Instrumental

Well,

The crow and the Jackal and the Jack Fish
The crow and the Jackal and the Jack Fish
The crow and the Jackal and the Jack Fish

Verse 1
Well
The sun comes up like stink off a dumpster
And Parkdale Wriggles like a leach
And somewhere on the corner of Hell’s half-acre
The morning comes and kicks me in the teeth

Well, I been bustin’ my ass for the Boss man
My back is bowed, I’m beat from toe to crown
I feel the long hard scull crackin’ blow to the knoggin
As the cold Steel Hammer Swings down

Bridge 1
And I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘but that god-damn dog
Tied by the neck in the back of next door
He eats from the garbage and he never leaves the year
And the shit just keep piling up higher and higher (German)
And the shit just keep piling up higher and higher

And the Crow and The Jackal and the Jack Fish
Are suited up to go another round
I’ll be up to my ticker in deadbeats
When the cold steel hammer swings down

Verse 2
They found the Jack fish rolled up like a ‘tater bug
With a Doc Martin Footprint on his face
Said there were lots broken bottles and a lot of busted bodies
And Blood all over the place! (man!)

And the Crow was dancing in the road kill
While the grift on the Jackal spun around
He’ll do a long hard stretch on a big piece of granite
And the shit just keep piling up higher and higher

Bridge 2
And I can’t stop thinking that theres got to be a hole
Somewhere in the bottom of the Parkdale Bowl
I twist and I squirm and I try to deke the squeeze
But that sieve keeps sucking the life out of me
That sieve keeps sucking the life out of me

I’m fightin’ like a tiger in a tar pit
And that suck-hole makes a terrible sound
And I’m fighting all the way, but I just keep sinking
As the cold steel hammer swings down.

Verse 3
Well, the Jack fish got a barrel full of sucker-bait,
And the jackal got a line to troll the street
And the Crow cried carry on with the carrion,
And smiled to show the flesh stuck in his teeth

Well, the bilge water whiskey and bath tub gin
Smells like dead smelts washed up on the beach
I trip up on the curb and fall flat on my face
And plant my kisser where I used to plant my feet

Bridge 3
And I can’t stop thinking ‘bout that piggy on a spit
Honey glazed and bar-be-qued and burnt to a crisp
They fill you up with gristle and grease for the pan
And then they bend you over and they give you the shaft

And as my lip swells up like a Roma Tomato
I keep tellin’ myself “Just keep shakin’ your head”
Cause the Crow and the Jackal and Jack fish
Won’t eating ‘till they’re sure that I’m dead

The crow and the Jackal and the Jack Fish etc

There’s a freight train on the Bad Lands That carries my baby to me: Thought the darkness of Wyoming, Just rockin my baby to sleep. Noe, there’s and ill wind blowin’ There’s a thunder rumblin’ down in the east. And there’s a King Snake coiled up In the arms of an old pine tree.

Well, the King Snake says to baby,
“Don’t you know that I’m a jealous man.
And I would never let you leave me
To wrangle alone in the sand.
You were never meant for roses
You were meant to know the wisdom of the fang.
Take these 30 silver kisses
And live with me in these Bad Lands.”

And then the King Snake purrs
As he slithers up close to her breast.
She feels a tug on her earlobe
And a tingle creeping round in her head.
He said, “you can make believe
That this is what the Fates intend.”
As 30 Silver kisses
Go sliding down the back of her neck.

Well, on the night of the King Snake
Time hangs in the seamy gloom.
I was hanging round the station
I was waiting on the 12:02.
Well, the brakeman finally told me,
“Don’t you know that you’ve been made a fool?
She love them 20 silver kisses
She don’t love you.”

Well do you know what it means To love a woman with the King Snake blues?
You can love her like no other man
And lift her up when no one else would.
Bang your head against the wall:
It really makes no difference what you do.
She loves them 30 silver kisses
She don’t love you.

She loves them 30 silver kisses
She don’t love you.
She love them 30 Silver kisses
She ain’t’ comin’ back to you.”

When they turn the lights out Faces in the shadow When they turn the latch in, Tapping at your window

Skinny up out of your bedroom
Shimmy up on the drainpipe
Stand tall in the rooftop
And let slip into the night

Would you surrender to despair?
Or go on as if you’re unawares?
Would you let ‘em tear apart you mind?
Or would you come running with our kind?

Tell me what would you do?
If I told you
That they lied to you,
And all the things they said
Just wasn’t true?
Tell me what would you do?

Swing Baby!

And they’ll hate you for what you are boy,
And they’ll say you outta be ashamed
They’ll lock you in the pantry
Till you learn how to behave

But days of ash and cider
are the good boys last reward
‘Cause once they got you where they want you
They don’t want you anymore!

And the cowboy with the coin slot eyes Comes on like cripple at the foot of Christ, And he’s begging me for one last Balentines He’s a coin-slot, a buckshot Gut rot forget-me-not He wants the Richenbach clock to stop and slowly unwind And spend the rest of his days In a misty whiskey haze In the minute before they call closing time

I been a fly on the wall, and I been a flash in the pan
I’ve been he cock of the walk and a flim-flam man
But for all I’ve seen, I just can’t understand
Why a fool won’t fold while a fool still can.

And an old mangy cat goes and draws out her claws
And stares down the babe at the end of the bar
Convinced that chick is moving in her time
She’s a bar-bell, a cock-tale a bomb-shell ne’er-d-well
And in the pell-mell nutshell that houses her mind
She’s going to make that bitch pay,
In some kinky slinky way
She’s gonna win her man back before they call Closing time

Because beer money buddies love to spend your dough
When the crunch comes down baby, you’ll find you drink alone
Attitudes and platitudes and affected sounds abound
You can call her a frees spirit, I call it getting jerked around

And with his hands on the bumper in a parlour in town
Some kid goes and puts his last dollar down
His knuckles go white, but he’s gotta let that bundle ride
He’s a chalk blue, a pool cue, a gum shoe billiard fool
He’s got a follow through that’s true blue but he’s still four games behind
He ducks and old fat and sweaty rolly-Polish land lady
He’s gotta win it all back before they call closing time

And I wish I could tell you, exactly how it feels
To finally leave this whole bunch behind
But nothing ever sounds all that profound
When the lights come up at closing time
What did I say? When the lights come up at closing time.
Who are those folks over there? Just some drunks I knew at closing time.

The sky has been cut open By the sleet and rain and wind. I slam into the dead end Of another 3a.m.

My head is slick with things unsaid
My tongue is slick with booze.
I stumble drunk into the night
Back to my little room.

My sock soaks up the slush in through
The crater on my shoe.
As my foot turns numb with cold
I find I think of you.

I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
The thorn in your side!

I don’t want love
I don’t want tenderness
I wanna be
The thorn in your side!

2.
When you lay your head down
In the deep of the night,
Do you feel a bristle
In the small of your spine?

Urgent clawing finders
Cannot reach it.
You pinch and scratch and pull
It just goes deeper.

Does the constant throbbing
Grate your bleak and sorry soul?
Would you bead a stranger
Just so’s not to be alone?

I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
The thorn in your side!

I don’t joy
I don’t want merriment
I wanna be
The thorn in your side!

3.
Is there someone in your dreams
That will not let you sleep?
Is your nightmare faceless dear,
Or does it look like me?
How much does it hurt?
I wanna know!
Tell me I’m the barb that sticks you
Right down to the bone!
Tell me you can’t take much more
Of pincers to your flesh.
Tell me you can’t sleep at night,
So I can fin’ly rest!

I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
The thorn in your side

I am compelled
By one desire:
I wanna be
The thorn in your side!

There’s a boardwalk on the lakeshore, Back in my hometown. It’s a place where couples meet to watch he sun go down.

And there’s a boy on the boardwalk,
Pining all alone.
I asked him what was on his mind,
He answered sad and low.

I’m in love with the girl:
The Girl in the pink Canoe
Who lives up in the bush-lands
On the shores of the old Yazoo!

She shine’s like a rose,
With her petals all cover in dew.
She’s the only one for me,
The girl in the Pink Canoe.

Far from home and all alone,
As the white capped waves rode high!
Lost at sea she sprung a leak,
On a diddle diddle dark and stormy night!

She stroked and stroked in her little pink boat,
But it was to no avail!
She tossed and turned and chugged and churned,
And let go a mournful wail!!!

Won’t some one please come rescue me
And boards my boat and sail me home?

I called out to the Girl,
The girl in the pink canoe:
“If you would let me, I would gladly
Come to rescue you.

I’ve got and oar and I’ll row you back to shore.
And on that shore I’ll kiss the girl,
The Girl in the Pink canoe.
And on that shore I’ll kiss the girl,
The Girl in the Pink canoe.
And on that shore I’ll kiss the girl,
The Girl in the Pink canoe.

I’ve a picture of the miracle of Fatima sitting on my mantle place Your see the virgin there and she looks so serene She got a sacred heart that glows in the dark on my mantle place And when you turn out the lights, her eyes are phosphorescent green

Oh, Sweet mother of God, please carry my prayers to Jesus
For my sins are legion and I’ve only my self to blame
Please do your best to grant my request of forgiveness
Even though in my heart, it is true that I am unashamed

Oh, Seraphim, Cherubim! Extra Terrestrial
Eucharist Biscuits and Chamomile Tea
Eye of the pyramid, Great seal of Solomon
Keep me and save me from mine enemies

What a horrible fate that I should be born in a world such as this
In a world without prophets, in a world where I suffer disdain
Purse-proud and callow, they scheme in the shadows
All about me I hear them. Spewing brimstone and bane!

But a rabbits foot talisman pinned to my shirt sleeve keeps evil away
And a Salvation Army store oracle keeps me from harm
Under my bed is the Masonic Fez that keeps Satan at bey
As turn out the light, am filled with it’s power!

Garlic and scallions, Druidic medallions,
Wolf band and hem-lock and fish-heads and cheese
Peat moss and cat shit, cradles and caskets
Keep me and save me from my enemies

And I can sleep for fear of the dreaming
Slick in the sheets, I wake up screaming

Tell that old gypsy woman There on the corner to leave me alone
For I know that she covets my power in matter divine
She bid me come bed her but I must resist her, lest I be undone
For she would rob me of manhood, and all of my virile inclines

But a picture of Dame Fortune riding a half-shell is etched in my flesh
Shrewdly place billiard balls service in concealing her charms
And in the crown of my hat is a mustachioed Jack from an old euchre deck
And a wallet sized picture of Shiva keeps me from harm

But I’ve seen the signs that mark the end times
And the dark days of ravage and spite
The vile crimes committed, both brutal and brilliant
For God and for country and love unrequit’d

Don’t speak to me of love. On your lips that word sounds like a poison. A fixed up spike of poppy blossoms. Intent to take you high Then bring crashing down so hard, you thought you died.

Don’t speak to me of love.
On your lips that word sounds like a sickness
In which the hopelessly afflicted
Stumble aimless through their lives
So that you kind can feast on hearts like mine.

Why must we speak of love?
Always speak of love?

I know a place where the grill smells like onions
And charcoal and liver and eggs.
And the coffees’ not good but the second cup free
And the waitresses call you by name.
And you can sit at the counter and no one asks questions
And you never have to explain
And nobody knows about little dark secrets
And you can start living again.

And no one speaks of love,
Pain and anger wounded pride or madness.
No one ever speaks of love.
They lounge in languid light and sip on bitter coffee dregs
And sadness.

Instrumental

On a day like this in the Market quarter And alleys lines in patchwork posted bills And coats of paint like petals peal And colors glow from within themselves

Serengeti pink and Prussian blue
Rembrant reds and amber honey golds
And Garden greens and deadly sharkskin grays
As the mob thickens, the mystery unfolds.

(Chorus:)
And I take to shade, and I play the shadows
And I watch my back and I play it cool.
And I stand on guard and I stop to wonder
And one day withers and a new one blooms.

And on a day like this in the grid-lock traffic
In the grinding gears and the razor wires
And a thousand faces and the island music
The charge electric, in the air and sky

And fresh killed flesh, and rhinestone studded ironies
Are crucified on every porch and post.
And vestal whores on second story balconies
Cuttlefish and diesel go dancing up your nose

(Chorus)

And the city steams and rides a steelyard fulcrum
It teeters and sways in the sundown light.
I hold my breath and I hang in the balance
Of a city that reels b’tween despair and delight.

And I am not your judge, I am not your Champion
I won’t straight the road for some new messiah.
I am a boulevard dog in the concrete corridor
I am compelled by a mystery, I am the Blue Pariah.

(Chorus 2x)

Well, the rain stops it’s pouring; Tips its’ hat to another day. Steam rolls off the sidewalk And the rats come out to play. ‘Neath the silent night florescent light Of a closed-up corner store. There’s a rat who sings and ode. To a heart that’s gone before.

He sings a lovesick lullaby
Soaked in Detroit blues and 12-year-old rye
He sings a love sick lullaby
Smudged with nicotine stains and little white lies
And an absent-minded smile
And stiletto heels and seams up her thighs
And one last kiss good night
The nape of her neck and Chanel number 5

And as I walk through the glow of every lamp-post light,
I stop to wonder where you are tonight.
I sift though my pockets and I dig out my cigarettes
I spark up my last DuMaurier
Watch the match flare up and then fade away;
The smoke in my lungs like the cloud of my own regrets.

And still I sing a lovesick lullaby
Chock full of good intentions and cheap alibis
He sings a lovesick lullaby
About how good it feels to take her inside
And a soft and throaty sigh
As you kick off your wing-tips and melt into her eyes
And one last kiss good-night
you can say what you want, just please don’t say good-bye

I been holding this wall up for a day or so When I know I should have made tracks a long time ago, But just like a chump, I stick around here, anyway. And I keep tellin’ myself this time we’re through And I ain’t gonna take of this here trash from you, And then I hear you voice and I forget what I was gonna say.

Instead I sing a lovesick lullaby
Oh, hush now baby, now don’t you cry,
I sing a lovesick lullaby
You’ll fall asleep, by and by and by.
You’ll toss and turn all night,
But you won’t forget her face no matter how hard you try
You might as well just give up the fight
Resign yourself to a lovesick lullaby