The Whiskey Rebellion

From crack to whiskey and from whiskey to crack
From the poor shall everything be
Taken, even the little that they have
From crack to whiskey and from whiskey to crack

Blue Days in Paris

We were living in Paris like a regular 19th Century couple.
I'm a brat with a tuba and you're my
phantasmal masseuse!

Blue days in Paris!

Brutal runts and homuncular runes on the Champs-Élysées!
Cellophane opalescence of the cigarette-cafés and the
sauce-pan sarcasm of American super-moms!

I'm your euphonic copycat!
You're my astral recluse!

Bop-nabobs in the Metro and bombs in the suburbs!
Monumental ennui and the blood of unicorns!

Blue days in Paris!