SHE DON’T WANT TO (SHE DON’T CARE) She don’t want to That ain’t true She
don’t know what she wants to do Watch her change her mind and say I liked
you from the very first day Baby I can read your mind Yeah you’re lonely and
you’re blind And in me I think you’ll find Bad friends, good times She don’t
want to That ain’t true She knows exactly what she wants to do Watch her
change her mind and say I loved you from the very first day She don’t want
to She don't care She don’t want to She don’t care Nowhere we ain’t going
nowhere Nowhere she ain’t going nowhere Nowhere we ain’t going nowhere She
gonna’ meet me there She don’t want to She don’t care She don’t want to Man,
she don’t care She knows exactly Knows exactly Knows exactly what she wants
to do

LIL' DANNY Danny was a go-go dancer Driven and St. Louis bound Wanna make a
buck Trying to change his luck He’s dancing till the sun goes down Been
grindin’ at the Electric Banana Being every sailor’s dream Jesus would have
frowned if he was around To see the fellas shout and scream Shake little
Danny Grind little Danny Twist little Danny Three minutes to the Doobie
Brothers No dancing to the Y.M.C.A With a cowboy hat and a g-string back You
know he gonna make pay day Chorus

TROUBLE She rode the cough felt in the air Smelled the cops before they
cared Knew the time before wasn’t fair She’s the she you’ll always be Hey
trouble I hear you call my name Hey trouble I’m coming down again One black
cloud catching all those lights One bright fire hiding in the night One real
devil blowing thru the air Take my hand and run Why you sing that song to me
Hold my arm and walk for me Take my blood when it ain’t time to bleed
Christine haven’t I been good to you? And always done just what you asked me
to I know you’re busy And you’ve got a lot of friends Help me I’m coming
down again I’ll do anything for you Just tell me what you want me to I’ll do
anything it’s true Just answer me when I call you Hey trouble I hear you
call my name It’s feeding time again I hear you call my name I’m coming down
again

BOBBY WAYNE Well Jimmy got stuck with Bobby’s flick knife Didn’t leave the
house looking for that fight Just stepped outside gonna’ get some air Out in
the night Bobby met him there Surprise surprise Waiting in the dark Bobby
Wayne don’t give a fuck Surprise surprise Your number’s up Bobby Wayne don’t
give a fuck Don’t give a fuck Don’t give a fuck Don’t give a fuck Bobby
Wayne don’t care Now Jimmy ain’t the first to meet that knife Won’t be the
last to lose his life Now mouths will run and blood will spill And Bobby
will return to kill Chorus You can run but you can’t hide Don’t lock the
door He might be inside Chorus A day like any other A mother and no father
without warning On that fine morning, Your locust came in my field, I tried
to phone you Wasn’t there, captured by a machine, showed up but no you
Wasn’t there, swallowed whole by the thing, oh what the what Could it be?
Manimal or machine, glowed in the daylight Came from the test site, like
locust hitting a field

TONIGHT THE BOTTLE LET ME DOWN* WRITTEN BY MERLE HAGGARD, PUBLISHED BY
SONY/ATV TREE PUBLISHING (BMI)

ROTTEN ME I got a part of me That don’t feel right Look in the mirror It
wants to bite Just laughing at me And poking fun It don’t let me love anyone
Rotten me hatin’ you, That’s what I do Rotten me, Hatin’ you Chorus Rotten
me Rotten me Rotten me Just hatin’ you Hatin’ you Hatin’ you That’s what I
do Don’t want to wake up Don’t need to move Can’t seem to like me So what I
do I’ll pop a pill, I’ll blank him out Rotten me, He can’t get out Should I
like, Should I hate What the hell, It’s far too late Rotten me, Hatin’ you

HIGHWAY 86 (INSTRUMENTAL)

RADIO ROMANTICA Testing testing 1, 2, 3 The holiday is over God bless the
Salton Sea Switch the flags out we’re moving in It ain’t no secret and we
ain’t no friends Fuck ‘em Fuck ‘em 1, 2, 3 K-i-l-l-i-n-g Fuck ‘em Fuck ‘em
4, 5, 6 In the name of sex and violence Sex and violence No May day, May day
Without warning Breaking into we’re breaking in Sinking things oh what a
night That sinking feeling always feels just right Chorus Radio Romantica
Play a song for me 88 white roses dancing on the sea Welcome to my sacred
spot Welcome to the place God forgot

SAD GIRL Flowers wilting in the boxyard And on and on she wept 13 ft. and
rising Sad girls eyes spent Sleepless nights remembering To dreams to find a
friend Tattoo and anniversary one you can’t forget Haunted by the memory
death has no respect Still you wonder why it happens You feel a saddening
absence And all your questions stay unanswered So you’ve been left with this
A calendar still crawling Seasons stacked and spent Sleepless nights
remembering To dreams to find your friend Tattoo an anniversary One you
can’t forget Haunted by the memory Death has no respect

SO. 5TH STREET (COUNTRY IN O.G.) Sounds are turning up up up Shitty
McDonald’s is opening up Store fronts gonna open up their eyes Plenty of
ants gonna hit that hill Marcy Ave. I’ll get my fill Wake up closer to the
day I die Let’s just call it a holiday I don’t wanna work today Sure there’s
lots of stuff to do I don’t feel bad How ‘bout you? Hey street sweeper
you’re a drag Can’t you see I’m sleeping in this van You’re always out
before the sun comes up Manhattan’s over there somewhere To be quite honest
I don’t care Brooklyn she’s got everything I need Chorus

SEX WAR As nations fall they ain’t so tall Towers answer secret calls y’all
Commercial breaks and Texas steaks As bloodlines set the stage Thru fear and
hate Sex, Wars, and Dinosaurs Show us how to feel and think Paint me a
picture of a golden kitchen sink Beg, steal, borrow, blood, sweat, tears
Then you add on the lies Add on the years Sex, Wars, and Dinosaurs Zombies

THE PROMISE Time’s lost and the present can’t be found I know every bathroom
in this town Save your blues for the last stop underground Greyhound don’t
want me hanging around The only promise I will make to you Before the tears
bleed from your heartbreak Chorus Ain’t down on love Ain’t up on hate The
cross I bear is bad luck Don’t hate to love Don’t love to hate Ain’t down on
much but luck Don’t remind me, I don’t wanna know Sounds like work and I
don’t wanna go I’m responsible to feeling good immediately Don’t wanna be
hassled with ya counting on me Chorus You can count on me to let you down
You can count on me to let you down down down

CHILDREN OF THE SECRET STATE** Children cry of hunger Children die of hunger
Children of the secret state Lost and lonely God don’t know many Children of
the secret state Children of the secret Children of the secret Children of
the secret state