Albatross by Mary and Robert Feuer
You want me but you don't want an albatross
Well I can't tell one from another
A ring around your finger or a ring around your collar
It's all the same to me
Domestic life is ringed with rocks
To practice climbing mountains on
Boulders the good Lord dropped on us
To build a monument to the sun
Either way they're hemming me in
I'm a cleaver, baby
I will cleave unto you
So sayeth the Home Journal
What hath love brought me to?
Domestic life is chopping and clinging
That's what it's all about
Two different meanings for the same little word
And it's all the same to me
It's all the same to me
HISTORY BOOK by Mary and Robert Feuer
Every time some kid puffs up his cheeks
And makes that oink oink piggy wiggy sound at you
That's in the history book
Every time that they pull your hair
Or ask you what size dress you wear
That's in the history book
It's no wonder that an order of fries becomes better than a fuck
It may not seem that way to you
But when he feasts his eyes on these thunder thighs
He'll run away
And I need something inside of me,
Something to put in the history book
Drop a penny in a well
A wish is not a wish until the splash is history
History book
A drop kick into the well of fate
May be one penny too late
For the history book
It's no wonder if the prom don't get you
The pizza will
One way of another, I will be fulfilled
By these guys or by an order of fries, I don't know
And I need something inside of me,
Something to put in the history book
WILD OATS by Mary and Robert Feuer
Here I am walking alone
Walking down Boylston Street
To the clinic
Me and my baby
My tiny my tummyful my baby baby
With my tummyful I'm walking alone
I shouldn't have done it with you
I should've picked anyone but you
It's not so much coming here alone
As coming here without you
You reap what you sow
And some seed has been sown here
This is more than wild oats you know
And where are where are where are you
Who have also sown this field
I shouldn't have done it with you
I should have picked anyone but you
It's not so much coming here alone
As coming here without you
Ain't nothing alive in me
It's not there
I'm dead from the womb down
Don't touch me now, don't try to hold my hand now
It's much too late, I don't know anymore what I might do
El baño by Robert Feuer and Mary Feuer
Man sleeps in a bathroom stall
He is woken by man needing to take a shit in that bathroom stall
Love is hard when touched by the sad, oh no
Oh Lord, help me, I’m falling into that again
Don’t know what to do, don’t know what to do
Chorus:
Take me away I need a place to run and hide
I want to hide
Take me away I need a place to run and hide
I want to hide
Take a man from a rock to a hard place
And let him stay for a while, oh no
Took that man from a hard place
And put him on a merry-go-round
And I sent him spinning round and round
And round round and round round and round…
Till he threw up in disgust
Hey, a man see that girl see her smile, and in the
Morning, you will be whole again
You will be whole again
Chorus:
Take me away, I need a place to run and hide
I want to hide
Take me away, I need a place to run and hide
I want to hide
Clarity by Robert Feuer and Mary Feuer
I haven’t often seen it
I haven’t often felt it
Freedom is when your mother calls up
And asks you why you're so fucked up
And you reply, huh
Then you proceed to hang up on mom
Chorus:
Freedom is to tie your shoelace when you want to
Take a shower on an irregular basis
I don’t know if I want to
Sometimes I feel like Vinny Barbarino
I’m so confused
Free from my keepers
Free to speak my mind
But something's lacking
What, what
Chorus:
Freedom to make decisions when I want to
And to exercise my freedoms
I don’t know if I want to
Freedom is clarity
Something I haven’t often seen
Just dreamed about
Mr. President by Robert Feuer
Well, is it still ok to say fuck you
Mr. President
I noticed my civil rights have
gone down the drain
Well, if we let this Texas oil man
get his way
They’ll soon be shooting computer
chips into our veins
Well, is it still ok to say fuck you
Mr. President
Globalization and tyranny
are all the same
Well, if we let this Texas billionaire
get his way
They’ll make human sacrifice
an investor’s gain
Well, is it still ok to say fuck you
Mr. President
I noticed my civil rights have
gone down the drain
Mind Your Manners by Robert Feuer
He was all kinda dressed up
It was their first date
He felt all kinda awkward and shy
He worked so hard to get laid
She said now mind your manners
Now what you do
He placed her soft exterior
On his naugahyde
He walks from his car
He looks for his date
Furious lashes have gazed upon
A gender mistake
She said now mind your manners
Now what you do
Opening car doors she expects to
Save the life of chivalry
The waiter serves the beverage menu
He buys the cheap champagne
He toasts to beginnings
She thinks the guys and ape
She said now mind your manners
Now what you do
I fancy a diamond ring
That is better than you
All that work for a pinga party
Is it worth the wait
He sees the evening ending
With a roll in the hay
At the cinema he is asked to do his manly duty
Popcorn diet coke for my lady
On the line he has second thoughts
He walked away all shady
He said now with all this work
I’d rather masturbate
She’ll always keep her virtues
Below her waist
That’s it