A more humane Mikado never
Did in Japan exist,
To nobody second,
I’m certainly reckoned
A true philanthropist.
It is my very humane endeavour
To make, to some extent,
Each evil liver
A running river
Of harmless merriment.
My object all sublime
I shall achieve in time–
To let the punishment fit the crime–
The punishment fit the crime;
And make each prisoner pent
Unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment!
Of innocent merriment!
A criminal mind,
Is all I’ve ever known.
They tried to reform me,
But I’m made of cold stone.
A criminal mind,
Is all I’ve ever had.
Ask one who’s known me,
If I’m really so bad…
Who’s bad?
The word is out
You’re doin’ wrong
Gonna lock you up
Before too long
You’re lyin’ eyes
Gonna tell you right…
So look me in the eyes
Tell me what you see
Perfect paradise
Tearing at the seams
I wish I could escape
I don’t wanna fake it
Wish I could erase it
Make your heart believe
But I’m a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know
Now you know
That I’m a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know, you’re free to go (go)
You’re all fools, don’t you bother to say it.
Well I’m through, and your money won’t pay it.
You’re all liars, and you’ve been tellin’ me lies.
Yeah, you’re liars, and I’ve caught you with your finger in the pie.
You can’t hide your lyin’ eyes
And, your smile is a thin disguise
I thought by now you’d realize
There ain’t no way to hide your lyin’ eyes…
Aint that what you said
Aint that what you said
Aint that what you said
LIAR!
LIAR! LIAR!
Muddy Waters said it, you know the blues got a soul
James Brown said it, you know the blues got a soul
Well the blues had a baby and they named the baby rock & roll
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the Blues!
Bus stop rat bag
Ha, ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Life is a carnival, two bits a shot
Having my baby
What a lovely way of saying
How much you love me.
Having my baby
What a lovely way of saying
What you’re thinking of me.
I can see it your face is glowing
I’ve been l-u-m-b-e-r-e-d, lumbered!
Have you seen the little piggies?
Crawling in the dirt?
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse
Always having dirt to crawl around in…
What they need is a damn good whacking…
We are all outlaws in the eyes of America
In order to survive
We steal, cheat, lie, forge, fred*, hide, and deal
We are obscene, lawless, hideous, dangerous, dirty, violent, and young
*authorized alternative lyric per the album jacket
We are young,
Heartache to heartache,
We stand,
No promises, no demands,
Love is a battlefield…
We stay on the front lines
Yeah but we’re still here after the bomb drops
We go so hard we lose control
The fire starts then we explode
When the smoke clears we dry our tears
Only in love and war
Yes, we’ll rally 'round the flag, boys
We’ll rally 'round again
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
We will rally from the hillside
We’ll gather from the plain
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
The union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah
Down with the traitor, up with the star
While we rally 'round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the battle cry of freedom
You’re a grand old flag
You’re a highflying flag,
Forever in peace may you wave
The emblem of
The land I love…
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California to the New York island,
From the redwood forests, to the gulf stream waters,
This land belongs to you and me.