Samm Bennett: selected lyrics from THE BIG OFF (1993)
	desert story a hundred and seven degrees with the sun beating down about a hundred miles to the nearest town i'm working here at this gas station every day i seen you coming long before you arrived and i'll watch you driving away i live with my daddy in that little house right over there there's a picture on the wall inside and that's him when he still had his teeth and most of his hair he doesn't do much these days he just sits in his room the lord's gonna come and take him any day now i got a feeling it's gonna be soon the big tank is getting low time to call the supplier but then again we got plenty of gasoline to start us a big old fire that old house and this station can go up in flames people passing by might wonder what happened but they never even knew our names
	buckets and big ideas like a horse to the water you can lead me to it but if i don't wanna drink you can't make me do it down at the combination slaughterhouse & restaurant five'll get you twenty but a ten'll get you what you want want mean enough to fight a circle sawmill with a tongue like a bell clapper chewing up an ant hill pocket fulla nothing to take he shake your hand like he was clubbing a snake i don't wanna kill two birds with one stone i don't wanna kill one bird with two stones i don't wanna kill no bird with no stone gonna take my bucket and my big ideas and go home down at the combination golf course and cemetary life is fulla blisters and it ain't no bowl of strawberries buck tooth and ugly as a mud fence just up and fell out without a half a penny spent a real fence lifter i can tell you true but ugly as a skunk cabbage what can you do half again as much as what you never had you got the gimme gimmes yeah you got em really bad i don't wanna kill two birds with one stone i don't wanna kill one bird with two stones i don't wanna kill no bird with no stone gonna take my bucket and my big ideas and go home
	little money creek i crossed little money creek and headed up to moose jaw when you're always only 1/2 way there it's slim pickings by the roadside a couple of bones and an old jack boot do yourself a favor it's a hell of a route i crossed little money creek and headed up to moose jaw there aint a friend to be made past the montezuma county line just over the mckenzie bridge there's a sheriff just a'waiting for you every time you could balance a boulder on the head of a pin you could be the virgin mary but they'll still run you in there aint a friend to be made past the montezuma county line i keep on moving around but where i really wanna move is right straight up feet off the ground nose in the sky and everybody below getting further away further away further away i woke up in bella coola where the chatahootchy river turns into steam all the fish get up and walk around and the people back in moosejaw know what it means you could roll right over and go back to sleep but these bella coola women want your soul to keep they wann make you believe you never even been across little money creek across little money creek
	nervous laughter with that tremolo in your voice and that little tear on your cheek you could take the world and turn it upside down you could keep the questions going round & round you could take a piece of shapeless clay and mold it into mister right any man would think it looks just like himself and be glad to live there on your knick-knack shelf but it's not a collection you're after when you look for something better and all you get is nervous laughter as another one falls in line behind the promise of something new you don't know what you want no you don't have a clue and he ain't got the answer but he knows what to do so you both just go on the common perception that your mutual interests lie in mutual deception but like clockwork on the morning after you give yourselves away with the sound of your nervous laughter after all of those reckless nights all the faces turn into one but now he's out of the fire and the frying pan and we're talking about you man to man he tells me that you'll make me a liar well if that's so i'd like to inquire if you make me a fake tell me who am i faking for lemme know now who i might be mistaken for cause there's one kind of truth that i'm after and i believe i can hear it in the sound of your nervous laughter
	morning incident he woke up in his bed put his feet on his floor fed his dog and his wife threw his shoes out the door and said mister don't you come back til you bring me a reason to live or some small shiny thing she woke up to the strains of the traffic outside she stepped up to her window and opened it wide and leaned out to look at the people below and accidentally dislodged a loose brick near the window... a heavy object falls much faster than a lighter one and lucky is the man who stops to buy a coffee thereby causing slight delay and missing his appointment with a heavy object falling that otherwise would've landed square on his head he looked down at the brick that had narrowly missed he looked up and saw a woman blow him a kiss and a feather drifting lazily down came to rest at his feet near the brick on the ground he tied the feather to the brick and headed for home his dog was wagging his tail his wife inside on the phone he left the brick at the doorstep with the feather attched he turned round and kept walking and he never went back
	billions & billions of hamburgers sold madonna at mcdonalds eating some fries but she's got no shake and nixon strolling on the lunar surface turn off that goddamn tv for god's sake billions and billions of hamburgers sold billions and billions of hamburgers sold billions and billions of hamburgers sold mountains of sugar being fed to the robots salt in the wounds of your g.i. joe helicopters buzzing over big used car lots we must've won the war john wayne sez so billions and billions of hamburgers sold billions and billions of hamburgers sold billions and billions of hamburgers sold surgical strikes and potato(e) chip caseroles billowy clouds of carbon monoxide pieces of styrofoam bottle of geritol statues of elvis lined up by the roadside billions and billions of hamburgers sold billions and billions of hamburgers sold billions and billions of hamburgers sold
	all lyrics copyright Sammm Bennett published by Directional Music (BMI)