenue A

So tell me pretty baby, are you still talking bout yourself
You're such a non-conformist, just like everybody else
And if you had a heart, tell me would you use it
And if you had a thought, I think you'd confuse it
And if you understood exactly what I'm saying
would you have the common sense to
Kiss My Ass
Cause I am right
I am right
I am right
I am right

I'd like to take your ego and crush it into a little ball
And then I'd take my baseball bat and knock it over the centerfield wall
Cause if you had a soul, I think you would sell it
and if you had a life, you'd serve your time in hell
Justice can be sweet, power is corrupting
So it would be my pleasure to have you
Kiss My Ass
Cause I am right
I am right
I am right
I am right

And if there was a god, I think she'd give her blessings
to every dirty deed, I would be confessing
So before I knock on heaven's door please grant my last request
Would you be so kind as to
Kiss My Ass
Cause I am right
I am right
I am right
I am right

Banging rocks together
Howling at the moon
Brontasaurus burgers/crank it to eleven
on the barbecue/ and light the barbecue

We're gonna go crazy (we're gonna go crazy)
We're gonna go wild (we're gonna go....)

Ahh ahhh ahh
It's a savage beat
Ahh ahhh ahh
It's a primitive sound
Ahh ahhh ahh
It's a savage beat
Ahh ahhh ahh
It's a primitive sound

Wailin at the tar pit
Rockin to the Stones
Bo Diddley's on the stereo
bring it to Jerome

We're gonna go crazy (we're gonna go crazy)
We're gonna go wild (we're gonna go....)

Ahh ahhh ahh
It's a savage beat
Ahh ahhh ahh
It's a primitive sound
Ahh ahhh ahh
It's a savage beat
Ahh ahhh ahh
It's a primitive sound

It's a savage beat
Ahh aahh
It's a primitive sound
Ahh aahh
It's a savage beat
Ahh aahh
It's a primitive, primitive, primitive, primitive sound
It's a primitive sound Ahh aahh
It's a primitive sound Ahh aahh
It's a primitive sound

Blast off from the duplex planet
Blast off onto new horizons
Farewell to the slacker culture
Farewell to your bed of roses

Kalifornia's gonna crumble into the sea
No more Beach Boys harmonies
for your little sixties fantasies
I sing this eulogy

I'm gonna rock
we're gonna rock

Wake up to the new age nightmare
twelve steps to the psycho babble
feel good in the prozac moment
Last call for the woodstock nation

The modern stone age family
Between reality and make believe
Where daddy's just a memory
and Heather's got two mommies

I'm gonna rock
we're gonna rock

For every phoney little wanna be
Careering in the industry
Shove some product up your marketing degree
cause it ain't rock and roll to me

I'm gonna rock
we're gonna rock
testosterone rock
respect the rock

I fall to my knees
and look to the sky
Who will save rock and roll?

Murray The K is not here today
so who will save rock and roll?

Every protest singer
every guitar slinger
every punk rock sinner sells his soul

My generation is not the salvation
so who will save rock and roll

I saw The Stooges, covered with bruises
who will save rock and roll?

every mercenary
three chord revolutionaries
choose your side and choose it well

solo

June 1st, 67 something died and went to heaven
I wish Sgt Pepper
never taught the band to play

my generation
is not the salvation
so who will save,
who will save
tell me who will save
rock and...... roll

Alienation generation's constipation
Consequence of years of Oprahzation
Super-concentrated self infatuation

I don't have a clue
I don't trust those who do
I'm just tryin to shake these
Jim Gordon Blues

Now that every word has lost its meaning
Now we know the image is deceiving
I can't trust what I'm not believing

I don't have a clue
I don't trust those who do
I'm just tryin to shake these
Jim Gordon Blues

Don't kiss it, who knows where it's been
Don't think it, if it might offend
Don't chase what's blowin in the wind

I don't have a clue
I don't trust those who do
I'm just tryin to shake these
Jim Gordon Blues

The voices are screaming, constantly berating
A moment of silence would be so intoxicating
The urge to kill can be so liberating

I don't have a clue
I don't trust those who do
I'm just tryin to shake these
Jim Gordon Blues

I crave the flesh of the sacred cow
charred and dripping fat

I love the sight of a baby lamb
Spinning on the rack

I say, Burn!!
Burn!!
Burn, Baby, Burn!!

My guitar player likes to knaw the bone
and suck the marrow out
He plays a Marshall stack twenty feet tall
and grills a porterhouse

I say, Burn!!
Burn!!
Burn, Ross, Burn!!

Plantkillers! Plantkillers! Plantkillers try to rule my world
Plantkillers! Plantkillers! Plantkillers try to rule my world

The grill's hot, my knives sharpened
Got a bass-o-matic
And a hunger pang

Why do the Sioux hunt the buffalo?
Why do they love the pig in Spain?

Why do the big fish eat the small?
Why do we even have to eat at all

Cause,
Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on......

Look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now
I'm on top of the food chain

I am the carnivore
I am the omnivore
I am the matador
That's what my teeth are for

Burn!!
Burn baby
Burn!!
Burn baby
Burn!!
Burn baby
Burn!!
Burn baby

You stagger home at 3 AM
Yeah, you said you're out drinkin with the girls again

What's up with that?
Woooo
What's up with that?

What's up with that?
Woooo
What's up with that?

You treat me like a worn out toy
But when I get paid I'm your lover boy

What's up with that?
Woooo
What's up with that?

What's up with that?
Woooo
What's up with that?

You're out of work again
like all your your loudmouth friends
what can a poor boy do, with you

solo

You're always honkin on the saxophone
and you're always yappin on the telephone

What's up with that?
Woooo
What's up with that?

What's up with that?
Woooo
What's up with that?

You ignore me
then you adore me
when I think I'm losing faith
you restore me

you accuse me
then excuse me
Is everything you do meant to confuse me?

It's all right
It's all right
one kiss and I feel all right
It's all right
It's all right
one touch and I feel all right

you criticize and you flatter
I pledge my love to you but it doesn't matter

You're such a bad bad girl
who thinks she owns this world
you kick and you scream
you never fight clean
you bring me to my knees
everytime I try to leave

It's all right
It's all right
one kiss and I feel all right
It's all right
It's all right
one touch and I feel all right

when I saw the light
shining from you
I was totally blinded
Just a shameless fool

You're such a bad bad girl
who thinks she owns this world
you kick and you scream
you never fight clean
you bring me to my knees
everytime I try to leave

It's all right
It's all right
one kiss and I feel all right
It's all right
It's all right
one touch and I feel all right

Last car 2 train
Burning from the rage
Manhattan makes and Brooklyn takes
A lonely Desert Eagle
waiting for his prey
to blow another sucker away

On your feet or on your knees
In the presence of a new god
Let me see you raise a hand
In the presence of a new god

The priests love the little boys
Playing with their toys
Now they both got a story to sell
There's too much understanding
from cowards on the run
I can serve in heaven
cause I reigned in hell

On your feet or on your knees
In the presence of a new god
Let me see ya raise a hand
In the presence of a new god

Lock and load

On your feet or on your knees
In the presence of a new god
Let me see ya raise a hand
In the presence of a new god

You wake up in the morning
totally confused
can't get a date
but you're getting screwed

you're searching for a reason
a way to carry on
when everything is broken
and everything is wrong

So you tried to save the whales
You found a tree to kiss
You gave a crippled child
His dying wish

You're waiting for an answer
A message from above
You've always been a sucker
Another fool in love

What's it all about
Pussy and money
I ain't tryin to be cute
I ain't tryin to be funny
Everybody lies about
Pussy and money

It's always gonna be that way
It's always gonna be that way

You see a girl
You start talkin
She sees your car
She starts walkin

Sweet success
Just take it
If you're sincere
You can fake it

What's it all about
Pussy and money
I ain't tryin to be cute
I ain't tryin to be funny
Everybody cries about
Pussy and money

It's always gonna be that way
It's always gonna be that way

You wanna be the big dog
Down on the street
But if you spill a drop of blood
The shark's gotta eat

A million stars
out of reach
A billion grains of sand
on the beach

So you pray every night
When the sun goes down
Cause there are only two things that make the world go round

What's it all about
Pussy and money
I ain't tryin to be cute
I ain't tryin to be funny
Everybody lies about
Everybody cries about
Everybody shout it out!!
Pussy and money

It's always gonna be that way
It's always gonna be that way