The Weird Lovemakers "Flu Shot" Lyrics


If you lost the insert from the album, or, for those of you are all punk rock and shit and taped the album off a friend, you can read the words here.

1) JETBOY HELENA
Go my Helena, I got your name, when you're out of your make-up they call you Wayne, then you put it back on and put most girls to shame, devastating. I know that's a wig and not long blond hair and I try not to think 'bout that thing down there, but you look so de-luscious, I just don't care you're a jet boy. What Hector? Wish it had, wish it had, wish it had, wish it'd been me who got to kiss Helena. Instead I tongued a horrid woman, turned out to be an ugly man, the flipside to your pretty jetboy! Oh my Helena, you fuck my brain with the alchemy of lipstick and lingerie. You look better than most of the girls that I date, devastating. Going against nature's a wonderful thing. Transform like a caterpillar gets wings. Going down, lips around me, I forget you're just a jetboy. I know the whole damn world is telling you to stop, but I'm still telling you "Go!" my Helena. Wish it had, wish it had, wish it had, don't even know who you are, Helena. From what I've heard, I wish it'd be me! (music: Willis ¥ Lyrics: Petix)

2) GOTTA GOTTA GET SOME
It's been a long time since I've been fucked right, but maybe that's why I feel so uptight. I've gotta have some fun, I've gotta catch some sun, I've gotta find my way to get to Kino Bay. Gotta gotta get some, and not just anyone. You gotta help me man, let's steal your sister's van! Because I try, try, try, I try all the time. But she says "No, no, no, that's so shallow". Oh baby please, please, please, why live in an abyss? Now I know a girl in Kino Bay, she's really cool and likes getting laid. This town is sex poor, man it's such a bore. When you want more, how do you get more? Conversations are such a drag man, everybody talks about getting some but nobody gets none. I really want some, you gotta help me man, get me outta here, now! I'm saying "Ha! Ha! Ha!" as I steal your sister's car. She's saying "Go, go, go, go ahead and fuck that whore". Blow her a kiss, kiss, kiss, now she's really, really pissed. I don't care, I'm off to Kino Bay, I know a girl who likes getting laid. Yeah! I took my ex-girl's car and I drove away from hell. I'm feeling high, high, high 'cause you're really swell. Gimme a kiss, kiss, kiss, let's get out of this abyss. Hey! (Music: Willis ¥ Lyrics: Jaime)

3) IRVING AND THE GODDESS
Words of love get shot down every single night like so many hunted geese, their quacks gone quiet. But this goose has a pen full of ink, and my strangled quacks can finally breathe on paper so white. There's a runaway train heading for my mind, chewing up the white railway tracks of my spine. I hear your voice through satellite tin, flattens my heart crushed penny thin, just so it can float up, leaf-like from hot currents above the warmed mocha silk of your fireplace skin. Well I never understood monogamy. 'Cause of you it all makes perfect sense to me. I augured my guts, spilled with a knife, an oracle of self-sacrifice. I could see us rock on a porch late at night- - you had liver spots, my rocket was up on blocks. Yeah. (Petix)

4) PEACH CRUSH
Won't you be good and let me borrow your heart? Please be a sport now, let your heart fall apart. Yeah it's only for a short time but that's how long we'll be here anyway, for a moment our lives can be so great. Won't you be good and stop pretending to be someone who isn't taking advantage of me? Yeah, it's only for a short time but that'll still be wasted on you, and you don't even know that life is sweet. Only here for a moment, that doesn't mean we gotta do this, doesn't mean that I won't with someone else. (Jaime)

5) SILLY RABBIT
The other night I stayed home, Sabado pecque–o. Girls don't like me much so I sat there, fucking solo. Bishop flogging to big hipped girls on Telemundo. A commercial came on then, hit me like an arrow. 'Bout a rabbit and two kids, they wouldn't give him any Trix. Even down south that hungry fuck still couldn't get it. Twitching long ears, stomach's in knots, that rabbit boy's gonna go nuts. Those little kids oughtta be shot! You Silly Rabbit! When I was a kid they put it to the vote: should that rabbit get Trix or should his gut stay hollow? For some reason the dumb kids in America they all said "No!". I was screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" at the Sanyo. 'Cause I know it is no fun biting on wind, longing too long. You get annoyed, you feel so dumb when you can't grab it. He's getting cold, he's getting mean, he's revving up his hate machine. If they won't give, he's gonna take. Go Silly Rabbit! Take the cake! (Petix)

6) NOW I GOT A REASON
It's been done before, but I bet I'll do it better; I've got more people to rip off. We'll swallow history and vomit out tomorrow, if it's the same then nothing's lost. We don't wanna know if there's nowhere left to go. Man, it sure beats hangin' around, stuck behind the counter, waiting for a sale, waiting desperately to do the same thing at home. My head is spinning and my throat is spitting fire, I think I'd better screen my calls. I'll turn this house into the center of enlightenment, so eloquent when I'm alone. We don't wanna know if there's nothing left to know. It sure beats hangin' around, stuck behind a bar, spending all my cash. Losing all my sense and spine is cheaper at home. (Jaime)

7) MORTICIA
I fall for girls who never fall. I blame it on the one, Morticia. Long black dress, long black hair, long black smile, I wanted... Your dark beauty taught me young lust, haunting me by cathode ray each night. He'd kiss your arm. You'd keep your cool, always that cool. It made me shudder. You spoke French. Your fire was buried so deep, I still want to make you lose your cool.(Petix)

8) TRAILER ANNE
Now you can move in with me. Now that my Grandma has passed away... guess something good always comes from what makes me cry all day. 'Cause she left me the trailer. Yeah, I know it's kind of far. You can drive my car to school, I tend to stay home a lot. Rockin' in the trailer, making headphone art. Don't work much - - don't like to. I know your parents don't approve of me. What's wrong with some white trash girl in your family tree? Besides don't you wanna be living rent free? Heavy Metal music blasting out of the stereo. Fucking, fucking, fucking at the speed of Randy Rhodes. Don't be such a nerd, try to loosen up. Suck a little bit of freedom into your gut... Move in with me! (Music: Willis ¥ Lyrics: Jaime)

9) TURBO RAT
Someday the moutains might get me, but the law never will. (Petix)

10) PHANTOM SOUL
When Dick was 15, he marched off to the Clone Wars. A carbon rocket took his legs and something more. He was akin to a eunuch, achin' to fuck. While everyone's goose got cooked, he was left a sitting duck. He's half foot shy of the brass ring (things go numb when you're out in the cold). Amputate just one more small thing (things go numb when you're out in the cold). Until that one night, paid his cash to Clementine. She made him feel it, libido working overtime. A phantom hard-on graced the waste between his stumps. A feeling like crescendo as he and that sweet girl dry-humped. Arches his spine, euphoric sting (that sawed off rifle thinks it can grow). Inside his brain, a convulsing (that sawed off rifle thinks it can blow). The full moon shines, bright as the sun (one last kiss then she's ready to go). The full moon shines, bright as the sun (revs her bike, she's a-ready to go). (Music: Willis ¥ Lyrics: Petix)

11) LETTER TO STARLOG
If brain bats land on earth tomorrow, kill everybody in a day, I wouldn't waste my time with bawling, I get no balling anyway. I'd get some comic books and movies, 'cause that's what I do every day. My life is one great big diversion, escape the outside if I can. The world is broke and I can't fix it, so I'll keep reading Spider-Man. My only small, sad satisfaction is playing in this crappy band. Let's say that I wake up tomorrow, my brain inside a robot's shell. I wouldn't shout up to the heavens. I wouldn't think I was in hell. My mind and body, they don't talk much. Those boys don't get along too well. Well, Charlton Heston's fighting vampires, buying strawberries with gold, arguing with Dr. Zaius, shouting "let my people go!". Well diapers scare me worse than Mothra. I'd rather mutate than grow old. (Petix)

12) NUEVA YORK
We can't seem to drink ourselves to death. ÀQuiŽn try las queenies? Saca otro gallo! Me despierto y me dan ganas de conquear. Coqueo, me dan ganas de pistear. Pisteo, me dan ganas de quemar, y a so–ar de otra realidad. Oh, but it's all so phony. Dentro de poco, te vas a borrar. Guess I still got New York. Guess I still got it. (Jaime)

13) O.C.P.
Money talks, bullshit walks. The Shakers made a milk-based paint that could last ten generations, maybe more. A corporation bought the patent, put it inside a vault and locked the door. The doctors found a cure for cancer way back in 1964. A corporation bought the patent, put it inside a vault and locked the door. Money talks, bullshit walks. That's what they told me. Money talks, bullshit walks. Money talks, why don't it shut up? (Petix)

14) KICK IT JOE
Scowl and pout at the world, 'cause the kids wanna rock! Kick it Joe! Gotta dress up like a girl, those little shits need to rock! Kick it Joe! Whatever you're against is hiding deep inside, so smoke a bunch of marijuana, yeah the kids wanna rock! Kick it Joe! Crawl around like an iguana, those little bastards need to rock! Kick it Joe! It won't cure your soul and it won't mend your heart. But it'll soothe your notch and it'll lube your crotch. Yeah! Shoot up a big bag of smack 'cause the kids wanna rock! Kick it Joe! Drop your pants and show off your pack, those motherfuckers need to rock! Kick it Joe! (Music: Willis ¥ Lyrics: Jaime)

15) TEST TUBE TINA
Tina was the first authentic test tube baby, gestated by doctors in a plastic drum. No account for the lack of a mother's heartbeat, so she was born with no rhythm. She can't tap her feet to any song that they play on radio, so the doctors figured she'd be raised by metronomes. See her on the dance floor, jerking like spastic, back and forth, head bobbing just like she was taught. One night Skitch approached her, flailing like a retard. Paradiddled our girl, right there on the spot. They became a mixed couple of beat; her's severe, his none at all. But they liked each other, dancing to the rock 'n' roll. Her metronome parents were mad, but she loved his fortissimo. Their dumb story ends now. Everybody rock 'n' roll! (Petix)

16) RETARD SANDWICH
You can figure the words out, and if you can't, it's no loss. (Weird Lovemakers)

17) THE LUMBERING SAILOR
(Schumacher)

18) THE FAT LADY SINGS
She stays home every night, all alone with a Mickey Mouse night light. Her father flew off to Germany with the 18th Mechanized Infantry. He died a boy. Her mother died in a welfare room with a rubber hose and a red hot spoon. She left her alone, too. She is fat, the boys don't like that. Fire inside is smothered by huckleberry pie. She's living out all the rest of her days like the last cookies in a bag; eating them not because she's hungry, but just to finish them off. She stopped waiting for a handsome prince, for the light to come around the bend. If she just ends it now, she won't have to wonder when. (Petix)

19) BURIED BABY
I always thought we were gonna get married, just like everybody else in this town. But now I'm feeling sixteen and buried, doesn't anybody else in this place? Never had a strong appetite for alcohol, drugs and destruction but now I wanna do them all the time and I want the rest of these years to swallow me. 'Cause I don't wanna be here, no I don't wanna be here. Always wishing I was somewhere else and all my friends are imaginary. Real people are like ghosts and shadows, I don't listen to a word that they say. I never had a strong attraction to drinking beer and taking downers but now I wanna do it all night long and I want the morning light to swallow me. 'Cause I don't wanna be here, no I don't wanna be here. I want the rest of these years to swallow me. (Jaime)

20) THE UNSTOPPABLE TEEN
He's a bad seed, so it's okay if he screws up and runs astray. But not you mijo, you're such a saint and twelve o'clock's too late, too late. My brother Art, he's always out getting messed up, in with the crowd. But not me, I'm supposed to be good. I'd better do what I should, I should. There's something in me they haven't seen, I'm gonna be the unstoppable teen 'cause they're all wrong, all so wrong. A chemical orgy for breakfast and lunch, pussy for dinner to top it off. Everyone's vision is so obese 'cause he's a bad seed, so it's okay. How does Arturo get away with this shit? Why's everybody such a hypocrite? Turn on the stereo as loud as it gets, maybe I can drown out their expectations. I'm not a saint, and I'm not a martyr, gonna explode like ten tons of mortar. They're all wrong, all so wrong and tonight I'm gonna prove it. (Jaime)

21) MR.420
Chew my ear off, hungry like a black hole. 'Bout your new boy, treats you like shit now. Pluck me, your second fiddle right now. Chopped liver me wants you out right now. Go! Right now! Go! I don't want you around! Always leave me for some penetration. I'm facing vacant bed sheets again. Dead man walking to his big end. Two little deaths for each of us, my friend. Go! Right now! Go! I don't want you around! Any fuck gets your affection. For me, unsaid rejection. I feel so fucking less than. Jackass legions scrambling after your ace. You're always rubbing it in my face. You should be rubbing it in my face. You're never rubbing it in my face! Go! Right now! Go! I don't want you around! When you smile I'm put in traction, but you won't give me action. Don't need another good friend. Go! Right now! Go! I don't want you around! (Music: Willis ¥ Lyrics: Petix)

22) 1, 2, 3, (I'M READY) (FOR YOUR LOVE)
I heard some rock songs on the radio the other day. They're either sappy or confusing, dumb either way. It's always 1,2,3, I'm ready for your love. 1,001 interpretations to every song. A point in every direction's as good as none. Go back to 1,2,3, I'm ready for your love. You're always talkin' 'bout your lover. Who? You never say. Some kind of Pig Latin inflected with "baby, ooh baby, yeah baby". 1,2,3, I'm ready for your love. (50,000 X) (Music: Willis ¥ Lyrics:Petix)


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