Kasparov's Revenge

So this…
This thing
This thing I hear's goin' down
You know it–
It ain't about punk
And it ain't about "the scene"
And you stupid f*cking nerds…
You're sitting…
Sitting indoors, man
I'm out. On. The street. Dig it?
And I'm out here on the street where it goes down
Not indoors
In the record stores
I'm begging ya to go down here
Dig it?
Check it out:
It's a scene
The scene that never was
And it never will be
You never was
You never will be
I am here where it is real
So get wise
F*cker!

Check it out…

Warming Up the Brain Farm

Dear God,
The patient's best intentions
Have sadly faltered
Despite his newly-installed varnished brain
And being force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor,
He is determined to obtain the new chrome spiders trophy
He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats
Quite frankly, I'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate my headspace
He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second
As the clock spits-clicks
Time speeds by in the form of a neon snake
Massive delusions?
Very probably
I fear for my safety
He is as weak as his fellow man
I am now surrounded by hypocrites
Liars, drunks, clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate
I insist we barter with the moon
To sell the patients cohesive lyrical maps
In exchange for a vision of the future
Stricken with grief
I have no choice, but to turn to lethal toxins
Hardcore punk-paste…

Allstars takin' over…

I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yay-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yay-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e-yay-e-yeah!
I keep forgettin'
Hey-e…

Stick 'em up motherf*cker
We've come for what's ours

…

Nothin' seems that weird anymore…

Superstar Intro

This time next year I'm gonna be a great big f*ckin' star
But I'm not gonna have that "star head"
Superstar, but cool all-around guy
You know what I'm sayin'?
Is–
I'm still around the way, though
You know what I mean?
I'm cool
Superstar and all that
You know what I'm sayin'? A great big motherf*ckin' star
But you can still come up to me like,
"What's up? You remember me from around the way, right?
Well let's hook up and sh*t"
I'm still cool
Big s– f*ckin' star

Comrade Lovers

(The following is the Mellotron On! version of this track. It was released as "Motor of Joy" on White Hot Peach with truncated lyrics. Green highlights denote additional lyrics.)

On March 10, 1956 at 10 o'clock at night
This almost incredible idea came to me...

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Then we just have to have a sample of "Am I really a spaceman?"

Comrade lovers say
Do not be afraid

Comrade lovers say
Everything's okay

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Everyone has plans
Plans to be the spaceman

I don't give a damn
'Cause I am the spaceman

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Make love joyously and without fear

Am I really a spaceman?

Do not turn off this pulsating motor of joy

Do not turn off this pulsating motor of joy

Oh, wow! That…
That kind of thing, you know, you don't…
You don't do that!

Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Let your hips roll and your mouth water
Feel free to tremble and cry…

Am I really a spaceman?

Let the current stream sweetly through your muscles
Let the current flow sweetly up your spine
Make love joyously and without fear

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Am I really a spaceman?

Composed by Tim Lauterio / Luke McAuliffe / Chris O'Connor / Jeff Sparks

Featuring elements from the film WR: Mysteries of the Organism

Transcribed by J. Son