What did you do on your summer vacation? We went to Disneyland, then to the beach What a relief from the pain and frustration Feeling like heaven is just out of reach What did you see on your summer vacation? We saw an airliner crash in a field Dazzling color in full animation Stereo sound effects like it was real It was magic, it was tragic It was a once in a lifetime experience Mystic, artistic It was something I’ll never forget We had a ball on our summer vacation Ma kept her Polaroid ready to shoot Gathering visual documentation Of all of the wonders encountered en route You can’t imagine my mama’s elation When she saw a vision of God in the street Somebody hit her without provocation She took a picture of somebody’s feet (Chorus)

The wizard of Dallas Sits in his palace Nurtures his malice While he watches TV Saint Anne of the suburbs Paints by the numbers Silently suffers For you and for me And that’s life as we know it Deep in the heartland Laden with riches And tortured by dreams Life as we know it Stuck in the heartland Frayed at the edges And torn at the seams The master of halfbacks Canceled his contract To dance to the laugh track Inside of his head The Marquis d’Money Married a bunny Carries a gun Even when he’s in bed (Chorus)

Johnny’s daddy’s out there driving the lane Johnny’s mama’s into playing the pain She driving Johnny onto fortune and fame He knows life is a struggle, so go for the jugular Baby vampires, they got to will to survive They may be better off dead, but they’re dead or alive Little Johnny’s learning how to be white He’s just a little bit allergic to light Mama think there’s something wrong with his bite But Johnny knows better, and he’s gonna get her Baby vampires, they’re a species apart They’re building empires, need a stake in the heart Baby vampires, they got to will to survive They may be better off dead, but they’re dead or alive (Fangs) We’re gonna live forever We’re gonna learn how to fly (high) Learn how to lean on the lever People will see us and die (die) We’re gonna blot out the heavens Cover the sky with our wings (Fangs) Try to forget or forgive us You’re gonna remember those things Baby vampires, they’re a species apart They’re building empires, need a stake in the heart

Young man of my time Neatly tailored and as sleek as a shark I walked a delicate line Until I overheard a passing remark Was at the elegant brunch Before the charity auction And I threw the punch That cost me a fortune Whoa, the spur of the moment It’s as sharp as a barber’s razor The spur of the moment Shines brighter than chrome Whoa, the spur of the moment It’s as swift as a surgeon’s laser The spur of the moment Cuts right to the bone Oh, I bought her a house In a beautiful section of town And like a beautiful spouse I would dress her up and take her around She had her dreams It seemed like nothing can touch her Till she met Darlene Her aerobics instructor (Chorus)

There’s toxic waste in the jungle Bad seeds in your lawn You say the servants have seen you Without anything on When you get your handout on Tuesday Play a good round of golf Sudden death on the freeway Make it hard to get off Put it out of your mind, sweet baby baby Put it out of your mind Get it out of your sight And out of your mind Cuz that old world outside It’s as cold as it seems It’s so much better to hide Inside of your dreams When you got your detailed agenda You got your ducks in a row There’s music on the veranda Persian rugs on the floor Still it seems like nothing’s for certain Still it seems like nothing’s complete Now there’s blood on the curtain And he’s dead in the street (Chorus)

They say the eye is a camera, baby That the heart is a gun The eye is a flashbulb, lady And the heart is a sun When the eye see the buildings burning Well the heart sees the same But when the eye see the bodies turning Well the heart’s taking names And life is coming to get ya, baby It ain’t no walk in the park So if you want to get the picture, lady You better learn to take a shot in the dark That’s what you do That’s all there is That’s all you can do Except live They say the eye is a camera, baby That the heart is a prayer The eye see the answers, maybe But the heart does not care They say the eye is a window, honey But the heart is a door That mean the eye keep the bureau running While the heart runs the war (Chorus) You know the eye is a stranger, honey Where the heart is a king When the eye see the danger coming While the heart does its thang They say the eye is a camera, baby Now the heart is a gun So when the eye see the answers, lady Well the heart gets it done They say the eye is a camera, baby That’s all it is That’s all it is

Well, it was oh so dramatic The night he shot you on full automatic And now you say it’s not you Well, I ain’t that ecstatic But hon, I think he got you And now he’s gonna get you seen There must be more to the plan Than I can discover You don’t smile for the camera You don’t smile for your lover Now as for an answer You just show me the cover of some high-style magazine Honey, I don’t need a picture To make me wanna touch you I don’t need a picture To make you wanna dance I don’t need a hot director To tell me how to touch you I don’t need a picture I just need a chance Honey, your kinda passion Depends on depiction You call it fashion And I call it fiction My kind of passion You feel through the friction If you know what I mean (Chorus) All night long We’re out there seeing and being seen You call it stylish I call it childish I can’t imagine what it might mean Cuz I don’t need a picture To make me wanna love you I don’t need a picture To carry while you’re gone I don’t need a hot director A digital projector Some 40-watt collector While I got a song (Chorus)

Hell sent and heaven bent The kids are alright, but they’re not content They got the hot wheels and lacquered steel The life’s phony, but the deaths are real And it’s hot trucks and rotten luck The kids are alright, but the actions suck Another low ride, electric glide Oops, another accidental suicide There’s a light, there’s a light Out on the highway Burning bright, every night To share in the truth There’s a light, there’s a light Out on the highway Flaming youth And if the North Pole will rock and roll The kids are alright, but the eyes are cold They make the namesakes of the same mistakes You gotta hit the fame before ya hit the brakes (Chorus) The kids are alright And yet the North Pole will rock and roll The kids are alright They got the hot wheels and lacquered steel The kids are alright This coke’s overdose The kids are alright They got all that stuff, but it’s not enough The kids are alright Hell bent and heaven sent The kids are alright

I sing of the swift and mysterious style Of Billy the kid and of Oscar the wild Upstarts and outlaws and lords of the night With destinies dark as their spirits were light Now Oscar the liar and Billy the thief Subscribed to no orthodox code of belief But they mastered each moment that passed like the wind With a quicksilver motion of the pistol or pen Cuz when you’re fresh as a flower and you’re quick as a snake And you’re full of the power of the magic you make Decisions just flow from you lighter than air Crisp and seditious and vicious but fair Singin’ Stand and deliver right down to your boots For I’m quick on the trigger and I brook no disputes I will take what I fancy and burn all the rest And leave you like Adam in your innocence dressed One grew from the seed of the Irish elite One sprang like a weed through a crack in the street But who’s to say which is more blessed or more cursed The worst of the best or the best of the worst? Cuz in the great homes of Dublin or the Manhattan slums In the heart of the child is the man he becomes The great Irish surgeon and the Manhattan whore Got a highway to hell that run right by the door That young Billy rode west on as a dangerous teen And Oscar come dressed like some outrageous queen But they could both tree a town, take the money and run One wagging his pistol, the other his tongue So’s ya keep movin’ on and you never look back Livin’ out on your own, there’s no side of the track Cuz you come and you’re gone with a price on your head Where they’re two kinds of outlaws, the quick and the dead In the bloom days of Leadville goes the local vignette Out lookin’ for love without guilt or regret These veteran highwaymen met face to face In the hall of a whorehouse for specialized taste In a candlelit room full of envious eyes They shared them a meal and some excellent lies With a Black girl in buckskin and a Blackfoot in drag For Billy the virgin and Oscar the fag And they dwelt upon matters of language and art And the relative size of their masculine parts And the need to admit what you do in the dark When you’re livin’ by your wits and you shoot from the heart And you squander the treasure but you treasure the blame And you take every pleasure to the threshold of pain And you measure your freedom by the weight of your chains In the terror and wonder of the ultimate game So wasted on red eye and green aperitif And in total contempt of the Leadville police They strolled down the block smokin’ French cigarettes And they purchased an ad in the Leadville Gazette And it was published on Sunday in a black-bordered box And headlined, “Attention All Critics and Cops” Two desperate outlaws deserving the name Seek one honest Christian with a comparable claim And we’ll gladly reward any upstanding man Who does what he must and not just what he can Who don’t need a heaven to live or to die Or need to be threatened to reach for the sky Cuz we’ve come to discover that the wrong and the write They define one another like the day and the night That there’s none free and equal this side of the grave But the good and the evil and the equally brave But they waited in vain in the gatherin’ dusk On the edge of the plain while their hearts filled with dust From explaining to friends they knew better than trust That the wages of fame is just ashes and rust That you set all you’ve won up against what you’ve lost The wonders you’ve done with the lovers they’ve cost And it’s rising expenses on a descending curve Toward the ultimate failure of muscle and nerve And though there’s more to the journey than distance traversed And the price of the ticket comes out of the purse Still the end when it came it seemed too well rehearsed Though Oscar fell painfully, Billy fell first And there followed this audible sigh of relief From the bankers and the lawyers and the merchants of grief Who could now pray on Sunday and then prey on the weak Untroubled by outlaws with a moral critique Then all that remain was the bravest and best Of these hellbent and hardbitten hearts of the West It shines undiminished right down to this day As pure and unblemished as Dorian Gray But they never were victims of dishonest praise Nor the innocent symptoms of a social malaise They just did not believe and they did not belong And they done evil deeds just because they were wrong And now Billy and Oscar, the wicked and dead, Have rented this duplex inside of my head They’re back with a vengeance and takin’ down names With the willing assistance of a fella who claims If you think they were heroes you better keep this in mind That they hated your kith and they hated your kind And they gave not a thought to the trust they betrayed By the turn of a phrase or the thrust of a blade And so assholes and bureaucrats, take my advice You had better walk clear or you’d better talk nice Cuz we’re hot on your trail and we’re not on your side Better forward your mail, shoot the wounded and ride Cuz when we got all you desk jockeys safe behind bars Claimed all of the neon and some of the cars Me and Billy and Oscar and the girls and guitars Will be down in the gutter lookin’ up at the stars Singin’ Stand and deliver right down to your boots For we’re quick on the trigger and we brook no disputes We will take what we fancy and burn all the rest And leave you like Adam in your innocence dressed