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song o' the week

Crack Pipe Blues

Mike Nelson

10-14-00

Stanza 1

Today’s not just another party day.

I’m lookin’ for the man I gotta pay.

Borrow money, steal money, break another lock,

just to get to heaven with a vial of rock.

Chinatown has what my brain really needs,

Yimyon, white ghost, and all the dirty deeds.

Top gun, stones, and square time Bob,

I have to have it, who am I gonna rob?

Got my junkie kit, glass pipe and screen.

 Hand me your snite or my mind’s gonna scream!

Don’t need no zoomer, it has to be real.

If you’re wearing black tennis shoes, it’s no deal.

Me and Uncle Fester have a date tonight.

Don’t steal my freebase or you’ll have a fight!

She called me a tweaker, I thought I was made,

just cuz I found a rock right after the raid.

Goin’ to my prison, my little dark room,

to smoke me up some wave, those white rocks of doom.

My space ship broke again with all that heat.

As strong as I am, that slab has me beat.

My chick’s on the street, hookin’ for snow,

and I’m runnin’ the white ball with nowhere to go.

The kid is all shaky and may look sick to you.

Nothin’ but a crack baby, she’s hooked on it, too!

Chorus

I got the crack pipe blues.

The more I smoke, the more I lose.

Dry mouth, bad breath, and a runny nose.

No sleep for days, that’s how the story goes.









“Casket Queen”

Stanza 1

You’re naked and cold and covered with mold.

I’m in the mood for food but your hole is glued.

I cried when you died, but I went for a ride.

I couldn’t resist you, my beautiful new bride.

A tisket, a tasket, you have a pretty casket.

I’ve got some more Vaseline in my wicker basket.

I’m stiff, you’re stiff, let’s get down and cuddle.

After I’m through won’t you lay in the puddle?

Stanza 2

I kiss you on your frozen lips,

and tweak you on your frigid nips.

You look so beautiful on that granite slab.

Our little love nest, this private lab.

Your lifeless body, asleep forever.

All dressed up in my favorite leather.

My lovely corpse, so cool and icy.

How will you taste, rotten but spicy?

I’m knockin’ on your coffin, will you let me in?

Making love to the dead is not a real sin.

I bought a small plot to watch you rot.

Can I help bury you next to the garden lot?

Chorus

She’s my casket queen.

You know what I mean.

I climb into her velvet box,

and she never walks or talks.

She’s my casket queen.

You know what I mean.

When I plant my seed inside,

it mixes with formaldehyde.

(Repeat chorus after 2^nd stanza)

10-11-2000
MRN