The Nation of Ulysses

Baby if this was Numerburg, they'd be haning on your every word, sucking on your cyanide, maybe baby it's the only cure, I've got no time for your other line, girl's calling me on the phone, wants my time, wants me to play her punk rock show - My pic

I'm not talking about a Beatle's song, Written 100 years before I was born. 100 flowers bloom, 100 schools of thought contend, C'mon baby, let's hang around, They're talking about the round and round, But who's got the real anti-parent culture sound?

I've got a little black book Names & numbers and faces forsook, Lips puckered, I swear they never spoke, put your lips to my neck for a key to the action index, the secret sign that says your mine, call; i'll give you back your dime Something coming

Cough Syrup - why don't you cough it up? Checkin' out all the ingredients, Looking for the expedient, Driving even baby, over the median, where you're comin' yeah, that's where I'm leaving Perpetual motion macine! Cough Drop tastes like a lollipop, v

3 chords, yeah they're yours, We stole them from your bottom drawer. 16 strings or something, Yeah, don't listen, 'cause we stole everything. Yeah, it's true, we got it from you, Don't worry man, there's nothing new. Stay outside, There's nothing in

Robitussin - that was my only one, I caught the flu on account of you You were breathing down my throat, saying, "Ian, baby, we can only lose" Call my number, it's on my thermometer. Step into my fever dream, I'm sick with you, sick with you, C'

There is only one Nation of Ulysses: the seriously unserious, reverently irreverent, amoral moralists whose iconoclastic assault on the received pieties of America place them in the front ranks of social critics. What went into the making of the lege