Outskirts (Live at Christ Church, 11/3/99)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm gonna move Way out on the outskirts of town Everybody dogged me Yeah, they dogged me right on down [Chorus 1] They hit me once They hit me twice They hit me three times People, but that's all right, all right I'm gonna move I'm gonna move, yeah Way outside of town [Verse 2] Yeah, they stick it to me Right to my face They put me in the ground, they put me Right in my place [Chorus 1] They hit me once Hit me twice They hit me three times, people But that's all right, all right I'm gonna move I'm gonna move, yeah Way out on the outskirts, outskirts Way outside of my town [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] I'm tellin' you people Tell you right now You better watch your step Get yourself right out of this big [Chorus 2] They'll hit you once They'll hit you twice They'll hit you three times, people Three times, people, but that's all right, all right I'm gonna move I'm gonna move, yeah Well, I'm gonna move Well, I'm gonna move, well Way out on the outskirts, outskirts Way outside of my town [Guitar Solo] Yeah! [Percussion Solo] [Bridge] Be bop a lula, be bop, baby We're three caballeros, three gay caballeros Ridin' our banana boat Sunshine on my shoulders makes me sweaty [Verse 4] Ain't but one way out, babe Lord, I just can't go out that door Ain't but one way out, babe Lord, I just can't go out that door The man out there, he might be the ice cream man, I don't know [Guitar Solo] [Verse 5] Tellin' you people I tell you right out You better watch your step, get yourself out of this big bad St. Louis town [Chorus 4] They hit you once I tell you twice You hit me three times, people But that's all right, all right, all right I'm gonna move Yeah, I'm gonna move, yow! Huh [Spoken Outro] Thank you. We're gonna change the order of the set a little bit here, given the rather balladry--the rather quiet nature tonight of the audience, the recital-like nature. The next number in this series is an opus that was written by our drummer, Bruce Spencer. He came to me after a night of hideous dreams, dark visions. It was a painful, haunting evening for him. I told him it was the pepperoni pizza. Not believing me, he sent me off to write the lyrics to the song--a haunting, torturous melody that I've yet to get over.