the little mechanical man
has finally run down
he sits slumped in the chair
head hanging feet splayed
broken and dented
the little mechanical man is no more
for so many years he just keep leaping up and goin
but no more
for so long he retained the bounce back
from every pointless throw at the wall punch
every dark road with no end
every lie that some hand at the end of the road
to grasp
but toys break eventually if you don't take good care
didn't momma tell you that
now look
poor little mechanical man
is broken
wont wind up and run anymore
i cant get up and run anymore
so you can quit playing with me god
and put me with the rest of
the broken toys
waiting to go to the trash

When Death comes to claim me as his latest victim
When he comes to take me by the hand
I just pray it won't be while I'm sleeping
He needs to come and face me like a man

Maybe while I'm standing on the train tracks
Or on the beach staring down a tidal wave
On a plane that's going down two miles up above the ground
Giving me time to review the decisions I have made

Not saying I'm looking forward to his coming
And I certainly would cheat him if I could
Don't get the notion in your head I'm looking forward to my death
I want to make that perfectly understood

I still prefer to go out in a blaze of glory
Perhaps a fiery crash out on the interstate
Where it is that I can see Death as he comes for me
Don't want to be surprised by this blind date

So when Death comes to claim me as his latest victim
When he comes around to take me to the dance
I just pray it won't be while I'm sleeping
He needs to come and face me like a man

I'd like to try and make a prediction
Though I have no crystal ball
No Tarot cards to read off of
No fly upon the wall

No tea leaves to read in my cup
I wouldn't dare touch a Ouija board
No chance at the daily double
When a single one I can't afford

Never been much on the weather
A day of rain or of pure sun
And I'm not much into holding palms
Let alone in reading one

But what it is I'd like to predict
As far as I can see
Is to always have you by my side
Madly in love with me

With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again

I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind

Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five

Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that your still alive

Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little ****** and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.

Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me

Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor

In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for

I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd

With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which  quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle

With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later

At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor

When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line

So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time

Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend

Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...

She came in through the bathroom window
Because it was something that Paul once said
She changed her name to Lucy, in search of diamonds
But the night sky was way above her head

There is something in the way she moves
Here, There, and Everywhere
She said, She said, Hello Goodbye too many times
On the day I saw her standing there

She's so Beatlesque in the way that she acts
I've got a feeling a day in the life
Of this very extraordinary woman
Would be quite the ticket to ride

I have so often told this woman
Please don't let me down
She says right back to me ever so sweetly
We can work it out

She has the answers to all of life's problems
All you need is love
I ask for an explanation
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da

She's so Beatlesque in the way that she acts
I've got a feeling a day in the life
Of this very extraordinary woman
Would be quite the ticket to ride

It's so ironic
how I look at you
hoping for you to look back at me.

but when our eyes meet
I look away
because I don't want you to
see how much I need you.

n.e