Come see the greatest show as advertised on radio
Sell your soul to come join in the circus
The anthem plays you stand beneath candy coated command
Here, hide behind this smiling paint - that's perfect
For the real world - what's so real about
In the real world - don your circus habit
It's the greatest show on earth and in heaven
From the time of birth they taught you to believe
and do and say and act to fulfill their desires
And now we're all screwed up
An overflowing alcoholic loving cup
drink it up - jump through the ring of fire
In the real world - what's so real about it
In the real world - don your circus habit
It's the greatest show on earth and in heaven
Locked inside the lions cage for your entertainment
Death defying fits of rage for your entertainment
The performance of your life for your entertainment
In the greatest show on earth and if I sell me short
Then I'm just another severed cord
Catatonically deaf, dumb, and simple
In the real world - what's so real about it
In the real world - don your circus habit
It's the greatest show on earth

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Worthless Bones
(Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

I'm standing on the corner
in this spot that my shoes found to be rent free
I'm standing on the inside
and I'm looking out at the world and it seems so empty
No one has the time
The spring has sprung and
the watch unwinds on the dynamo
But I would trade the riches of the world
for a worthless bag of bones

Oh, worthless bones
Oh, take me home
Oh, worthless bones, oh

I'm walking down the old familiar street
where I once sat upon my father's knee
And I'm waking up to find a barren lot
scattered with broken glass and shattered dreams
Nowhere is my home
My vagabond carnival heart will forever roam
But I would trade the secrets of my soul
for a worthless bag of bones

Why are we all in a hurry
to sail beneath a make-shift mast
when the winds of change
are blowing nowhere fast

I'm sitting beneath an old oak tree
like the first one I climbed when I was three
and I'm thinking about a little shoebox
that I buried in the ground

Worthless bones take me home to my wonder years
Worthless bones take me far away from here
Worthless bones take me home to my tender years
Worthless bones take me far away from here

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Has Anybody Seen My Monster?
(Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

Has anybody seen my monster
Stalking around with an axe to grind
If you see him you better walk on by,
because that monster, he's no friend of mine
Maybe he won't be back
Maybe he won't be back
for quite a long time

Has anybody seen my monster
Lying still waiting to strike
If he's sleeping don't you wake him up
Just let him dream his life away
Maybe he will not wake
Maybe he will not wake
For quite a long time

That fiery devilish hypocrite witch
about my weight, about my size
That fiery devilish monster living in my eyes
and if you see him, run for cover
and if you see him, run for your life
Don't want to see him, don't want to be him
Don't want to be him or his wife

Has anybody seen my monster
He's stalking on claws of steel
Don't stop to ask him why he's so restless
just let him search for what he cannot feel
Maybe he will not want
Maybe he will not want
For quite a long time

That fiery, devilish, hypocrite-witch
About my weight, about my size
That fiery, devilish monster living in my eyes

Has anybody seen my monster?
He's about my weight, about my size.
Got curly brown hair and big brown eyes
A skinny little thing
Well, if you see him coming
I said, if you see him coming
You better walk on by
You better walk on by
You better walk on by
'cause my monster can be a real
BITCH!

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The Edge (Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony ATV Songs/BMI)

I should try to speak
but all this fighting left me weak
If I could defend
but the ink runs from my pen

I'd beg you not to go away
We should be here together
Though we are somewhere near the edge
I'm begging you don't go away
We should be getting better
Though we are somewhere near the edge

And if I could erase
I'd leave the past without a trace
and with picture-perfect valentine
Replace the words disguised as mine

And beg you not to go away
We should be here together
Though we are somewhere near the edge
I'm begging you don't go away
We should be getting better
Though we are somewhere near the edge

Life is not living without you
Love is not loving without you

This is something that I feel
the tight squeeze and the cracking cold steel
and I can't stop it - my heart
must be breaking

I'm begging you don't go away
We should be here together
Though we are somewhere near the edge
I'm begging you don't go away
We should be getting better
Though we are somewhere near the edge
Why are we somewhere near the edge

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The Old Woodshed
(Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

Out behind the old woodshed
Snakes and snails and puppy tails
Sugar, spice, a push, a shove
A swing, a punch, to touch, to love
Out behind the old woodshed
Fountain of eternal youth
Jars of flashlight fireflies
Dig to China after lunch
Out behind the old woodshed
Words that go together well
Sugar Mountain, Babelogue
These days you think will never end
Out behind the old woodshed
Ma and pa hot on our trail
Pack a Lucky, light a smile
To go where Democrats inhale
Out behind the old woodshed
Tattoo the trees for all to see
Immortalized like Chevrolet
Sara Lee and Jimmy Dean
Out behind the old woodshed
Lie on your back and count the ways
As many as the stars above
These days you think will always stay
Out behind the old woodshed
Cotton candy in the rain
Beneath the water learn to breathe
All good things come to an end
Out behind the old woodshed
My confidant, my dearest friend
The greener blades of grass were we
These days you hoped would never end

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Peace Frog (Morrison/Krieger)

There's blood in the streets
it's up to my ankles
There's blood in the streets
it's up to my knees
There's blood in the streets
in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise
it's following me
Just about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
There's blood in the streets
a river of sadness
There's blood in the streets
it's up to my thigh
The river runs down the leg of the city
Grown women crying and rivers a weeping
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Blood in the streets
the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs
and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.
Blood spills the brain and chops off my finger
Blood will be bringing the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
There's blood in the streets
it's up to my ankles
There's blood in the streets
it's up to my knees
There's blood in the streets
the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise
it's following me

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A La Famiglia (Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

With our eyes downcast, in the ring like a bull
Polite, civilized, murder
You do your best - I'll do what it takes to
Survive - a la famiglia
I used to dream that I was flying
Suspended in air like an angel
A la famiglia!

I'm still not sure who you are
Or what it is you wanted from me
I was just a kid
But I feel like one still
With a broken toy
I used to dream that I was flying
Suspended in air like an angel
A la famiglia!

Free of time
Free of space
Free of guilt
Free of pain
Free of the ghosts that haunt me still
A la famiglia
A la Famiglia

Will I be allowed to forgive myself
Take my place - take control
I am not accountable
Forgive - a la famiglia
A La Famiglia!

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Knee Deep (Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

I wasn't looking - that's how you found me
Hiding in the backroom of the bar
You snuck up like a black cat from the alley
one that had been bit and scratched too hard
Taken by surprise - I guess I showed it
Wasted liquor dripping down your face
I was not impressed like all those bitches
Easy prey is rarely worth the lay

How was I supposed to know
That you'd never let me go
Now I'm knee deep in your shit

I might have known it from the way you kissed me
Or from your nasty cold shit-eating grin
If I had thought that I might love you
We wouldn't be in this mess that we stepped in

I'm sick of waking to your aging face, dear
And I cringe every time you look at me that way
You say you're not convinced that I don't love you
But if I did, you'd be the one in bed with me

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Open Window (Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

Looking in your open window
Your pillows piled to cushion your fall
I shudder to think these curtains of ink
Could ever stain these halls
With justice for all

Looking in your open window
Your excess baggage by the door with a long steel chain
That you rattle in vain
Like your paper-thin promises
That you sell door to door

Looking in your open window
(outside looking in)
The ghost of truth is ready to fly
(outside looking in)
Flying out your open window
(outside looking in)
Turning back the hands of time

Let's reconstruct the scattered lies
Pieces from the scene of the crime
Falling down the rabbit hole
And flying out your open window

Looking in your open window
Searching through your diary
To sort through the laws getting laundered and lost
And to unfold your precious mysteries

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Power Of Love (Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

Take a look in your heart
What is the source of energy
Cross the barrier - communicate with
Something bigger than you and me

Is it the power of gold
Too hard for me to hold
Is it the power of blood
The color leaves me cold
Is it the power of truth
To keep my faith in you
Is it the power, the power of love

Break it down to size
A common thread for all the people
The search for equality
Freedom and the meaning of life

Are you ready to give
Open your heart - learn how to give
Are you ready to live
Open your mind - live and let go
With the power of love
Are you ready?

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Thomas In a Circle
(Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

Reach - make the connection
Hunt and collect the truth
Free your vision
Tear down the fences
Down down your defenses

See Thomas spinning round and round
See Thomas in a circle
Where all his views are upside down
See Thomas in circle

Reach - make your selection
Choose to follow or lead
Use your demons
Push your dreams on through
Yea, you know who
Be who you are
Go where you go
Say what you need to say
Sew the seeds
Sew the seams
Your soul will know
Will show you the way
Sculpt your vision
Tear down the fences
and free the dawn

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Got A Feelin' (Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

Everyone's a little restless, restless
Wanna go forget all about this mess
I got a feelin that tomorrow's gonna bring a brighter day
We're looking for a way that we can make a difference
One that won't leave us sitting on our fences
I got a feeling that it's coming on along the way

Everybody needs a little love
Love and understanding
Everybody needs a little love
Love and understanding
Got a feelin that a little love is on the way

Everyone can come and join the celebration
All you got to bring is your imagination
I got a feelin we could make it go a long long way
Help in carrying the weight and we'll be stronger
If you can take it, we can last a little longer
I got a feeling that's it's coming on along the way

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Mexico A Go-Go
(Michelle Malone ©1992, Cold Cocked Music/Sony Songs Inc./BMI)

M-E-X-I-C-O, I'm going down to Mexico
Dance all night and sing all day-o
I'm going down to Mexico

There's a place south of the border
It's got the way to make you smile
Anything you need - just order
Heaven's just a few short miles
Oh, I want to go
Oh, mama, mama, I need it bad
Oh, I gotta go before
I blow away, blow away

M-E-X-I-C-O, I'm going down to Mexico
Dance all night and sing all day-o
I'm going down to Mexico

Signorita's and Signora's
Will dress your troubles in disguise
Drink sangria, shoot tequila
Until the searing hot sunrise
Oh, I want to go
This fast living gets the best of me
Oh, daddy, daddy, don't say no
Please, I'll blow away, I'll blow away

Oh, beneath the blue skies
You and I, we will siesta
Oh, let the sun fill your shoes
And let your blues blow away
Let them blow away

M-E-X-I-C-O, I'm going down to Mexico
M-E-X-I-C-O, Mexico-a-go-go

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