<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/plusone.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d15332244\x26blogName\x3ddiesel+ipod\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLACK\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttp://dieselipod.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://dieselipod.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d7596027574289772250', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

return to oz


once there was a man
who had a little too much
time on his hands
he never stopped to think about getting older
but when his night came to an end
he tried to grasp for his last friend
and pretend that he could wish himself health on a 4-leaf clover

he said: is this the return to oz?
the grass is dead, the gold is brown
and the sky has claws
there's a wind-up man walking round and round
what once was emerald city's now a crystal town

3 'o' clock in the morning
you get a phone call from the queen
with a hundred heads
she says that they're all dead
she tried the last one on, it couldn't speak, fell off
and now she just wanders the halls
thinkin' nothing, thinkin' nothing at all...

she says: is this the return to oz?
the grass is dead, the gold is brown
and the sky has claws
there's a wind-up man walking round and round
what once was emerald city is now a crystal town

the wheelie's are cutting pavement
and the skeksis at the rave meant to hide
deep inside their sunken faces and their wild rolling eyes
but their callous wards reveal
that they can no longer feel
love or sex appeal
the patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal

to return to oz, we fled the world with smiles and clenching jaws
please help me friend from coming down
i've lost my place and now it can't be found

is this the return to oz?
the grass is dead, the gold is brown
and the sky has claws
there's a wind-up man walking round and round
what once was emerald city is now a crystal town

tits on the radio

creamsicle sky while the sun sets in the west
where are the queers on the piers, heard they gave it their best
now they got jobs at a local fast food chain
flippin' tricks for the burger, since lady m jacked their fame
flippin' tricks for the burger, since lady m jacked their fame

cause you can't see tits on the radio
i'll give you five fingers for a one man show
fasten those pants for the lap dance
take a shot now this may be your last chance

there ain't no tits on the radio (oh no)
there ain't no tits on the radio (oh no)
there ain't no tits on the radio (oh no)
there ain't no tits on the radio (no no)

dark room danny can't see with the lights turned out
black haired tranny counts sheep with her bed turned down
but the bed's in jersey and the sheep's on a farm
dark room danny hears police alarm
dark room danny can't see with the lights turned out
dark room danny can't see with the lights turned out

cause you can't see tits on the radio
i'll give you five fingers for a one man show
fasten those pants for the lap dance
take a shot now this may be your last chance

there ain't no tits on the radio (oh no)
there ain't no tits on the radio (oh no)
there ain't no tits on the radio (oh no)
there ain't no tits on the radio (no no)

cause you can't see tits on the radio
i'll give you five fingers for a one man show
fasten those pants for the lap dance
take a shot now this may be your last chance