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Well once there was a paradise and Eden was its name and to that lovely paradise the tempting serpent came He came to speak to Adam to speak about the tree Eden's tree is very pretty and the blossoms very sweet To eat these trees very pretty and the blossoms very sweet Though the fruit has been forbidden. It's too tempting not to Well one day Tempting tree attempting serpent lie He would
knew that a man his love his help me his bride He told that pair of paradise would make them wise In trees very pretty and the blossoms very sweet But the fruit has been forbidden and is not for man to eat each tree is very pretty And blossoms very sweet A single taste and man was changed his place in paradise denied A sense of shame and relations estranged made nude Adam run and hide He had to
face the question of whether he could rover through the garden like a playboy Barefoot all over like Hefner's friends on holdout sheets Or use a fig leaf here and there to be a little more discreet With reluctance the fig leaves were soon collected his sense of shame diminished his pride protected But Adam's answer has been no answer for you and me for fig leaves wither and there's the problem of scarcity So with cotton wool and Orlan
array we venture forth protected in a different way But there's still that consciousness of pride feelings that urge us to camouflage and hide So we build split level boxes and cozy cells Psychological wounds to retreat from our hells We have to do something for heaven's sake we can't face reality too much pain and ache Too much pain I'm gonna hang myself because I know d*** good Because i've got no guts i've got no discipline i'm absolutely
rotten to the core I'm callous and i'm shallow got no substance man. I'm hollow nothing for it but to wallow like a filthy Nothing friend, so please don't cut me loose when the chair is kicked away and my head is in a noose Because i'm no I can't stand I such empathy it's like stabbing me over and over again Don't ask me to help you if you are in need because I just can't stand to see
anyone bleed Don't call me to come if you should get hurt because I'd have to leave your life there in the dirt I It's like stabbing me over and over again Get me out of the box Get me out of the box Somewhere there's a key that surely unlocks I'm choking to death I gotta have hair I want to get out But there's strangers out there Outside is the world and the world is so wide I
want to get out but it's much too cold outside I'm too young to die With so much to give I want to get out But out there I gotta live And it's warm in the box Safe from harm in the box free from grief in the box such relief in the box So I hide from the world And I stay snugly curled in my little Box Hear no evil see no evil speak no evil No I
abhor it and ignore it all that sin below All those creatureed ugly featured faces filled with sin might beguile me And defile the temple here within I'm above it How I love it where the air is pure For evil is as evil does And doing nothing sure to keep my skirts so unbesmirched that anyone will find I'm lily white and clothed in light And deaf and dumb and blind I'm not contaminated for I simply abdicated And
I'm staying nice by freezing up and squeezing up into a cake of ice Yeah Mama wanted to kill me Pa was brutal too And what they did between them was just warp me through and through So i'm caught on my complex Caught on my complex such a drag this frightful snag, but what's a girl to do? Now mama was after my brother And pa was after sis Without a doubt I felt left out That accounts for
this Yes, i'm caught on my complex Caught on my complex though. It's a shame i'm not to blame for what's a girl to do I'd like to be of service Whatever the risks may be and hang the consequences But i'm hung up on me Because i'm caught on my complex Caught on my complex. What's a girl? What's a girl? What's a girl to do? When she's caught on her complex Caught on her complex What's a girl
any girl? What's a girl to do? I'm only half a person without you if you should ever leave me i'd be split in two together We make up a single whole i'm yours my darling Body heart and soul there are so many things in the world i'd like to do I'm haunted by the world's necessity if I could find a world apart from you and you were less necessity to me You make me wear my rubbers
when it rains you make me clean my plate when food remains You choose my hats and ties and it's you who choose my clothes and when I sneeze it's you who blows my nose We're bound to one another by our chains If I am naughty you use the switch for who knows which one is which with a greater need to suffer for whichever One is rougher is the scratch that satisfies the other's itch I could never
love another For you take the place of mother. Oh, it isn't any father for you take the place of father We'd like to go and do what should be done But when it takes the two to make up one Well, the going is in vain for you drag the ball and chain and you're lit before you ever have begun I'd rather be dead Be dead I'd rather be dead then face up to me and reality Just
as long as there is something holding me back I can always tell myself it's not something I love Or hang me up hot don't ask me To live when I want to die because I'd rather Yes, I'd rather be Yeah Life is a bust a gamble that's the way the cracked bell rings And what can you do to escape it you try d*** near everything Isolation immolation drugs booze copulation. They're all in vain The painful world
still remains. Oh Sure, there's some diversions for heaven's sake. There's Julie's sound of music and bond on the double make There's Vegas Rio color TV polaroid cameras Playboy key There's dirksen sinatra taylor and burton marches sit-ins the bamboo curtain But every diversion ends sooner than later the bottle empties they close the theater Life is a crap game and a man can seldom win One evening and you're bankrupt and you have to start again The rules
keep changing and you're dealt a rotten hand let fortune keep her cookies. I don't give a d*** Oh Cause God won't give me what I want him to give me I got the Gimme God blues I wander the great casino singing the Gimme God blues but I always win more than I put in but whenever I win I lose God's at the roulette table guiding the bouncing ball put your wand on the great good God if
you're good, you'll win it all I want a new house to be, I want to be wide I want to have all that money buys the bestest schools, smartest clothes the kind of greed and a thoroughbred knows I want to have talent, I want to have fame and marry a man with a very big name I want to take everything worth being took I want to shake down heaven till heaven shook Bingo, Funko, feel this punch
and the house pays off at eleven to one lucky little lady, she just can't lose why has she got the Gimme God blues? cause when I get what I want to get I want what I haven't gotten yet and when that's gotten you can bet what I got wasn't what I thought I'd get I got the Gimme God blues I got the Gimme God blues cause God won't give me what I want him to give me
I got the Gimme God blues God let the twenty-one table shuffling the dealer's pack bet your lot on the house jackpot and you'll surely get it back I want to have beauty, I want to have it make men stamp and chant at the bit like Helen of Troy and Cleopatra the kind of glamour that knocks them flat I want to be goddess, I want to be queen saint and siren in between I want to be
mother, I want to be wife I want to shake the life out of this one life face in a tent and a straight blackjack the house has to double her money back lucky little lady, she just can't lose why has she got the Gimme God blues? cause the more I get, the less I've got the more I'll have, the more I have not the bigger the bet, the smaller the pot the richer I get, the poorer
I got I got the Gimme God blues I got the Gimme God blues cause God won't give me what I want him to give me I got the Gimme God blues God's at the bank grab table paying a four to one price winner take all if you hit the wall with a lucky little pair of dimes I want to be happy, I want to be free of all the things that are bothering me I want to
know why I'm here once more I want to know what I'm living for I want to know why the more I thrive, the less I seem to be alive one good reason why I should be I want to find out the meaning of being rattle, cast, roll, the dice are tossed they come up racks, little ladies lost dirty little dice staring up at you one and a one make a dirty little two snake eyes, snake eyes
laughing at me like that old devil snake curled from that tree so you eat, eat and open up your eyes walk like God around paradise making me into God, making God into me and selling my soul to God's enemy I got the Gimme God blues I got the Gimme God blues cause God can't give back what I want him to give me and it's plain to see that there's no God in me and I'm only asking
Gimme of the great almighty me maybe when she loses, the little lady wins maybe when she's bankrupt, then almighty God begins when she's down and out and busted there's nothing more to beg she will take her troubles over before he cancels out her debt I got the Gimme God blues I got the Gimme God blues oh, gimme, gimme, gimme all I really need within me gimme God Another martini please, Ed. As long as we're here, Mr.
White. Thank you. Mr. Davis, how are you tonight, sir? Hi, Bill. It's on its way right here. Did you close your deal? Yeah, I did. Great. Look at a lot of this. Some fanatic was passing it out in front of the building. Carrying Christ into your work. How about that? Well, he was a flop at 33. He was a flop at 33. His whole career was one of failure and of loss. And the thing that's so
distressful is he could have been successful but instead of climbing up, he climbed across. He was a flop at 33. He jumped from carpentry to preaching to the mobs. He just never was adjusted, so he spent his whole life busted. And he never got promoted on the job. He never saved a single cent. Half done, Bradstreet would list him on their list. He could not establish credit, and you might as well be dead at 33 as
to have your credit not exist. He spent his time with Fisherville. There were more important contacts to be made. Why, he would contemplate a flower and ignore the cocktail hour. It's no wonder that he never made the grade. He took his lunch out to the park and shared his fish and bread with others on the grass. He'd commute on foot to work like any common filing clerk. He never rode except that time he took an a**.
He never had a plow suit. He always went without a hat and wore a beard. He never bought his wife a fur. He never even had a hurr. So you can see why folks who know would call him weird. He had no place to lay his head. He never owned a home or built a swimming pool. But the thing that's most bewildering is he never had no children. And it helps if you can manage private school.
He was licked right from the start when he said do to others as you wish they'd do. For to make it you must drive because of course the fits survive. You've got to do the others in or they'll do you. He paid no heed to social code the status factors that could help him get ahead. Now you and I have never flopped and yet our names are never dropped the way that they've been dropping his since
he's been dead. We fought our way up to the top we're both established as successful men of worth. So the thing that puzzles me is why that flop at 33 is called the most successful man to live on earth. Thank you. As soon as I'm out of college and paid all the debts I've carried as soon as I've done my army stint just as soon as I've gotten married I want you to use me only Use
me oh Lord but not just now. As soon as I get promoted as soon as the house is built as soon as my psychiatrist says that I'm freed of guilt I want you to use me oh Lord Use him oh Lord but not just now. As soon as you've paid the mortgage as soon as the kids are grown as soon as they finish college as soon as they're on their own I want you to use me
oh Lord Use him oh Lord but not just now. As soon as I reach retirement as soon as they're getting ahead as soon as I draw my pension just as soon as I am dead We want you to use him oh Lord Use him oh Lord Use him oh Lord Use him oh Lord Use him oh Lord Amen Amen Now he comes up with a season No more can he be excused whatever his sensible reasons for
being sensibly used He reaped and he gathered the harvest He's ground on the threshing stone Now he is milled as God willed it At last he is giving his song Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Amen I want you to use me oh Lord Use him oh Lord Use me oh Lord Use him oh Lord Now oh Lord Come Get up for heaven sake Get up for heaven sake and stop procrastinating the world's generating to get the rest
of Satan there is action you must take for heaven sake Get up Get up, get up, full speed ahead, start churning, the turn of adventure turning, a better world you're earning and everything's at stake for heaven's sake. Take the plunge, get with it, man, get in the swim, get off your can, pull them over, knock them dead, push the button off the pad, sound the sirens, throw the switches, get the lad out of your britches for
heaven's sake. Get up, get up, for heaven's sake, get going, your heart is showing, you surely must be knowing that it's time you were awake for heaven's sake. Take the plunge, get with it, man, get in the swim, get off your can, pull them over, knock them dead, push the button off the pad, sound the sirens, throw the switches, get the lead out of your britches for heaven's sake.