Cancer Show
Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)
From the album Americana
You know it's kind of hardJust to get along today
Our subject isn't coolBut he fakes it anyway
He may not have a clueAnd he may not have style
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
For you no way, for you no way
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabe's
So do that br
Hands of Time
if I could turn back the hands of time
if I could turn back the clock
I wouldn't be in the place I'm in
I wouldn't be in the dock
where's your friends when you need them most
probably hidin' under a rock
if I could undo the things I did
if I could turn back the clock
it started out like any other day
lazin' around with nothing to do
my mind started wondering onto criminal things
and how to make a dollar or two
I called the guys on my telling phone
and told them of my little scheme
we drank some beer, we ate some pills,
I shared with them my dream
I can't recall exactly how
I got to where I shouldn't have been
]my head seemed filled with hombre stuff
I fealt like I was on the screen
I drank more beer, I ate more pills
gained myself a spinning head
I raised a gun, I killed a man
I'm told it was for something he said
it's been a year since I said a prayer
but God Almighty, if your listening up there
if I could turn back the hands of time
if I could turn back the clock
I wouldn't be in this cell right now
I wouldn't be in the dock
where's your friends when you need them most
probably hidin' under a rock
if I could undo the things I did
if I could turn back the clock
misters life and death drone on
in their salutary tones
while I stand in that wooden dock
all sober and alone
the papers say it's such a crime
what's been dished to me
and people who I do not know
are banging on for clemency
now I have the best of cells
with ladies on my walls
when I'm moved they holler "dead man walking"
the words echo around the halls
I ponder on where my soul is bound
as I stare up at the moon
above the clouds, beneath the ground
I'm gonna find out real soon
strap me in to the killing chair
give me the volts, straighten out my hair
it's been a year since I said a prayer
but God Almighty, if your listening up there
if I could turn back the hands of time
if I could turn back the clock
I wouldn't be in this place right now
I wouldn't be in the dock
where's your friends when you need them most
probably hidin' under a rock
if I could undo all the things I did
if I could turn back the clock