Tr15- Incident #7: Smoke 

This is one of only two items not composed in the 1980's. 

Help! It's the Police! 

 

Tr16- Chapter 9: Babylon Be Praised 

This 2017 version has the same arrangement as the original 1983 Casio duck-voice version. 

Lyrics… 

I come from out of the shadows 
down underneath far from all this glory in the Heavens 
I can't think and I can't breathe just standing here 
humbled by your overwhelming presence 
We'll hit the beaches… we'll come up fighting 
We'll take the blame for it all 
Until Old Glory stands on every flattened peasant 

Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader 
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod, 
it pays to be right with God 
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath 

We don't want anymore speeches 
We've suffered a bad case of rhetoric constipation 
We won't be making anymore disposable lives 
or any binding arbitration 
We like a steady job, a plot of bricks and sod 
We like a room with a view 
and a screen full of happy news 
a team that will never lose might just do 

Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader 
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod, 
it pays to be right with God 
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath 

Hey, Mr. President! Do you see these little guys 
underneath this Great Administration? 
No, you'd rather smash your fists 
into creeps and columnists 
A hero of a new Holy War 
Never speak the whole truth aloud 
Until every knee is bowed or broken 

Praise Babylon and Hail be upon our Great Leader 
A shake or salute, a wink or a nod, 
Pay to be right with God 
Praise Babylon with all of our last breath 

  

Tr17- Incident #8: Sonar 

Sonar was a set staple for two bands over a span of three years. The Vapors is one of its many rehearsal-night parodies. 

 

Tr18- Chapter 10: Don't Make Me Angry 

My pal Frank gave out one worthy piece of advice about seeing things through and getting things done. He said ya have to get angry. He's right. Thanks, Frank. I'm angry that you're dead so I saw it through and got it done. 

Lyrics… 

I will forget my thoughts 
I won't make is from ought 
I will make peace with me 
That's where I want to be 

It's time to clean the house 
I want my mighty mouse 
to have a tidy pad 
just like the righteous have 

I am a pond of stillness 
I am no source of willfulness 
I have no axe to grind 
that makes me one of a kind 

I am the eye in the storm 
I'm looking straight at the norm 
I'm neither hard nor soft 
so don't you dare piss me off 

my propeller beanie 
lifts me above the scenery 
I see where the war zone lies 
With my x-ray vision 
I can spot the division 
it's right behind your eyes 

It hurts to take it in 
It gets under my skin 
I need to make it stop 
or I will blow my top 

Shivering orphaned puppies 
puppies will make me sleep 
Wake up with a kitten video 
a daytrip to the clown rodeo 
then a nap under the gumball tree 
that will make me not angry 

dangerous brains bring bluster back bravely get me angry 
boisterous dudes duck dusty dirt deftly get me angry 
aggregate aides act as angular agents get me angry 
malodorous misfits make magnificent morons get me- 

Shivering orphaned puppies 
puppies will make us sleep 
Wake up with a kitten video 
a daytrip to the clown rodeo 
then a nap under the gumball tree 
that will make me not angry 

we need to sleep we want to eat 
we need to breathe and rest our feet 
No time for tea sound the alarm 
before our brains do further harm 

How come our brains can't see one view? 
Our blood and bone know what to do 

Get angry 

 

Tr19- Incident #9: The Pall 

Thanks, Ron. 

  
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