Skinny Puppy lyrics

Gregory Alan Bolcer gbolcer@endeavors.com
Thu, 27 Mar 2003 02:56:44 -0800


Tom wrote:
> Yea, but goth has that dirty but Well Dressed feel. Big Black I can see
> recording in 12 day old dirty 'looms and a cum encrusted DK's
> Tshirt....Sisters of Mercy and JD I see more in velevty black jean "is my
> do messed up" sort of setting.
> 
> Yes, still al in the dingy warehouse, and thus thier interconectdedness,
> but dressed with a differnce.
> 
> -tomwsmf


Driving home last night, they played Primus' "Jerry was a
Race Car Driver" [1] on the radio last night.  When it first
came out, it had all the underground appeal of the Red
Hot Chili Peppers' "Real Men Don't Kill Coyotes", but with
the humor of Jeff Foxworthy and the twang of Mojo Nixon.

I don't think it ever sparked the same cult following,
but then again, anything on a Tony Hawk soundtrack
pretty much creates a cult through raw repetition.

Greg


[1] 

Jerry was a race car driver
 And he drove so goddamned fast
 He never did win no checkered flag
 But he never did come in last
 Jerry was a race car driver
 He'd say "El solo number one"
 With a bocephus sticker
 On his 442 he'd light 'em up
 Just for fun

 Captain Pierce was a fireman
 Richmond engine #3
 I'll be a wealthy man when I get
 A dime for all the things that
 Man taught to me
 Captain Pierce was a strong man
 Strong as any man alive
 It stuck in his craw that they
 Made him retire at the age of 65

 Jerry was a race car driver
 22 years old
 Had too many cold beers one night
 And wrapped himself around a telephone
 pole.


[2] 

Hoo, Lord !

Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood hills
The farther west, the farther out
Yeah, that's the way I feel
Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals

Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
Huh, Hollywood hills

Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood hills
Just don't show me anything
'cos that's the way I feel
Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals

Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
Huh, Hollywood hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
An' blood never lies
Pale face die

True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't kill coyotes
Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood hills
The farther west, the farther out
Yeah, that's the way I feel
Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals

Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
Huh, Hollywood hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
An' blood never lies
Pale face die

True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't...

Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood hills
Just don't tell me anything
'cos that's the way I feel
Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals

Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
Huh, Hollywood hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
An' blood never lies
Pale face die

True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't...
True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't...
True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't...