OUT OF CONTEXT LYRIC THREAD

We sleep in the seconds between a swing and a hit/

John applied for a job at Dick's Automotive and
Dick came to the door and he said,
"Tell me Johnny boy. Can you rotate the tires on a '72 Subaru?"
He said, "No." "Well then, can you change the oil in a '76 Pinto?"
He said, "No." "Well can you rebuild a holly four-barrelled
Carburetor on a '69 Camaro with a big 'ol hearse shift rod?"
And he said, "Um, no."
"Do you have a girlfriend with long, red, curly hair.
Creamy, milk-white thighs.
Big full lips.
Biceps like Henry Rollings?
And can she just scream like a hyena in the summer?"
And he said, "Yes."
And Dick said, "Boy, then you're hired."

Oregon is bad
Stop it if you can
Here it comes
Here it comes
Now it's after you
Flee to some place new
Run away
Run away

If the kids complain, let them complain/
I need some time for my vanity/
My eyes dilate when I see you/

One more special
message to go
And then I'm done
and I can go home

He was starving in some deep mystery
like a man who is sure what is true

I think I'll send these doctor bills,
Airmail special
To Whitey on the moon

I'm tired of being in love, and being all alone,
When you're so far away from me.
I'm tired of making out on the telephone,
'Cause you're so far away from me.

Hello my friend, are you visible today?
You know I never knew that it could be so strange strange

Hello, CD listeners. We've come to the point in this album where those listening on cassette (or records) will have to stand up (or sit down) and turn over the record (or tape). In fairness to those listeners, we will now take a few seconds before we begin Side 2.

Thank you.

Here's Side 2.

I am the god of hellfire and I bring you
Fire

You're so vain,
You probably this this out of context lyric is about you.

Well they
Blew up the chicken man in Philly last night

Look into these eyyyyes
then you'll see the size of these eyes