GEORGE ZAPATA
Shulda/Santangelo/Halbrook
VERSE:
George Zapata left his name
‘round a manhole cover in the street.
I pass it everyday.
He pressed his name into the wet cement
With a finger, or a stick, maybe.
I don’t know, I wasn’t there.
But everyday I see
George Zapata and his sewer hole,
smiling up at me.
Why did he do it?
Did he want fame?
The manhole and his name
forever linked
In the minds of all who read it
looking down, in the street.
CHORUS:
Now, whenever I flush, I remember
To call out:
"Say hello to George!"
HURT
Shulda/Santangelo
CHORUS:
It doesn't matter what you say
it doesn't matter what you do
I'm gonna spend the rest of my days
dreaming up ways of hurting you.
VERSE:
It takes up all my energy- all my
precious time.
I have a lot of cruel ideas you'd
call the crazy kind.
I'm not afraid to lose my life-
I know God understands
He'll be greeting me in paradise,
extending me his hand.
CHORUS:
No matter what you do to me
There's gonna be a new recruit.
Who wants to spend the rest of his
days dreaming up ways of hurting you.
MIDDLE:
I was breast-fed venom from a very
early age
They groomed me for my mission-
instilled in me this rage.
I may have never met you never seen
your face
but when I get down on my knees
I pray your soul to take.
VERSE:
You can always choose to live life
paralyzed by fear
Or you can go about your days as
if I disappeared.
You can drop some bombs and say
it's in the name of peace
but you only kill the symptoms
while ignoring the disease.
CHORUS:
No matter what you do to me
There's gonna be a new recruit.
Who wants to spend the rest of his
days dreaming up ways of hurting you.
SOMEBODY’S BIRTHDAY
Shulda/Santangelo
There’s a white stretch limousine
on the road
It’s a late afternoon and it’s
moving slow
There’s a sign on the side of the door
so I wondered what the hell it was for
It said "Please Honk!
It’s my birthday"
But I won’t comply
‘Cause I’m just that kind of guy
On somebody’s birthday
May you get what you want
Somebody’s birthday
Many happy returns
Somebody’s birthday
Happy birthday, dear someone
See the black hearse making you
catch your breath?
It’s a late afternoon and it looks
like death
Saw a sign there on the top of the
hood
Should I read it?
Well, I thought
that I should
It said "Please Honk!
It’s my birthday"
On somebody’s birthday
May you get what you want
Somebody’s birthday
Many happy returns
Somebody’s birthday
Happy birthday,dear someone
And I don’t comply
‘Cause I’m not that kind of guy.
SERIAL ROMANCE
Shulda/Santangelo
When the trial begins, she will
take her seat.
They have never met, though she
writes each week.
There was something wrong that
happened in her life.
Now she’s drawn to strong,
homicidal types.
CHORUS:
It’s a serial romance,
serial romance.
Serial romance, just plead insanity.
It’s as serial as love can be.
Doesn’t matter what kind of crime
he’s done.
She would love to bear his
daughters and sons.
He was on TV, she liked what she
saw.
But will she follow through if he
should get off?
CHORUS:
MIDDLE:
Your honor I have to object
to her conviction.
You may be trying the wrong man.
CHORUS:
BIG TOP
Shulda/Santangelo
I joined the circus ‘cause I
couldn’t find work
The bearded lady and the pit boss are jerks.
The pay is low but I can get in
for free
The greatest show is not as great
as I seems.
I shovel shit to the calliope sound
Sometimes I find some extra change
on the ground
And when my shift is over I go to
bed
with thoughts of the big top
trapped inside my head.
It’s a high-wire act with no safety
net
and if I fall I’ll just go deeper
in debt.
So hurry, buy you’re ticket now,
don’t delay
come see the biggest clown in
showbiz today.
I shovel shit to the calliope sound
Sometimes I find some extra change
on the ground
And when my shift is over I go to
bed
with thoughts of the big top
trapped inside my head.
Come join the circus.
All songs copyright 2008
Dick and Jane Music
P.O. Box 1008
Porterville CA 93258
