Fruitcakes

Fruitcakes - The Hit Co.

You know I was talking to

My friend desdemona

She Runs this space station and bake shop

Down near boomtown.

She told

Me that human beings are

Flawed individuals.

The cosmic bakers

Took us out of the oven

A little too early.

And thats the

Reason were as crazy as we

Are and I believe it.

Take for example when you go

To the movies these days,

You know.

They try to sell you this jumbo drink,

8 extra ounces of watered

Down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents.

I don't want it.

I don't want that much organziation

I want my junior mints.

Where did the junior mints go in the

Movies. I don't want a 12 lb.

Nestles crunch for 25 dollars.

I Want junior mints.

We need more fruitcakes in

This world and less bakers!

We need people that care!

I'm mad as hell!

And I don't want to

Take it anymore!

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Struttin naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven

Half-baked people on the bus

There's a little bit of

Fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, lost and found

Paradise, take a look around

I was out in california where

I hear they have it all

They got riots, fires, mud slides

They've got sushi in the mall

Water bars, brontasaurs,

Chinese modern lust

Shake and bake life with the quake

The secrets in the crust

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Struttin naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven

Half-baked people on the bus

There's a little bit of fruitcake

Left in everyone of us

Speakin of fruitcakes,

How about the government?

Your tax dollars at work.

We lost our martian rocket ship

The high paid spokesman said

Looks like that silly rocket ship

Has lost its cone shaped head

We spent 90 jillion dollars

Trying to get a look at mars

I hear universal laughter

Ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy

Fuitcakes on the earth

Struttin naked towards eternity

We've been that way since birth

Half-baked cookies in the oven

Half-baked people on the bus

There's a little bit of

Fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion! religion! oh,

There's a thin line between saturday

Night and sunday morning. here we go now.

Alright, alter boys.

Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa

Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple

Religion is in the hands

Of some crazy-a** people

Television preachers with bad hair and dimples

The gods honest truth is it's not that simple

It's the buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me

It's the muslim in him,

She's catholic ain't she?

It's the born again look

It's the wasp and the jew

Tell me what's goin on,

I ain't gotta clue

Now here comes the big ones.

Relationships! we all got em, we

All want em. what do we do with em?

Here we go, I'll tell ya.

She said you gotta do your fair share

Now cough up half the rent

I treat my body like a temple

You treat yours like a tent

But the right word at the right time

May get me a little hug

Thats the difference between lightning

And a harmless lightnin bug

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Struttin naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven

Half-baked people on the bus

Theres a little bit of fruitcake

Left in everyone of us

The future. captains log,

Stardate two thousand and something.

Were seven years from the millenium

Thats a science fiction fact

Stanley kubrick and his buddy hal

Now don't look that abstract

So I'll put on my bob marley tape

And practice what I preach

Get jah lost in the reggae mon

As I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity

Really is the only way

It's a jungle out there kiddies

Have a very fruitful day

Hey.

Fruitcakes in the kitchen

Fruitcakes on the street

Struttin naked through the crosswalk

In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven

Half-baked people on the bus

There's a little bit of

Fruitcake left in everyone of us

Thats right, you too.

Yeah those crumbs are spread all around

This universe.

I've seen fruitcakes.

I saw this guy in santa

Monica rollerskate naked

Through the crosswalk. down in new

Orleans in the french market

There are fruitcakes like you cannot

Believe. new york, forget it.

Fruitcake city. down island, we've got

Fruitcakes. spread them crumbs around.

Thats right, we want

Em around.

Keep bakin baby.

Keep bakin.