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Glass Eye
by The Songfight Orchestra

Look for the man with the glass eye.

GLASS EYE / King Arthur

I swear I haven't said a word to Ernie,
Some reason, Ernie feels compelled to say to me
"Did you see that guy / with the green glass eye?
Who does he think he's supposed to be?"
I don't even know this person's real;
Ernie's never brought him up before
I decide to try laughing uncontrollably
And that seems to be what Ernie's looking for.

Ernie's just your brain on drugs.
Ernie is your brain on drugs.
And you can do what you will
To try to sweep the poor boy under the rug,
But Ernie is your brain on drugs.

We're sittin' 'round at Bobby's doin' nothing,
Ernie just gets up and walks away
I count slowly up to ten / and if he ain't back by then
Don't expect him back 'til Saturday.
I don't know just where it is he goes,
I don't wanna know just what he does.
I'm not sure Ernie even knows
Who he is, who he ever was.

(chorus)

And the sky turns pearl / the colors swirl
Just another soft parade for him to rain on.
Time slows down and then / it starts all over again
Ernie is your brain on? Ernie, turn your brain on!

Ernie's just your brain on drugs.
Ernie is your brain on drugs.
I've been to his house, he just smiles and he shrugs,
Says it's okay to ignore the invisible bugs
He turns out the light and then he pulls out the plugs
You can do what you will
To try to sweep the poor boy under the rug,
Ernie's just your brain on drugs.

Doctor Worm - Glass Eye

I live to see the day when no one in the world can speak my name
When we're all in the dark about the times
When all we ever do is close our eyes

I live from day to day while looking at the world in shades of grey
With no one here to whisper or proclaim
They're happy with the way that we became

Maybe with time or maybe with practice
I can let it slip away
Learn to let myself feel

[chorus]
Act on your own
What makes you think that it's all right?
What can you earn if you don't try?
Laughing alone
How can you think that I won't cry?
You'd bring a tear to a glass eye

I live to make my way through battlefields and bombs so I can say
We're everything we love and what we fear
We live and when we're done, we disappear

Maybe with time or maybe with effort
I can let it fall away
Learn to let myself feel

[chorus]

If it feels so real
Then why not let it happen?
Why not let things change?
Why not live free?

[chorus]

Angryfolkband - Glass Eye

He stands on the bridge with his one good leg
He clutches a spyglass in his one good hand
He listens to the crashing waves with his one good ear
Peering through his glass eye for any sign of land

Peering through his glass eye, oh he'll be looking long
He's got one eye made of glass and the other eye is gone

He watches all the rum stores and the sailors are all drunk
He watches out for rocks, and his every ship is sunk
He watches out for pirates, and his whole crew is dead
His library's extensive, but every book's unread.

Peering through his glass eye, oh he'll be looking long
He's got one eye made of glass and the other eye is gone

He lost one leg in the war and the other's made of wood
He's got a hook for one hand, he'd lose that if he could
He's an unsuccessful sailor, his choice of work is poor
You'd think he'd change his mind, but he lost that in the war

He's an unsuccessful sailor, his tale's sad to tell
Half of him is living and the other half's in hell.

He's a lame-ass crippled pirate, misfortune's only friend
At least there won't be much to bury when he meets his bitter end.

Glass Eye (The Pirate's Creed)

No earth I'll break (in the mornin')
No fruit I'll reap (no mama)
Till the Queen is dead (dead)
And all are free (well)

But kill all English (kill them dead)
that pass my sight (all)
this I swear (I swear)
by my glass eye (well)

Glass Eye
by WreckdoM

My glass eye
I cannot see out of my glass eye
Plastic hand
I cannot feel with my plastic hand
I’m not complete
And I guess I’ll never be
I’m not complete
And I guess I’ll never be
And my toupee keeps falling off
Falling off
And my toupee keeps falling off
Falling off

My glass eye
She looks at me in my glass eye
Plastic hand
She takes me by my plastic hand
I’m not complete
But now I’m feeling free
I’m not complete
But at least I’m feeling free
And my toupee can fly away
Fly away
And my toupee can fly away
Fly away

Glass Eye
by Eight Legged Oedipus
(C) 2005 Pure Greed Records


Your mom's an optometrist and your sister is blind as a bat
You're a spivak
And your uncle's got a carbuncle
Gobs of crunk blaring out of his trunk
You're scarfing skunch
You sack your lunch
You freak the frump
You think you're the shit like the ubermensch
But your crotch got a stench like a borscht at best
You got manbreasts and you always wear a vest
Cuz the goiter on your neck makes your pimples start to tinkle
You get so spastic, so mantastic
Spackle this
Your bulbous bitch got flapjack tits and a vulva twitch

Your halfit nephew suckerpunched your right side
But you're not quite blind
You got just one glass eye

So you say you got a brobdingnagian pimpmobile for real
Wankel rotary engine wheels
Your shoes emasculate you and your blastulas diffuse
When you try to pluralize your spores all die
Ho's rufes punani cause all the hootenanny
Gives the grunties to the nanny and leukemia to many
And you squick them till their fannies need palliative planning
While your saddlebagging granny queefs a pooter from her cooter
Oops, the yardage of your buttocks smeared the Xerox
Clean that shit
A pablum thick, all bootylicious, moist, and sick

Your halfit nephew suckerpunched your right side
But you're not quite blind
You got just one glass eye

Oh
Jammon
Cheow
Kah

Your allocution's nigh and your prospectus is a lie
You can't skolemize
You think you're smart you blame the oligarchy but it's Jim Tyrrell
You porngasmed with borrowed cum
You cosmic chung!
Your album's shroat cause you can't sing a note
With a megaphone in a bungalow
No amicability
Your relationship's weak
You canoodling freak
You're so retarded, brokenhearted
Music?
Your drummer's a dumb muthafucka and your bass player's so damn fat
His gulch is steeped with shrubbery and STDs

Your halfit nephew suckerpunched your right side
But you're not quite blind
You got just one glass eye

Oh
Jammon
Cheow
Kah