Cake Lyrics

Cake Lyrics

"Comfort Eagle Lyrics"

Weasels Ripped My Flesh Lyrics
Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, snorks) Buzz Gardner (trumpet, flugel horn) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Don Preston (piano, organ, electronic effects)

We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are widening the corridors
And adding more lanes

We are building a religion
A limited edition
We are now accepting callers
For these pendant key chains

To resist it is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning
But he never seems to ash

He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location
But you better come with cash

Now his hat is on backwards
He can show you his tatoos
He is in the music business
He is calling you "DUDE!"
Dry Bristles Lyrics
it's more clever when you're young just ask my brothers who will agree with me your empty hand's my idle tongue i hope the audience is listening i love my heroes cause they're not famous this just might be my last chance to let you know my name before my chances pass away so lend me
R> Now today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday is weaving in and out

And the fluffy white lines
That the airplane leaves behind
Are drifting right in front
Of the waning of the moon

He is handling the money
He's serving the food
He knows about your party
He is calling you "DUDE!"

Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The doublewide shine
On the bootheels of your prime

Doesn't matter if you're skinny
Doesn't matter if you're fat
You can dress up like a sultan
In your onion head hat

We are building a religion
We are
The Killer Lyrics
I think we're lost, don't worry I've been here before I'm sure I thought I knew the way Out of here yesterday Dove cuesto, mi dolce? Your driver called, it's time to go- Your driver's waiting for you- And I caught a fever A holy fire- Til I was crawling on the ceiling Come o
aking a brand
We're the only ones to turn to
When your castles turn to sand

Take a bite of this apple
Mr. corporate events
Take a walk through the jungle
Of cardboard shanties and tents

Some people drink Pepsi
Some people drink Coke
The wacky morning DJ
Says democracy's a joke

He says now do you believe
In the one big song
He's now accepting callers
Who would like to think along

He says, do you believe
In the one true edge
By fastening your safety belts
And stepping towards the ledge

He is handling the money
He is serving the food
H
What's a Good Ol' Boy to Do Lyrics
She took my cowboy boots and my fishin' gear, My George Jones CD's and my case of beer. She left a little note up on the table sayin' we were through. Hey mister, you tell me, what's a good ol' boy to do? I had a cherry red pick up, '75. Last time I saw it, it was headin' out the drive. Her
e is now accepting callers
He is calling me "DUDE!"

Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The doublewide shine
On the bootheels of your prime

There's no need to ask directions
If you ever lose your mind
We're behind you
We're behind you
And let us please remind you
We can send a car to find you
If you ever lose your way

We are building a religion

We are building it bigger

We are building

A religion

A limited

Edition

We are now accepting callers...
For these beautiful...
Pendant keychains