There's a moral obligation to fix what should not be Four crosses on that mountain curve Tomorrow, there'll be three Thursday night at 6pm, he called it teaching class He'd take the stage at TJ's, spilling Miller from a glass As he waved his arm to make a point, making contact with his eyes No question could take Tommy by surprise He'd lecture on philosophy to the students and the drunks He'd answer anything they asked, he didn't give a fuck Like Socrates meets Carlin, the best mind that I knew And he taught the way the ancient Greeks would do Philosophy's for the people, Tommy said He'd have much more to say if Tommy wasn't dead We should carry out the wishes of the good friends that we've lost So tonight I'm gonna tear down Tommy's cross Tommy talked about religion with casual contempt He said the goddamned Christians were the reason Jesus wept And God is just the name we give our arrogance and pride There's no soul to go to heaven when we die Tommy rode a BSA, a vintage racing bike Not fast by modern standards, but that's one thing Tommy liked He could ride it on its ragged edge, just keeping it on the road He loved it like a girlfriend and it showed That bike went off that switchback about eight o'clock at night Cops said that he was sober, the pavement clean and dry They told his mom he broke his neck, he didn't feel no pain Tommy'd say that that was nonsense clear and plain They put that cross where Tommy hit the guardrail and went down Coz no one would see it down the cliff where Tommy hit the ground He called gravestones an illusion, just another crooked scam Coz someday soon, no one would give a damn Philosophy's for the people, Tommy said He'd have much more to say if Tommy wasn't dead We should carry out the wishes of the good friends that we've lost So tonight I'm gonna tear down Tommy's cross Tommy always told us watch their hands and not their mouths Coz words are lies and platitudes, it's what you do that counts So I'm gonna take this action for my teacher and my friend And try to bring his story to an end Tommy'd say that's bullshit man, you're doing this for you I'm dead so I can't give a fuck, there's nothing you can do I'd take a drink and say if you're so smart and you're so dead Why do I hear your voice inside my head? There's a quarter moon to watch me at that lonely darkened curve The cross is in the headlights, I'm gathering my nerve I yank that cross loose and I toss it in my pickup bed And finally believe that Tommy's dead Philosophy's for the people, Tommy said He'd have much more to say if Tommy wasn't dead We should carry out the wishes of the good friends that we've lost So tonight I'm gonna tear down Tommy's cross There's a moral obligation to fix what should not be Four crosses on that mountain curve But now there's only three

We would have hired Guns'n'Roses for the wedding band Ozzy Osbourne for the priest With your bridesmaids in their corsets of electric blue And your blood red satin dress We would have consummated right there on the altar We would have flown the mighty Concorde to Amsterdam On to Ireland and Spain Then we'd take an antique seaplane to our island with a palm tree Crown ourselves the king and queen We would have started our own dynasty Now you're the Devil's Angel You left me here alone Mine's the first soul you sent to Hell You're the Devil's Angel With dragon wings and hair of fire And your laughter's blood and pain And it had to be closed casket Now my leather doesn't fit me anymore You're the Devil's Angel We would have tied the knot when we found out your were knocked up Worked a second job at night We would have screamed our lungs out trying to quit smoking Sold the Trans Am for a grand We would have turned into everything that we hate Now you're the Devil's Angel You left me here alone Mine's the first soul you sent to Hell You're the Devil's Angel With dragon wings and hair of fire And your laughter's blood and pain And it had to be closed casket Now my leather doesn't fit me anymore You're the Devil's Angel Trying to fly home Running out of gas All I see is blue Where the hell is our island?

There are times when the struggle seems impossible Like no one has successfully resisted There's an army that you join when you fight back anyway An army that you never knew existed We are everywhere, in each act of insurrection We're millions of ordinary faces We are senators and prisoners, we are villagers and pirates We find allies in the strangest of places They oppress you 'cause they hate you They hate you 'cause they fear you They fear you 'cause they know you're not alone The grains of sand are washing off the levees that they built And the raging river's coming for their throne Remember this, that freedom is spontaneous Rebellion is rebellion everywhere Remember that, that oppression is unnatural Rebellion's made of hope and not despair They cannot defeat an army that's fighting for their freedom They can't enslave someone who'd rather die And we never know which battle breaks the siege Remember this - remember this - and try They oppress you 'cause they hate you They hate you 'cause they fear you They fear you 'cause they know you're not alone The grains of sand are washing off the levees that they built And the raging river's coming for their throne

Driving through Wisconsin, going to or from Chicago You're probably stuck on highway 94 You may need gas or coffee or you maybe wanna pee More likely you're just feeling really bored Construction cones and moo-cows, radar traps and roadkill Billboards shouting everywhere you see The billboards tell you what's in store if you dare leave ol' 94 Fireworks, pornography & cheese The Dells are just a tourist trap, Madison's just students Some people drink Milwaukee's shitty beer No one knows why Tomah's there, that's also true about Eau Claire Hudson just means Minnesota's near We'll save the best for the middle (or well maybe, I won't go there) The punch line of this joke, Menomonie Menomonie, monotony, monotony, monotony Fireworks, pornography & cheese The highway, America's love affair with road trips The slowest way of getting there - no, that's steamships But steamships cannot get you across Wisconsin It's not slow, it's just way too long Are we there yet? Harleys in the summer, snowplows when it snows Trailers filled up to the brim with junk Buses, milk trucks, moving vans, SUVs with Packer fans Rusty cars with deer strapped to the drunk Smoke bombs and M-80s, [insert something pornographic here] Cheese of almost every sort but brie You can live without this stuff, but you don't really wanna Fireworks, pornography & cheese Your money's gone and so's your gas, you can't escape Wisconsin Your car's filled with explosives, food, and sleaze You didn't mean to buy it all, but you just had to go there Fireworks, pornography & cheese

John Henry was an artist with a hammer The only thing that he could understand He said there's only one thing that I know for sure Gonna die with this hammer in my hand, lord lord Die with this hammer in my hand One day the Boss Man bought a steam drill Took it out for all the men to see Boss Man said why should I pay you lazy bums When this steam drill will work for free, lord lord This steam drill will work for free John Henry said I'm faster than this steam drill I'll die before it proves me wrong And if I should lose to this rusty hunk of shit I'm gonna leave you with one hell of a song, lord lord Leave you with one hell of a song They both started hammering that rock face Both hammers pounding in time John Henry hammered fourteen inches Steam drill only hammered nine, lord lord Steam drill only hammered nine Everybody cheered for John Henry Everybody knew he was ahead But that steam drill just kept on pounding Poor John Henry dropped dead, lord lord Poor John Henry dropped dead The Boss Man just laughed when John Henry fell He turned around and this is what he say I don't give a shit which one was faster Steam drill's gonna take your jobs away, lord lord Steam drill's gonna take your jobs away Steam drill don't quit, steam drill don't get sick Steam drill don't get drunk and fight Steam drill only does what I tell it to Steam drill don't know wrong from right, lord lorrd Steam drill don't know wrong from right Steam drill don't love nothing Steam drill's got no pride A man needs to believe that he matters That's why John Henry died, lord lord That's why John Henry died They dumped John Henry's body in an unmarked grave There's no cross to tell us where he died Nobody cries or says a goddamned thing Any time a train rolls by, lord lord Any time a train rolls by Now the steam drill's forgotten in a junkyard John Henry's in an unmarked grave John Henry bet his life against the future Boss Man wins it either way, lord lord Boss Man wins it either way

There are dreams too true for this world Dreams are more than right or wrong And I dreamed of Jerry's music And I tried to learn his song In my dream he was still with us He got better, he grew old And he sang of the blackest diamond Told a story never told There are songs too true for this world Songs no taper can record And all I learned was this simple rhythm All I remembered were these simple chords Dawg's mandolin, and Hunter's lyrics Pedal steel and sweet guitar And a choir like fallen angels And Jerry's voice like a falling star There is love too true for this world Love as pure as time is long Love beyond mere understanding Not a million souls, not a million songs Chuang-Tzu's butterfly plays this love song Sings the lyrics I can't see The words I sing are just a shadow My heart's a mystery even to me There are truths too true for this world We call them fantasy, we call them lies The truth we know is not the true truth Our greatest wisdom never wise In the shadow of the diamond Shines a light we'll never see And in the heart of the blackest diamond Sings the song that sets us free

What do clowns eat? Maybe they eat cotton candy What do clowns eat? Maybe they eat bubble gum What do clowns eat? Maybe they eat pie in the face What do clowns eat Maybe they eat children