Viva Discordia

(album: A City Dressed In Dynamite - 2008)

Ugh

Lucy's a goth chick
Spit in the face of a jock at the mosh pit
Then the kid lost it
Saw her at the mall at the local Hot Topic
Her boyfriend was picking out a new chain wallet

Lucy's all talk
She really ain't got no heart for a fight
She'd rather see an art show
Beat her face down till she looked like a Picasso
Even ripped the ring out her boyfriend's nostril

Brother's outside
Smoking on a Newport
Heard about his sister
Running through the food court
Ran right over the dude from the shoe store
Rumored that he jumped down two floors, ooh Lord

Came right up behind him
The kid didn't see him
I've never seen that look
On another human being

Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha)
Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha)
Can't keep my eye's closed (Woo-ha)
Sunny all the time (Ha, ha)
Put your hands where I can see 'em boy
Keep 'em up high
This place (this place) has gone (has gone, gone, gone) crazy

Mona from Sedona, Arizona
Drove to California in a beat up Toyota
Reading Deepak Chopra
And singing "Champaign Supernova"

Life it ain't all roses
Though you go where you're supposed to go
Woke up in a mobile home
Her kidney sold in Tokyo

Jumping out the double wide
Running through the trailer park
Tearing off her duct tape
Wearing just a pair of socks
Terry-cloth undies that her parents bought
In hysterics when the sheriff stopped
Crying with her hair in knots
Smelling like Smirnoff
I think the drugs are wearing off

Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha)
Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha)
Can't keep my eye's closed (Woo-ha)
Sunny all the time (Ha, ha)
Put your hands where I can see 'em boy
Keep 'em up high
This place (this place) has gone (has gone, gone, gone) crazy

It don't matter, matter
Climb that ladder
Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da
Matter and matter, matter
Climbing that ladder
Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da

It don't matter, matter
Climb that ladder
Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da
Matter and matter, matter
Climbing that ladder
Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da

Woo-ha

Daddy's little president
Never found the evidence
Heaven sent lemon-scented
Medicine they fed us with

Said the speech
Read it off the teleprompter
Fly away
In an Army helicopter

Heavy metal concert
In the yellow Mazda
Jello shots and marijuana
Going off to war now
For a bunch of mobsters
Looking for Osama Bin La da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha)
Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha)
Can't keep my eye's closed (Woo-ha)
Sunny all the time (Ha, ha)
Put your hands where I can see 'em boy
Keep 'em up high
This place (this place) has gone (has gone, gone, gone) crazy