Square Two - Intellectual

(Song 1)

The man with the hair would talk real loud

He made feel proud for not being afraid

He helped me get over my fear of the dark

And of the unknown in the year of the shark

We'd meet in secret at the ends of the weeks

And we were friends of the freaks and the misunderstood

We'd listen to jazz, or go for a drive

And i'm just glad we both were alive

And everyone knew that the giant was john

And no one had heard him once say a bad word

Some say he's perverted, or maybe a manchild

Just 'cause his imagination ran wild

And what's wrong with that, in a world gone-a-fishing?

You want to run away from a man on a mission

Wow bob, wow wake up and smell the coffee

Enjoy the scenery and the sounds of machinery

Me and the man with the hair would compare notes

We both wear boots and drink rootbeer floats

We told jokes with old folks and lit things on fire

And we all fall down in a small small town

But now it's dark, and we follow the weird words of murmuring

Burglars and murderers further than our father figures

The nasty, ghastly, devious, and blasphemous

Provides a more lasting fascination for us both

(Song 2 - "Stupid", appeared on the album "Boy-Girl Fight")

Swimming upstream

Young men and women are fiending for

Immediate intimacy with no limitiations

Alas, the skirts don't hide the shadows

Cast by the bare ass on the dancefloor

Sexual warfare waits in the staircase

And therefore most of them probably

Shouldn't even really be there in the first place

Unarmed soldiers of lust rub shoulders

With those older and more immature than them

It's disgusting, yet intruiging to see

Overachieving greasers unleashing themselves

Upon the female species

Especially when the weather gets warmer and then

The whole entire wardrobe is normally informal

For your information, the hats are worn backwards

And so are the morals when the girls wear overalls

It's a sensitive issue involving insecurity

Maturity levels, and lots of toilet tissue 'cause...

The girls are desperate

But the boys are even hornier

The rose smells sweet

But the stem is even thornier

It's a match made in purgatory

What more do you want to know?

The girls get goosebumps and nipples to notice but

No one knows how to communicate it's useless when

Lies are told with closed eyes and

Everybody tries to disguise their own flaws when the guys go

"we need females and we read details."

It's card tricks and hard dicks

And a beat that goes like "uh uh uh yeah, uh huh uh uh yeah."

The neat part of the meat market apart from the

Darkness and lots of narcotics to me is the hard rocks

No one needs to be told twice, there's plenty of cold ice

Just tight pants and old spice who take shots and roll dice

The carpets are crumby with puke coming out of them

It's putrid and stupid

Why don't you make a contribution

To the plan-gathering, as a matter fact, word

What do you say, this thursday?

The girls are desperate

But the boys are even hornier

The rose smells sweet

But the stem is even thornier

It's a match made in purgatory

What more do you want to know?

It smells like everything inside of the hideout

But i doubt anyone really wants to know why

Oh my, goodness gracious, the place is basically bulging

With people indulging in, all kinds of fabric

It's a magical buffet of pheromones and flesh

That defies all logic

It's just like dodgeball, but instead of a ball

The contestants throw around the head of a doll

And i don't know what it means

But it makes it worth the cost alone

Even with the overflowing load of testosterone

The sexual appetites are salty, it's a circus

The circuits are faulty, and everybody's uptight

With sweat stains and jet planes and hot rod love songs

Blistering kisses for every mister and misses

In the same of time it takes for you to make a sandwich, love

You can probably find someone for you to take advantage of

'Cause the girls are desperate

But the boys are even hornier

The rose smells sweet

But the stem is even thornier

It's a match made in purgatory

What more do you want to know?

(Song 3)

My long lost best friend was born to be wild

When i was a kid, i conformed to his style

B-boy deluxe from yankees to canucks

With connects and contacts, and always came correct

Exact him, except he was easily distracted by sleaziness

Even when we should've been practicing

Because back when we had peach fuzz

He was freaking out each weekend

And speaking of waiting for the end of the world

He befriended a girl with a heart made of glass

And was afraid to ask if he was

Falling in love, falling asleep, falling apart, or all the above

He was a flame, and she was his weakness

Kissing his cheeks and playing with his paychecks

At breakneck speed he was heading for a dead end

Pretending he was healthy and defending himself

He would always exaggerate and use his imagination

Waiting for someone to say "congradulations,"

But i wasn't exactly happy for him, actually

After turning his back to me gradually

I call it a tragedy, watching him disappear

This year it's crystal clear, listen here...

Stop this crazy thing, you're all dressed up