Violent Femmes - Mother Of A Girl

You look like you could be the mother of a girl

a girl I hated more than any other girl in the world

the way I let her treat me was totally a disgrace

I wanted to permanently wipe that smile off her face

no I'm not joking

yes I was choking

You look like you could be the mother of a girl

a girl I loved more than any other girl in the world

the way that i treated her was totally a crime

I wanted to permanently wipe the joy out of my mind

No I'm not joking

yes I was choking

You look like you could be the mother of a boy

who bored me more than any other man in the land

the way that he dogged me like I was totally a jerk

I wanted to permanently pound his prick into the dirt

no I'm not joking

yes I was choking

Violent Femmes - Dating Days

Three women
In thirty days
Tell me seriously
Our dating days
Are over and done
Are dead and gone
It seems that no matter how much I drink
I seem to still stay sober
It seems that no matter how young I am
I seem to still feel older
Three men are going to hell
Thirty women are going to jail
Jonah swore he swallowed the whale
Thirty thirsty women
Three hundred women in three hours
Told me boy forget the flowers
Christ told a man called 1 legion
Come into the fold and start preachin'
Your devil days are over and gone
Your weary days are dead and done
Your happiness has begun

Violent Femmes - Telephone Book

I look at my telephone book
I can't stand the way it look
I hate to think the way you took
me down into a burnin' rage
I wrote your name on every page
but you don't return my calls
you don't return my calls
you don't return my calls
I'm ready to bust down the walls
I'm going down Niagara Falls
in a barrel of fun
hey ain't I a lucky one
you don't return my calls
my telephone book is the color red
my telephone book is the color red
the red is all in my head
some things are left better unsaid
is that why you don't try
to acknowledge or reply
you don't return my calls
why did you hear from an old friend
I knew once way back when
I did some bad things to myself and my health
or did you happen to hear an old song I once sang
did it make your sweet sweet blood run cold in your veins
and will you never think of me the same

Violent Femmes - Lies

Well I'm reading this poem
And it's so profound
And I like its rhythm
And I like its sound
It's by a very famous poet
No critic can criticise
And then I pause a moment
And I start to realize

He's tellin'
Lies, lies, lies

On the motel TV.
I dig the evangelist
He'll tell you all about that
And then he tell you all about this
He's preachin' up a storm
By the sea of Galilee
He's mixin' up the truth
With something funny I start to see

He's tellin'
Lies, lies, lies

I never had this problem
With nobody in the government
I guess I always figured
They never mean what they meant
And God help us all
Not to be so stone surprised
When we wake up in the stars
With the skies in our eyes

If we keep tellin'
Lies, lies, lies