Lyrics courtesy of mdb6@cornell.edu (Mark Drew Benedetti)

Propeller tunes

Circus World

It's a storm
Understand me
They never will this
All we do we do for you
Shit gets old and demanding
It never fails to amaze me
When I see it all before me
If I were a freak who self-destructs
A ride for boys in monster trucks
The painted sluts training monkey men
I call to the door but they won't let me in
And the human fly gets smashed again
He mixes his blood with tonic and gin
And I choke on the sheep stuck in the company of wolves
As you raise up on your hind hooves
Daylight breaks
I see a face that used to cry
Where were you then
Somewhere off to yourself
There's too many people involved in the game


Some Drilling Implied

I dare not say
The way I feel
About your inability to
Suck it up and win the game
Chew me up and spit me out
It's been a long ugly winter
I need a sunbath
??Winning horse??
Of course I'm not complaining
I'm simply dying
Yes I'm waiting
Got a good love left
Good lord willing
Got a tractor to tow
The house on fantasy park
??The new corn belt??
In the new Bible belt
Take me to the pilot light
And sing me to sleep
You fantasy creep


On The Tundra

On the tundra
We went under
We're going under now
On the tundra
We went to vicious places
Of dark and punished faces
Couldn't shake it
Or outgrow it
??Swung hells?? get open now
Don't we know it
Cause with my second guessing
The subject for the testing

Chorus:  Look over our blunders
Our two-fisted wonders
The foxy wildest monster dial is
More peaceful than a human hammer
The great ??king tam?? transmissionaries
Evolving without (about) you
Dissolving without you
As you know
It's just too slow on the tundra

And then one day
Maybe today
We'll justify the joke
Make it our day
And blow the total savings
To satisfy our cravings

Chorus