The Continuing Misadventures Of Generation X Superhero, Slackerman Lyrics By Diesel Boy

from the bowery to brighton you've all heard my call i've got two pierced nipples and a ring through my balls my name is slackerman, superhero for the masses i'm trying to rid society from the rich upper classes i've got sideburns like elvis and a shaggy goatee i was born in 73 most superhero's fly high, but me, i'd rather skate both parents are lawyers, divorced when i was eight my wallets got a chain and superpowers to boot i'll lasso you like a cowboy then i'll die your hair blue i'm studying psych at the local jc cuz i don't really know what to be my partner in slackdom is a chick named danielle i met her at the drive thru of a taco bell she drives her mom's green volvo, bag of tricks on her back she wears her hair short, wears her doc martens black with her maybelline lips and her catholic school skirt she'll leave the bankers with nothing but dirt its a thankless job being a hero and all but i've gotta do it or genx will fall yuppies and boomers get outta my way cuz i'm taking over and i start today i am twenty-something hero of the world and i am here for your mocha

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Lyrics By Diesel Boy

yeah, yeah, yeah the hood of your car and the florida skyline you told me your secrets with your head pressed to mine we lay close together like ivy entwined you are all of my songs and the sun as it shines so much beauty and style what a beautiful smile like the perfect picasso both color and grace i call my machine to hear your voice one more time and my stomach gets weak as your voice comes through the line the air is quiet, calm, and still just as it always and forever will and my radio plays the same old song and it makes me forget that you are gone

From The Used Bin Lyrics By Diesel Boy

I once snorted cocaine
Off of Gwen Stefani's ass
I used to ride around in limousines
And flash my backstage pass
I hung out at the Viper Room
With Manson and Dave Grohl
I took X with Billy Corgan
Partied down with Courtney's Hole
Did yoga with Madonna, smoked blunts with ODB
I rescued some Tibetans with the Boys Beastie
Is this thing on?
Hey hey check check
I once opened up for Beck
And everyone from sea to shining sea
Knew my face when I got on MTV
I used to pose for paparazzo
With Alanis on my arm
I seduced this gorgeous model chick
With my fame and not my charm
I headlined last years Lilith Fair
Just me and my brassiere
Sang songs for sweaty college girls
Spin's artist of the year
I even wrote a song with that guy from the Fugees
Got doper rhymes than Master P
I went cruising with Dr. Dre
He tried to kiss me- thought I was gay
And everyone from Detroit to Yellowstone
Knew my face from the cover of Rolling Stone
I never thought it would end like this
People act like I don't exist
I went from A-list to blacklist
Just another casualty
Another answer on Jeopardy!

Pocket Full Of Stars Lyrics By Diesel Boy

put me in a rocketship and send me straight to mars i'll bring you back a pocket full of stars shoot me thru the ozone layer somewhere off the charts the world is theirs but the rest of it is ours dream with me the trip is always free take my hand and leave this world for awhile hop aboard my astral plane it should be quite a ride we'll buzz the eiffel tower and the english countryside into the sun I'll dip my wing and fly back four hundred years to give to you a sonnet penned by shakespeare dream with me the trip is always free take my hand and leave this world for awhile

Big Sparkling New Lyrics By Diesel Boy

here i am all alone again with the tv glow and the sound of the trains rumbling and after pushing the smoke from my lungs the late night applause derails the thoughts from my head i'm cold calloused yet frail dangling like thread from the head of a nail this is me after everything's through this is me beginning to unscrew over and over again this is me big sparkling new if i could i'd clear the screen to black it glares ruthlessly and all i can do is stare back i'm broken can someone please fetch the tape wind it 'round my neck to keep my head anchored in place i'm cold calloused yet frail dangling like thread from the head of a nail this is me after everything's thru this is me beginning to unscrew over and over again this is me big sparkling new

Chin Music Lyrics By Diesel Boy

A soldier boy and his violin
Uneasy wartime ballet
Omaha Beach
Normandy on D-Day
As his fellow man lay dying
And crimson tide colored the shore
Sons cried for their mothers
Bitter pill of war
He strikes the strings
His heart is on parade
Knows one day he'll be gone
But his melody will stay
A teenage boy in his attic
Finds a case tattered and torn
His father's violin
Companion through the war
He dusts off the fiddle
And raises up to his chin
What the old leave behind
And what the young begin

Boxers Or Brief Lyrics By Diesel Boy

this song is short so your attention won't be required long its just a couple of major chords and a c minor its more than halfway thru only six or seven bars remain here comes that minor chord i promised you would come along i gotta run but here comes another song

Dear John Lyrics By Diesel Boy

Dear John,
The Dakota's looking beautiful today
Azure blue and lonesome gray
And a view of Central Park
Mr. Salinger's
Masterpiece of anarchy
A photo from the land of Oz
And a Playboy magazine
Like a fire that spares no one
Or a smile from a girl
A .38 and a marking pen
Some hollowpoints and your copy of Double Fantasy
December 8th, it was a lonely day
A bad idea and your copy of Double Fantasy
Dear John,
I walked in Central Park today
But all the ducks had flown away
Where did all the time go?

All About The Abes Lyrics By Diesel Boy

Born in the Hills Beverly in '63
Only son of a rich mom and dad
But dad was a jerk and mom did not work, it drove him mad
When mom and dad died, late last July
He got the house and the plane
And now he just laughs and smokes his coke all day
From New York to Tokyo
Its all about the dough
Its the coin, its the cash, its the currency stash
Its the money that keeps us goin'
The streets of Brooklyn are riddled with crooks and
Dope dealers who don't give a fuck
Its all about hustling and scheming and making a buck
They rule the block with one hand on their Gloch
Its the ghetto that keeps 'em in
But they don't have a chance, its the same circumstance in the end
He passes the years from atop his John Deere
Surveying the fields from above
Its not much to some, but he's happy to do what he loves
Its been apples and pears, and a hundred state fairs
Nothing more than a quiet, simple life
His only regret is he never found time for a wife

Sleepy Soliloquy Lyrics By Diesel Boy

its almost three a.m. and i should be asleep but instead i lie awake in my room and my head still hurts from the night before last my only solace is thinking of you let me dream, give me peace let me fall fast asleep cus i swear there will be time for you tomorrow so i'm doing what i can to write you a song but i am burned out and its late at night and i'm trying real hard to tear the words from my insides but sometimes my pen just won't write keep me warm while i sleep safe and sound underneath the sheets cuz i swear there will be time for you tomorrow