Blues for Stoner

(Instrumental)

Buckskin Stallion Blues

I heard her sing in tongues of silver
I heard her cry on a summer storm
I loved her but she did not know it
So I don't think about her anymore

Now she's gone and I cannot believe it
So I don't think about her anymore

If three and four was seven only
Where would that leave one and two?
If love can be and still be lonely
Where does that leave me and you?

Time there was
And time there will be
Where does that leave me and you?

If I had a buckskin stallion
I'd tame him down and ride away
If I had a flying schooner
I'd sail into the light of day
If I had your love forever
I'd sail into the light of day

Pretty songs and pretty places
Places that I've never seen
Pretty songs and pretty faces
Tell me what their laughter means
Some will cry and cry forever
Tell me what their laughter means

If I had a buckskin stallion
I'd tame him down and ride away
If I had a golden galleon
I'd sail into the light of day
If I had your love forever
I'd sail into the light of day

Carjack '94

OK, Michael, go get Alex
(OK, mommy. Where are we going?)
Yes, we're going downtown
(Where are we going, mommy?)
We're going bye-bye.
(I don't want to go bye-bye, mommy
Mommy, I don't want to go bye-bye)
Just say "good-bye," baby
(But, mommy, I don't want
Waaaaaah
I don't want to go bye-bye)
Shut up, Michael

Freak Momma

The mack is back
Sweeping up snack packs
Still slinging that game on the rock track
Feeling this bank and it don't stop, no
Here we go again setting up shop, yep
Looking for a thing with a nice hips
Gotta have a set of them thick lips
When it comes to sex I want a freak no lease with a baby got back teets
It's on, why not get it on tape, son?
Here I come with another one
I wanna put you in the mud, honey
Spittin' out of them guts like it ain't funny
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call Mix if you wanna be game him
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g

Freak momma
(Freak)
Freak momma
(Freak) yo
Freak momma
(Freak)

Slow this on down, y'all
Bring it back

Verse two, to the mack it ain't never through
Oh, nasty rapper want to give it to
You can dance on that table and play that stipper role and make love on the console
She ain't nothing nice
Undercover vice done picked her up twice
She ain't no ho though, think you don't know though, she'll put you on the floor and then oh, no
Wine, wine, wine, sexy dancer, no need to romance ya'
I just want to tap that bird, so heed the word ya' just heard
We cuss and fuss and kick up much dust, but you know, rap stars, you can trust us
Ain't no sense in throwing no drag or drama
Come on baby, give me that freak momma, freak momma

Ah, ha
Freak momma
Yeah, (freak) yeah
Freak
Freak momma
(Freak)
It's the only happening thing, yeah
Freak momma
(Freak)
Ah

Mister Bridget wants to get ya'
Take a few nasty pictures, and then flip ya', kiss ya', stick ya' in make-up
Baby I just wanna get with ya'
Loving these type of lyrics
And baby I was raised on crack so I gotta let you hear it
I can't help myself, I love sexy and controversy
Invasion of the rump snatcher
Got much there, so you know I'll catch ya'
So don't try to break, 'cause I come off straight, and other rappers try to come off gay, to their minds
And step on me, and I'll step on you
I ain't thinking about a man when I come through
We can peel out on these Yokohamas
Just me and my freak momma, freak momma
Yeah

Freak momma
(Freak)
Freak momma
Let's see anybody do some of that Mudhoney
(Feak) Ah, ha ha
Freak momma
Yeah
(Freak)
Just lost my street credibility, y'all
Ha ha ha ha
Freaky, come on

This song has been banned by the FCC

Fuzzgun 2001

(Instrumental)

Goat Cheese

Well something out here stinks like cow
Bullshit so deep I'm afraid I'll drown
Daddy favored you as his only true son
Who'll help you now daddy's gone?

Brother, brother, gonna get your goat
Gonna grab you by the back of your throat
I got your girl now I want your goat

Nothing smells sweeter than a goat in the yard
And a girl out back working real hard

Brother, brother, gonna get your goat
Tell you the truth 'till it makes you choke
I got your girl, I want your goat

She don't love you like she loves me
She don't love you she loves goat cheese
She never loved you, she always loved me
Gonna get your goat and that goddamn recipe

Brother, brother, gonna get your goat
Tell you the truth 'till it makes you choke
I got your girl now I've come for your goat

Inside Job

Always watching from outside
Been living like this all my life
I've changed my mind, baby I want in
Take your eyes so bright, bring it to my end

It takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard
It takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard

It takes an inside job to really get things done
Got to get inside to make the changes come
You come around, you'll cry aloud
And hold me tight 'till the shit comes down

It takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard
It takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard
Ohhh

Ohhh
Let me in
Let me in
Come on, let me in
Let me in
Takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard

Let me in, yeah
Let me in
Come on, let me in
You got let me in
Takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard

It takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard
It takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard
It takes an inside job to make it easy when it's hard

March to Fuzz
(Instrumental)

Mudhoney Funky Butt

We are Mudhoney, incorporated
We like to party
Do you?
We represent the lollipop kids
The rest of you can fuck off
Butt sex

Please Don't Forget About Us

(We're gonna do it, like, with drums - a bunch of drum stuff)

Hey, all you college girls
Hey, all you college boys
Don't forget about us

Hey, all you college boys
And all you college girls
Don't forget about us

Take it, Stevie

We love college radio
We love college radio
Don't forget about us

Hey, music director
Hey, program director
Don't forget about us
Don't forget about us
(Take it, Mark)
Don't forget about us
Don't forget about us
(Take it, Mark)
I'm gonna take it, I'm gonna take it

Please, please, please don't forget about us

(Excuse me while i kiss the sky)

The Rose

Some say love is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love is a hunger
And it forsaking need
I say love is, it is a flower
And you it's only seed

It's a part of break, of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's a dream afraid of waking
That never takes a chance
It's the one afraid of taking
That never learns to give
And the one afraid of dying
Never learns to live

A friend
Is someone who knows
The song of your heart
And sings it to you
When you
Forget
The words
Attack

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you're thinking love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the Winter
The need for bitter snow
There's a seed
That when the sun comes
In the Spring becomes the rose

Sissy Bar

That's a nice looking bicycle seat
Can I smell it?
Mmmmmmmm
That sure is good
That's pretty nice
Is that?
Is that?
(laughs)
Just watch, sweety pie
Can I fix your forks?
You're wheels are un-trued
(laughs)

Small Animals

Give me
Give me
Just get tough
Hey, man would you like to go over to the candy store with me and get some sticks of candy?
Some candy and shingles, please
Sorry I sound so different
eighty-five cents?
Hahaha
eighty-five cents?
eighty-five cents?
Hahaha
Mark, would you like to go to the barnyard with me and have fun with small animals?
Why yes, Dan
I'd quite like that
I quite like small animals

The Straight Life

So when the seeds of discontentment
Spill their milk all over your misspent youth
Nurture your crop with blind resentment
All your crime can't change the truth

You reap what you sow
So let those wild weeds grow

Your shit don't stink now that you're living the straight life
Looking so cute in your grown-up suit
Chasing down all your lost and wasted time
You don't care who the fuck you screw

You reap what you sow
So let those wild weeds grow
You reap what you sow
If you reap anything at all
So let those wild weeds grow
I hope they choke your rotten crop

You reap what you sow
So let those wild weeds grow
You reap what you sow
If you reap anything at all
So let those wild weeds grow
I hope they choke your rotten crop

Thorn (Single Version)

I've got a thorn in my side
About the size of your eye
I feel it sticking through
I feel it sticking through

You're all watching for me
With such intensity
It doesn't matter what I do
It doesn't matter what I do

Take your eyes off me
Maybe then you'll see
The world was sticking at you
The world was watching you

You're just a thorn in my side
Wasting effort, wasting time
It doesn't matter what I do
It doesn't matter what I do
It doesn't matter what I do
Your world is dying too

War in Peace

It's a joy to know you're resting in peace
War in peace, what a funny combination
Will it come to separation, since you believe

Good old spice it's nice to see you last, you're ahead
War in peace, what a funny combination
Will come to your coronation, this year

It's a joy to see you in the red risen dead
War in peace, will cross another generation
And the cosmic federation, sees you clear

We Hate the Bloody Queen

I've always had a dream
I'd like to meet the Queen
I'd like to punch her in the face
Yeah, that would make me laugh

I'd love to kick her in the face
And then I'd make a picture of it
In lovely Ekta chrome
And then I'd give it to the Prince

I hate the bloody Queen
She makes me go to school
I hate the bloody Queen
And all her bloody rules

I'd like to drown the Queen
Off the coast of Argentine
Throw her off a battle ship
With her Faulklands war machine

She taxes me to death
I can't afford me dope
I'd like to get her high
Yeah, that would make me laugh
Ha, ha, ha, ha

I hate the bloody Queen
She makes me go to school
I hate the bloody Queen
And all her bloody rules

I hate the bloody Queen
I hate the bloody Queen
I hate the bloody Queen
I hate the bloody Queen

I feel sorry for you Lady Di
Having a mother-in-law like that

West Seattle Hardcore

One, two
One, two, three, four
West Seattle hardcore
You've got the keys
Lots of people running in the streets
Cops will hunt them down
(laughs)
Pop my balloon
Can you pop my balloon?
West Seattle hardcore
Pop my balloon
Can you people laugh in the street?
Let's go get some
One, two, three
West Seattle hardcore
West Seattle hardcore
West Seattle hardcore
West Seattle hardcore
West Seattle hardcore

You Make me Die

Hello, Sub Pop

There's a feeling in the world
That causes the rest
You're ambition and success
Is what I detest

I'm trying to be true
I'm trying my best
I'm not seduced by your cheap love
Or your patrons of mesh

You make me die, now
You make me die, now

I heard all you got to say
I heard in school
About your soft soled sex
And your sickly drool

You only kept yourself
Like all the rest
You love your filthy god
You think you're the best

You make me die, now
You make me die, now
You make me die, die

TVs, baby
Like money and ice
Get you crawling on the floor
Like sucking lice

That's all I'll say
Before you take advice
What someone would have told you child
It ain't very nice
You make me die, now
You make me die, now
You make me die, die, die

You're Gone

You say what I'd like you to say
What I want you to say
About you

Got a feeling
That's keeping me from feeling
And I'm all tied up
That's true

I've been walking the straight line
If I could only figure it out
You're talking like you hate mine
And I'm all plugged up with guilt

I know it's wrong
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

The more you talk about the same old thing
The less I'm going to hear
The time you're wasting
You're wasting mine
You make a day seem like a year

You take it and make it
You take it and make it
You make some kind of control
You said what you've got to say
Man, that crap gets old

I know it's wrong
I know it's wrong
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
You're gone