THE SMELL OF MY ROOM VOLUME THREE: WICKED BAD

30 YEARS

(D.Duncan)

30 years walking out and around.

Walking downtown, underground.

30 years walking out on the street.

Getting fucked up, selling weed.

 

Take me to the store to get some beer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Take me to the store to get some beer.

Yeah.

 

30 years I've been doing the time.

On the west side and the east side.

30 years I look you dead in the eye.

I got Rambo on VHS tonight.

 

Take me to the store to get some beer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Take me to the store to get some beer.

Yeah.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

Matt Young Orchids:Back-up Vocals

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

CANDY SHOP

(D.Duncan)

Chop,chop to the candy shop.

Drop! fifty bucks down to make your heart stop.

Shit talk, swallow a rock-cough.

Get a gun and get me to a pawn shop.

 

Let's get wasted away, I hate the Beatles.

All night long.

 

Shimmy shake, down to the floor.

We turn around, we hit the ground.

 

Kiss,kiss I wanna kiss her lips-dip.

I got the picture and I love her tits.

3, 4 knock me flat on the floor-sore!

She's coming down on me and now, I want some more.

 

Let's get wasted away, I hate the Beatles.

All night long.

 

Shimmy shake, down to the floor.

We turn around, we hit the ground.

 

Chop,chop to the candy shop.

Drop! fifty bucks wouldn't make your skin pop.

Tick tock,run down the clock-cough.

Get a gun, get a bottle of scotch.

 

Let's get wasted away, I hate the Beatles.

All night long.

 

Shimmy shake, down to the floor.

We turn around, we hit the ground.

 

We hit the ground.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

SLIME GROW MUSIC

(D.Duncan)

Slime grow music out of this world. (and)

Sure as damn hell that I want you girl. (her)

Slim grim grins got me licking my chin.

I can't give up in the state I'm in.

 

She loves violence.

 

I can't get.

I can't get no.

 

Tragedy's killing me every night.

I can't sit still when I see the light.

I'm fighting myself every single day.

The pain and shame that don't go away.

 

She loves violence.

 

I can't get.

I can't get no.

 

I can't get no love.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

SWEAT FOR YOU

(D.Duncan)

One good deed deserves another.

Fuck your lover and hug your mother.

I need you so bad, I can't touch the numbers.

I love you so much, I can't beat the hunger down.

 

I wrote a sad,sad song.

And then I sung it all wrong.

I'll make it up to you.

I wanna sweat for you.

 

A gleam of hope is my only sunshine.

I toss and turn and live to die.

Writing out words in all the wrong places.

Wishing every minute that you were mine, now.

 

I got the dirt in my eyes.

And I don't got no rights.

I'll make it up to you.

I wanna sweat for you.

 

One good deed deserves another.

Kill your lover and hug your mother.

I need you so bad, all I do is wonder.

I love you so much,I fucking hate the summer, now!

 

I wrote a sad,sad song.

And then I sung it all wrong.

I'll make it up to you.

I wanna sweat for you.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

DUSTY BIBLES

(D.Duncan)

Good time to think things over.

When love won't set me free.

I got a lot on my shoulders.

Why don't you let me be?

 

We can win this war.

Good faith will stand you up.

And there will be no dog.

So don't you just give up.

 

Dusty bibles lead to dirty lives.

 

Good time to start things over.

When love won't set me free.

And then the blood gets colder.

The diary of a fiend.

 

We can win this war.

Good faith will stand you up.

And there will be no dog.

So don't you just give up.

 

And there will be no dog.

And there will be no dog.

And there will be no dog.

And there will be no dog.

 

Dusty bibles lead to dirty lives.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

VERSES

(D.Duncan)

Verses keep on running, right into our heads.

Seasons keep on changing, don't begin to end.

Ditches under bridges, rivers running wide.

Reasons don't mean nothing to six-thousand miles.

 

Ahh,Where's she going now?

I wish that I could tell her I love her.

Ahh,Where's she going now?

I wish that I could tell her I  need her.

 

Curses keep on burning right into our hands.

Seasons keep on leaping, won't begin to end.

Kisses under bridges, rivers running high.

Reasons don't mean shit to six-hundred miles.

 

Ahh,Where's she going now?

I wish that I could tell her I love her.

Ahh,Where's she going now?

I wish that I could tell her I need her.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

Kalen Nash:Back-up Vocals

Jonathan Hall:Back-up Vocals

John Dance:Back-up Vocals

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

 

YOU NEED MONEY TO LOVE ME

(D.Duncan)

I don't got no job, I don't got no car.

Ain't got no cash, no credit cards.

I can't pay the rent, short fifty-cents.

Got no gold chain, where's the time went?

 

Give me some money. 

Don't talk to me honey.

Give me some time.

Baby,she don't know she's mine.

 

New York to LA in private planes.

I'll never change, my life's a waste.

Take me out to eat, you're all I need.

I'll skip the lease on lonely street.

 

Give me some money. 

Don't talk to me honey.

Give me some time.

Baby,she don't know she's mine.

 

I don't got no job, I don't got no car.

Ain't got no cash, no credit cards.

I can't pay the rent, short fifty-cents.

Got no gold chain, where's the time went?

 

Give me some money. 

Don't talk to me honey.

Give me some time.

Baby,she don't know she's mine.

 

You need money to love me.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

OUT OF CIGARETTES

(D.Duncan)

There's too much trouble in the city lights.

I can't stop losing every single night.

How did you know that I was going blind?

What do you know about forgotten lives?

I spent all the money that I ever had.

I don't waste no time and I get out fast.

I got to ditch out on the money I owe.

I don't got no mind and I got to smoke.

 

Out!

Out!

Out!

Out of cigarettes.

 

There's too many people in the downtown street.

There's too many people standing on two feet.

How did you know that I was getting out?

What do you know? Don't make me shout!

There's so many people and there's so little time.

There's so many people in the city tonight.

I got to get out without the cost.

Who gives a fuck about the shit you lost?

 

Out!

Out!

Out!

Out of cigarettes.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

Jonathan Hall:Back-up Vocals

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

NEW HALLUCINATIONS

(D.Duncan)

Don't cha think we need the change?

Burn the books and walk away.

Can't ya see our hearts break?

Cashing these checks down at the bank.

 

Mr.Man on a mission.

Sharp twisted tongue.

Mr.Man on a mission.

Don't love no one.

 

New hallucinations.

 

Why the good times got to wait?

Love is here locked in this safe.

You found god through the tear stains.

Conversations turned into pain.

 

Mr.Man on a mission.

Don't eat no plums.

Mr.Man on a mission.

Two backwards thumbs.

 

Mr.Man on a mission.

Sharp twisted tongue.

Mr.Man on a mission.

Don't love no one. 

 

New Hallucinations.

 

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

SPINNIN' WHEEL

(D.Duncan/R.Collins)

Spread the butter on the bread.

Choke the chicken,crack the eggs.

Do the dishes in the sink.

Shut the door and let me sleep.

 

I hope that.God don't find out!

 

Little Rock,Arkansas.

Spinnin' wheel, come into you.

 

Sleeping when the sun comes up.

I hate that rooster,won't shut up.

Damn the weather sure feels good.

Waking up with morning wood.

 

I hope that.God don't find out!

 

Little Rock,Arkansas.

Spinnin' wheel, come into you.

 

Spread the butter on the bread.

Choke the chicken,crack the eggs.

Do the dishes in the sink.

Master won't you set me free.

 

I hope that.God don't find out!

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Derek Duncan:Engineer

 

BLACK CLOUDS

(D.Duncan)

Give me tomorrow.

Give me love without sorrow.

What do I do today?

Some kinda situation's driving me crazy.

No complex will have to wait.

 

What if the black clouds fall?

What would matter at all?

When the black clouds fall.

What would matter at all?

 

Don't get suspicious when you don't even kiss us.

And you look the other way.

Some people got the patience and different worries.

I got myself to blame.

 

What if the black clouds fall?

What would matter at all?

When the black clouds fall.

What would matter at all?

 

The ducks are swimming on the edge of the pond.

And I don't got no bread to toss.

If Saturday I took you out on a picnic?

Would I hate the fucking cops?

 

What if the black clouds fall?

What would matter at all?

When the black clouds fall.

What would matter at all?

 

I hate the fucking cops.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

 

TUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE

(D.Duncan)

Next time, why don't you call me on the telephone?

Next time, why don't you go and just leave me the fuck alone?

 

PCP

Wild in the streets.

 

Tumble in the jungle, baby.

Tumble in the jungle.

 

Next time, why don't you hang up on the telephone?

Next time, why don't you go and just shove me in the hole?

 

HIV

Wild in the streets.

 

Tumble in the jungle, baby.

Tumble in the jungle.

 

AT&T

Spicy like a leech.

 

Tumble in the jungle, baby.

Tumble in the jungle.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

BAD CONCENTRATION

(D.Duncan)

Snakes and snails and shotgun shells.

Cocaine that smells and sickle cells.

I love bad news but hate it worse.

I can't live like this without a nurse.

Give me something to do with my time.

This love sick lust is on my mind.

I got no one that I can blame. (and)

I get off on my complaints.

 

What we got is a bad concentration.

What you want is a hell of a lie.

 

Sticks and stones and telephone poles.

God damn the moles down in the holes.

I stay up late and sleep all day. (and)

Consummate and separate.

Sometimes I get black eyes.

I can deal with shit and I get high.

Run these thoughts through my head.

The death bed ouija words she left.

 

What we got is a bad concentration.

What you want is a hell of a lie.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

CAN'T STAND IT

(D.Duncan)

You like to fuck with my head.

You rip the heart out my chest.

You think you got your fingers down on to me.

But first you got to spread your legs.

 

I can't stand it.God damn it.

I can't stand it.What do you want from me?

 

Some people like to have fun.

Some people know what it does.

You think you got your hands down on to me.

But first you got to give me some.

 

I can't stand it.God damn it.

I can't stand it.What do you want from me?

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

WORLDS ARE BURNING

(D.Duncan)

Cold weather woman won't you give me a kiss.

I want the taste of the venom that is in her lips.

I want to find out, if she ever pouts.

Dark shadow eyes make me scream and shout.

 

Worlds are burning down.

Burning, burning down.

Bodies in plurals.

Black light fuck murals.

 

I got diseases I can't hide.

I'm torn to pieces every night.

I got diseases cut in lines.

I toss and turn and then I'll die.

 

Daddy wanna eat a piece of pie.

 

That bitch is breaking me down.

Some bitch is breaking me down.

 

Head keeps spinning me down to die.

Time keeps rhythm to winks and smiles.

I can't give up on my thoughts today.

I can't cut loose of this ball and chain.

 

Worlds are burning down.

Burning, burning down.

Bodies in plurals.

Black light fuck murals.

 

I got diseases I can't hide.

I'm torn to pieces every night.

I got diseases cut in lines.

I toss and turn and then I'll die.

 

Daddy wanna eat a piece of pie.

 

That bitch is breaking me down.

Some bitch is breaking me down.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer

 

MUCH WORSE THAN DEAD

(D.Duncan)

So,don't you cry the eyes of god are looking down on to you.

And when you make believe this honesty has turned into truth.

 

Much worse than dead.

Much worse than dead.

 

I can't explain the reasons why I act the way I have been.

Some people die, some people live to be one-hundred and ten.

 

I'll live through it.

I'll live through it.

 

So,don't you cry the hands of god are reaching down on to you.

And when you make believe this honesty has turned on to you.

 

Much worse than dead.

Much worse than dead.

Much worse than dead.

Much worse than dead.

 

Personnel:

Derek Duncan:Vocals,Guitars,Bass,Keyboards and Synthesizers

Darren Dodd:Drums

 

Kris Sampson:Record Producer

Dan Dixon:Engineer