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I’ve been all over the world
And it has been all over me
From the cultures in my head
To the landscapes in my knees
As I searched for one superior
That might lay my heart to rest –
For the Earth is like a market
And I demand the very best

But as I searched all over the world
It became evident to me
That the cultures were less productive now
Than society would hope we believe
And the people are obsessed with trifles
That do little to inspire with zest
And so I end up puzzling
Why the Earth has failed my test.

I know now what resonates all over the world
Is not culture, but you and me;
Individuals who make an impact,
Ignore the forest for the tree
To soar among the clouds and stars
And leave behind their nest
Above the world, which must look up,
Beholden to their crest.

I have been all over the world
And it has been all over me,
So I’ll save you the trip, reveal what makes it whirl:
Men, not man, make history.

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When I first saw you sitting there
In the street flat on your derrière
One with the mud
Covered in crud
I thought, “How nasty is she.”
But after a few pints knocked back
My longing just picked up the slack
And now I can say
This fact, clear as day,
That lovin’ you tastes just as good
As shit on a shingle!

Some might claim my taste is shot
Or I’m out of my mind.
Some might say you taste like snot
Or have a loose behind.
They’d find you more appealing
Given the chance to mingle –
Which is why I say you are
My little shit on a shingle.

I tried my hardest to get you to bathe
And you foil my attempts to get you to shave
Your teeth are all crooked
Your low voice is shooked
And I’d have it no other way.
All the fellas’ heads turn as you pass
Cause your vocabulary is crass
But your beer gut jiggle
And your idiot giggle
Remind me that you’re just as tasty
As shit on a shingle!

I sometimes feel I second-guess
How much lee you weigh
And see my life is a real big mess
When you steal away my day.
But there are moments that make it better
To be with you than single –
And there are far worse things to eat
Than shit on a shingle!

Yeah, babe, you’re a vagrant at heart
As am I if you couldn’t tell
Which explains why
We shouldn’t try
To bite off more than we chew.
So I’ll give up what I thought I wanted,
Content to settle on being taunted,
For they don’t understand
How a plain starving man
Would count himself lucky to, morning and night,
Eat nothing but shit on a shingle!

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turn off the lights
get back in bed
all i ask is for some peace and quiet
my swimming head
my bulging eyes
i’m trying to take the peace when I can get it
yes i know i know
i haven’t had a drink
in three days
but my head still hurts
and my heart still hurts
and it’s better to blame it all
on too much alcohol
then to look around for something I can’t fix
and most of the time
can’t even see
yes, better to hold your peace while you can
in the comfort of a little hangover
safe inside your head
so turn off the lights
and get back in bed
and give me back my peace and quiet.

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