Psycholongevity Lyrics

Lyrics and audio from the Whores of Tijuana album, "Psycholongevity".

A song in need of a hero to overthrow all that is government control

History tells a story
A story non the less
Telling lies could be the order
Of the day.. of the day
	
World's always had its heroes
But a hero non the less
How can it be he has fallen
To an end.. to an end
	
The CIA are the terrorists
The CIA are the terrorists
The CIA are the terrorists
The CIA ...
	

A man's journey on the road of life and the speed bump that is a bad woman.

They say patience is a virture
I'm just to tired to wait
Been sitting by this telephone
Since quarter til Eight
The Clock strikes midnight
Where the fuck have you been
If this Whiskey don't kill me
Then your love will do me in
	
So I went and talked to momma
She said, "Son I'll tell you what"
Don't cry over milk you spilled
It's all a game of luck
Well it hurts now momma
So bad I want to cry
Son, better quit your bitching
And make some peace before you die
	
So I went and talked to Jesus
He told me of his plan
He said, "love thy neighbor"
Or die a jealous man
They say the killer's in the alley
I say he's sitting there at home
Until I find my peace of mind
I'll keep on cruising down the road
	

The last man standing and getting pissed at border control 100 miles from any border.

Shake down in the military state
Its not the border why do I have to wait
Drug sniffing dogs I was just lonely strumming along
Don't know what my business of yours
Shotgun barrel pointing at the door
I found out, La Migra's not for borders anymore
	
What crime is it going to LA
White truck boiling in the sun today
After two hundred years the ink on the paper starts to fade
Protect me from what I do not know
In the shade beneath a tree dying slow.
	
Ultimo Hombre's not lonely
Ultimo Hombre got stoney
Why don't you give him his proper
He's got product to deliver
	
I'm heading west from east of Omaha
They're in the business to bring us martial law
I'm afraid of the gold teeth in my jaw
Protect me from what I do not know
In the shade beneath a tree dying slow. 
	
Ultimo Hombre's not lonely
Ultimo Hombre got stoney
Why don't you give him his proper
He's got product to deliver

Fast cars and winning at all costs

The color blurs
On either side
Rattle my soul on this engine ride
Why are we cursed
To come in first
Just to keep you satisfied
	
Racer X
Will caress
The kiss of death
To come alive
Victory
Not to be
Got to test
Mortality
	
Not for money
Not for fame
Tickle my death invisible flame
And I might die
The reasons why
To push the envelope of the sane
	
Wind screaming love
Into my ear
Cutting the pavement down razor shear
The flag's that checked
Has got you wrecked
Taking my leave the end is near
	

Being happy with the cards we are dealt and the life we have./p>

Won't spend no fortune
Waiting on you
I'd make my living on the corner
But I can't lay down them blues

Time has no bottle
When living is done
I'd take my chances down the river
When a man don't need his son

Now it seems to me
Time is a wicked hand

Time has no boundaries
Separate rooms
Why can't you meet me in the middle
And share one point of view

Time has no meaning
Lost in your eyes
Might not have everything we wanted
But it's good to be alive
	
Now it seems to me
Time is a wicked hand
	

Inspired by the great Urotsukidoji: Legend Of The Overfiend

Take me to heaven
Breaking my shell
I started with nothing
To bringing you hell

Akimi don't you know the time
Destruction is always by design
 
Chaos is beauty
Beauty will fall
Blood, tears, and my love
The unknown crow
 
Pain is a sweet taste
The shank is a prayer
You want to but you can't
Escape despair

The American Indian on final trip back from his last battle.

An old Sioux man riding on his horse
Riding on his horse til he's dead
An old Sioux man riding on his horse
The end of this land and of  man
	
He's got arrows in his back and his body hurts
The pain makes him wish he's dead
He has to get back home to his squaw and son
To lay in his Buffalo bed. 
	
Misery, of the Indian
Misery, of the Indian
Misery...
	
The thirst is starting to get to him
As he whipes the sweat from his head
He's got to hold on a little longer
Before he's put to his grave
A few more miles till he gets home
A couple more hours till he's dead
Nothing to drink but his own blood now
But this Indian is not dead.
	
Misery, of the Indian
Misery, of the Indian
Misery...
	

A look into the eyes of the face on mars and ancient civilizaion.

My beautiful Egyptian queen
Inside of you alien dream
There's a side to reveal
Inside the wheel

One, Nine, Five
Tangent, cosign
No one's still alive

Wonder like a pyriamid
I love the water over your skin
In the dark your face is red
On the river bed
	
One, Nine, Five
After the flood
No one's still alive
	

Getting high and making love.

The clock on the wall
Says 4:20 is the time
The clock on the wall
Must be right on time
Well get on home honey
We'll get naked with the kind
	
You know the clock on the oven baby
Says 4:20 is the time
You know the clock on the oven baby
Must be right on time
Well hurry home momma
Let me show you that you're mine
	
The clock in the sky 
Says 4:20 is the time
You know the clock in the sky
Must be right on time
If I can't have your sugar
I'm gonna lose my mind