Here on the beat Another ugly day crawls by No one tells you how to make it out here Another night Another wrong another right Another one waiting for the coast to come clear (Chorus) I'm looking for one way out I'm looking for another way in I'm looking for one way out Here I am again Street people praying for the sun to rise Steam climbing from the manhole You seek the truth Justify the lies It's no surprise when you loose control Chorus There's dealer by the ice cream truck There's another by the news stand Some children never get to grow up This city has another plan Broman can't wait for the light to change He'll shoot you in the daylight DOA you're never really out of range Just a target in the night (Chorus)

Railroaded - Astral Outlaws They knew they were in trouble They’d hunted many roads Stalling cars on highways They broke laws new and old The soul of Bugesy Seagul The soul of Jessie James Outlaws of the wild west Now roam the astral plains Locking keys in cars Changing highway signs Making phantom phone calls To all the psychic lines Wild Bill and Wyaett Earp Wondering the west Their eyes are on the cards They played before their deaths Tribal gaming Vegas Slots are home to many souls Who only feel the risk And can not sense the whole Glossy eye lid gamblers Who once lived by a code When honor was a trade And few grew very old Tried to stop the railroad It seemed to have no heart When it came to family land They tore it all apart It was manifest destiny To lay track on the land The railroad was the future Progressive way of man Some were left with nothing Had loved ones shot and killed Anyone who stood their ground The railroad wouldn’t yield. Intention of invention The dreams of those who gave Inspirations to a world And warnings to their graves Television was a tool That was to wipe out war By educating cultures To fear them nevermore Farnsworth never even got To see TV take shape His TV for Humanity Would sell us fear and hate And entertain us always Make us laugh and cry But while we’ve all been entertained What has passed us by... What has passed us by? And all the while Bill The Kid Can’t forget the things he did And things he still does to this day Like how he worships Kennith Lay From his hideout East of hell Where all the famous outlaws dwell To watch the earth - where they lived And see it die just as they did Money has no value there In outlaw purgatory square But power comes by stopping clocks Stalling cars and stealing socks Anything disruptive here Make the Astral Outlaws cheer Nothing makes the outlaws grin More than watching Washington DC And how their man Takes his enemies by the hand Outlaws who once ruled the west Move up heavens ladder As the outlaws here get fatter Bigger and in house bred To turn those living into dead By making reasons to start wars Turn the tricks of weapon whores Who call it defense, though they strike first Freedom at its very worst Say you're free? Name your price.

I’m alone Full grown Generation extra extra extra One too many To be anyone Got to look out For number one And the ones you love Under the sun It’s a card toss Up in the air And a few here and there Who don’t care Where it lands A few dirty hands Ruins all the children’s plans ITS TOP HEAVY Hey Mr. CEO Break up the bonus Water what you grow Come the new year If it looks clear That the profits are up We’d like to see some down here ‘cause the work force Wants a divorce From the gap In the cap-ital You’re throwing in your back pocket ITS TOP HEAVY Old McDonald had a pharmacy Selling drugs to people like you and me Names brands It costs so much more To be a Prozac Wife Than to be a crack whore It’s all about where you get it from You’re a Riddilan guy Or an amphetamine bum A junkie on heroin A patient on Percodan Either way your gonna Jones Until you find a way to pay the man ITS TOP HEAVY

Mr. Sunshine I was born in a grave yard right off the road In a black Mercedes So I’ve been told My momma was young and my daddy was old It started to snow and she died in the cold I pulled through and I grew up In a boarding school with the low and corrupt They’d slap me on my hand and say You ain’t nothing but a cheep imitation of a man In the back of a limousine I’m drinking the Tequila and rolling up the green I got T bills, black pills, my powder’s white and every night I sell it to the children down town It’s a cold cold cold cold cold cold world But that’s what it is Son don’t try it less you buy Who do you think I am? Mr Sunshine? On TV they’ve been waging a war Against me and all I stand for They bring in the director they bring in the star They’re driving in the announcer Someone is parking his car It looks awfully odd Without me they’d all be out of a job I said no buy hey there’s Joe Back in the alleyway smoking some blow Joe, do this boy Don’t do that You best trade in the pipe on a bottle and sack ‘cause a man on TV says he cares about you So much he hired a camera crew He said if you stop doing the things you do He might spend his money on something new Like a weapons base Deep in space He wants to make this world a safer place So go on home boy and watch your feet the glass it breaks when it hits the street Say Joe, when are you going to get some shoes? The moon she sets and the moon she rise Don’t open your heart ‘till you open your eyes Your life might be worth living for But what the hell are you going to save his for? From beneath the ground to above the sky there ain’t a life alive that wasn’t born to die

A Way Away Don't know why Guess I stopped looking close enough to Recognize Just where to draw the line Rings around my eyes Are all that I can see Can you show me a way away From all I've come to be Life's a breeze 'till you learn how to screw it up Every day takes you farther away From the time you arrived Rings around my eyes Are all that I can see Can you show me a way away From all I've come to be Step outside and lead the way Let no one follow They'll take blue And they'll give gray Then call it a deal Rings around my eyes Are all that I can see Won't you show me a way away From all I've come to be Show me a way

Roadman words & music david shepherd grossman 2002 Nothing there but desert ground Riding roads town to town Saw him and spun around Hollow eyes say, “Keep moving.” Standing still outside nowhere He must be hiding - must have done some deed Hundred miles in all directions Nothing but road and desert to see Sifting dirt though his fingers Watch it fall into a baseball cap Staring hard into the silence Once you go you can’t come back (Chorus) Roadman sitting down A hundred miles from any town Roadman wondering round The unpaved land The barren ground Star filled skies lift the spirit Road kill keeps the body fed Some folks say these roads are haunted By the living and the dead Clinging to the back top pavement Like a blanket in the cold Midnight trucks are bound to wake you On their way to where they go Pressure – gone forever Bushman of the western world Asphalt river, billboard tree Exit off your memories (Chorus) Plain as darkness Nothing matters To feel worse You first must feel Boulder blanket Pebble pillow Where can the Roadman heal? On the crossroad….On the crossroad…On The Cross Roadman. – Chorus.

The Money Drought David Shepherd Grossman ã93/2002 Years keep rolling by me Sometimes you see what you want to see I had a job and lost it On a day like any other day it would seem All the tine I was running round Felt pretty good like the smell of wood Burning at a camp fire All right Each and every night I’d go out on the town Throw it all around Now I’m gonna leave I want out Of the money drought Out of the money drought I want out Some folks live how they want to live Some live to get by Some folks hold their head to the ground Some hold their head to the sky Some will take donations Some will rob you blind Some will trade away their souls Some just trade their time Now I want to leave I want out Of the money drought When I was young and fancy free all you needed was love Love and a stereo That's all you'd ever need and I believe I believe in the hippy - like I believe I believe in the government - I believe I believe in the wars The wars fought on TV - yes I believe I believe in the rain dance Like I believe in the weatherman I believe that make believe is going to be here after me So I want to leave I want out of the money drought If I stay here long enough Will things just come to me I don’t want to have to steal it no more I don’t want to have to borrow it no more I don’t want to have to pray for it Why can’t some things just be they way I want them to be Money can’t by happiness It pays for everything else You’re never gonna know just who’s it is until you pay for it yourself I don’t want to sound greedy I’m just tired of being broke I may not ever afford a home But I can afford this toke Lord I’m gonna get high Higher than the rich man ever can Higher than the poor man ever can Higher than most any man That’ the way its gonna be until I find my way Find my way out Of the Money Drought

BURIED ALIVE There’s a reason that I’m so down There’s not much keeping me around I know I’m kinda known around town But I’m buried alive I’m buried In confusion Buried down in disillusion See my conscience like jigsaw puzzle Piece it together it becomes my shovel If I had it I’d want to break it If it gets me thru the night I take it Something in me wants me to make it (though I’ll be) Buried Alive I’m buried By a feeling Underneath I’m Barely breathing The past is all you see If you try to look at me I’m Buried Alive

Grady The Clown In your shopping center parking lot Come celebrate today Our carnival is moving in Come and play before it moves away We got a Fun House We got Tilt 'O Whirle We got such a good time for you boys and girls We got a Super Slide and a Merry Go Round And we got me Grady The Clown This carnival has treated me so well I've lived here quite a while With my yellow hair Funny ears and nose I make the children laugh and smile Someday I know I'll be In a circus show clowning happily But 'till that day I'll go from town to town The parking lot carnival's Grady The Clown