"Curses in the Dark".  
lyrics by Tina Bell. (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2019. 

I had a bad dream.. All night long!!  
Been looking at the light with thoughts of changes in the night.   

With curses in the dark. The curses in the dark.  

She softly says .. "enchanting".   
She smiles in her mirror with her pearly whites; they disappear.  
The young girl screams in the pain of labor.  

And now she curses in the dark. She curses in the dark.  

Rape and murder at the back of a bus.  
A crowd begins to follow. ..but it won't say anything.   

And now they're cursing in the dark. The curses in the dark.  

I had a bad dream all night long.  
Been looking at the light with thoughts of changes in my mind.  

With curses in the dark. With curses in the dark.  

 

"World of your Future".  
lyrics by Tina Bell. (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2019.  

Trip in style, oh how you fly, but don't call on me. I won't be around when you crash. 
Livin' life without a care on some fool's paradise; it won't last. 
One day when you find yourself backed up against the wall..  
No where to turn. Dark clouds moving in on you; don't bother to call.  

I won't exist in the world of your future.  

Living life all mighty today, making room for hell tomorrow.  
Misused your chance, ain't gonna make me pay for your mistakes;  
That's your children's sorrow.  

I don't wanna live in the world of your future. 

I want to get out. I've got to stick it out. 
Held judged before the fires of sin; I've been singed, but not quite destroyed. 

I don't wanna live in the world of your future. 

Trip in style, oh how you fly, but don't call on me; I won't be around when you crash.  
Livin' life without a care on some fool's paradise; it won't last. 

I don't wanna live in the world of your future.  

 

"It Stinks".  
lyrics by Tina Bell. (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2019.  

Everybody says this and that. Their social commentaries on life. Where do I stand? Bitch and complain, it's not fair, I think it stinks. But why should I care?  

Everybody says here or there; they leave no room for simple compromise. I don't believe in where you put your faith. I just live for now. It's all make believe. But why should I care?!  

Everybody says this and that. Their social commentaries on life. Where do I stand? Bitch and complain, it's not fair, I think it stinks. But why should I care? 
  

"Villains (also wear white)".   
lyrics by Tina Bell, Scott Ledgerwood. (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2019. 

Bad guy portrayed in black;  
show another side.  
Victim of some rude act,  
got no place to hide.  

Villains also wear white. Villains also wear white!  

I'm gonna help you save your face.  
Let me love you in a close way.  
Then I'll kick you right back into your place.  
Sense a loss of pride?  

Villains also wear white. Villains also wear white!  

Strangers in the night, exchanging glances..  
Run victim run, don't face the shame!  
If you do, you'll take the blame.  
Hold it all inside..  
Until you plead insane!!  

Villains also wear white. Villains also wear white! 

 

"Free Fall From Space".  
lyrics by Tina Bell. (C)Buttocks Productions 1984/2019.  

Uh uh uh oh. Uh uh uh oh. Uh uh aw aw oh...   
Can't get drunk cuz it makes me sick!  
I can't do speed cuz I get too nervous!  
I shouldn't smoke cuz I'm too dizzy.  
But I wanna get high..  

And do a free fall from space.  
Move a thousand miles up, oh yeah.  
Nineteen types of wind in my face.   
But wait below to watch me fall!  

I won't'!! I want!! I won't!! But I wanna get high..  

And do a free fall from space.  
Move a thousand miles up, oh yeah.  
Nineteen types of wind in my face.   
But wait below to watch me faaaaalllllll!!!   

Uh uh uh oh. Uh uh uh oh. Uh uh aw aw oh...  

Can't get drunk cuz it makes me sick!  
I can't do speed cuz I get too nervous!  
I shouldn't smoke cuz I'm too dizzy.  
But I wanna get high..  

And do a free fall from space.  
Move a thousand miles up, oh yeah.  
Nineteen types of wind in my face.   
But wait below to watch me fall!  

I won't'!! I want!! I won't!! But I wanna get high.. And do a free fall from space! 

 

"Going to a Party".  
Bell/Martin/Ledgerwood. (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2019.  

Going to a party. Going to a party.  
Gonna have fun. Gonna get down!  
Going to a party. Going to a party.  
Gonna have fun. Gonna get down!  

You don't like to go to parties! You don't like to go to parties!  
You don't like to have fun! You don't ever get down! YAH! YO!  

Just wanna dance all night. Just wanna dance, all right.  
Gonna act so cool. Gonna be so slick.  
Gonna find a drug. Then I'll fall in love.  
Gonna get so high. Then we'll make love.  

You don't know how to dance. You don't know how to be cool.   
You ain't so slick. Fuck you!! YAH! YO!  

Why you gotta put me down? Why you gotta put me down?  
I don't even know you. What have I done to you?  
Why you gotta put me down? Why you gotta put me down?  
I don't even know you. What have I done to you?  

You don't know how to dance. You don't like to go to parties.  
You're not much fun! YAH! YO! 

 

"Ground Zero".  
Bell/Martin/Ledgerwood, (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2018.  

Three miles from ground zero. Waitin' for the sun; still hasn't shown.  
Searching across the water;  what's that I see? Could it be the home of the final destroyer? Ohhh.  

This side of ground zero doing time with Stevie & Frank.  
We shared a few laughs between us; maybe our last.  
It's hard to tell swimming in eyeballs on ground zero. Ohhh.  

Attack of the killer clams from Mars. Giving up your life; oh no.  
We've got to run from this beach while we can. Don't want to be a dead hero.  

Three miles from ground zero. I can see the sub; it's coming home.  
Faced with opposition from mankind; that's not kind.  
Some welcome home to the final destroyer. Ohh. 

 

"Heinz 57".  
lyrics by Tina Bell. (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2019  

Treachery!! Seek it out. Treachery, I'm freaking out. Low, here I lie.  
Deceptive tool is in my hand, unabated and envenomed.  
Foul practice has turned on me. Low, here I lie.  

Treachery!! Seek it out. Treachery, I'm freaking out. Foul practice has turned on me. Low, here I lie. Deceptive tool is in my hand, unabated and envenomed. Low, here I lie!! 

 

"I'm Dead".  
Bell/Martin/Ledgerwood. (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2019.  

So this is the end.. Or is it just another beginning?  

I'm dead. I'm dead.  

Well open the door. I'll be for, and over, and of your life.  
Don't worry; your work is done here.  
The agony of my dreams lies well conceived inside of me and I'm crazy.  
And all hope is feeble.  

I'm dead. I'm dead.  

So this is the end. I can't find my body.  
Show me the door. Where is my head?   

I'm dead. I'm dead. 

 

"Oh Girls".  
lyrics by Scotty "Buttocks"  Ledgerwood (C) Buttocks Productions, 1983/2003. 

Lovely women. Beautiful girls.  
Wrapped up in silk; long flowing curls.  
It's your fifteen minutes alive on the stage.  
The moment is yours, but the lights will soon  fade... 

While roles are imposed, you and I just don't care.  
Be who we are; Fuck those who stare.  
Dance on the stage, camp it up for the crowd.  
You know that you're stunning; hold your head proud.  

Oh Girls. Beautiful women. Satin dollies, midnight follies.  
We love you, we adore you, though some folks just don't understand. 

Oh girls. Lovely ladies. Strike the chorus; always gorgeous!  
You fascinate, you encapsulate. Though I know you're not really there.. 

 

"Show What You Know".  
Lyrics by Tina Bell. (C)Buttocks Productions 1984/2017 

Useless words of the cheapest design.  
Too many words only freak with the tide.  
Don't only satisfy my mind.. 
I need it all to keep me happy.  
All you got! Give it to me! 
Oh, show what you know. 

Useless words only cheat us of time.    
Too many words on a freak with my mind.  
I swear to God you look so fine.  
I'll give you all; to keep you happy.  
All the time! just you see!  

I'll give you all; to keep you happy.  
All the time! just you see!  

Useless words only cheat us of time!    
Too many words on a freak with the vibe.  
Don't only satisfy my mind.  
I need it all; to keep me happy.  
All the time! give it to me! 
Oh, show what you know.  

 

"Stress".  
lyrics by Tina Bell & Scotty Buttocks. (C)Buttocks Productions 1983/2019.   

Been stripped of my keys.  
I ain't got no job.  
Back at the crib the baby's cryin'.  

I live for Benny Hill, when it's time to go to bed.  
I'll be fine until it's time to wake up again.  

Two in the morning; my body shakes from head to toe,  
Upstairs the toilet runs over..  
Still baby's cryin'.  

I live for Benny Hill, when it's time to go to bed.  
I'll be fine until it's time to wake up again.  

The telephone rings with bill songs.  
The mailbox brims with; you're overdrawn.  
(Fred Garvin MeFirst bank calling)..  
Your account's overdrawn.  
(Your account is 12 dollars overdrawn).  
Your account is overdrawn!!  

I burnt the beans. The minute rice is under cooked.  
Now daddy's cryin'.  

I live for Benny Hill, when it's time to go to bed.  
I'll be fine until it's time to wake up again. 

 

"Type 9 Closed Mind".  
lyrics by Scotty "Buttocks"  Ledgerwood (C) Buttocks Productions, 2010. 

I wasn't there, they never were, we didn't exist, I'm not here anyway.  
Had my suspicions, but a reliable source told me just the other day.  
I wondered why the space I occupy's not where I thought I'd be.  
Well now I know, the reason for; apparently there's been no me.   
  
But WAIT!  
I was with them; we once was then. I sound like this, but I look like him.  
Facts are yours; choose to use or just fake. What difference now does it make, to a type 9 closed mind, (type 9 closed mind)?  

You saw us long ago long ago; a swell guy named Hugo gave our first show.  
But then again, that cannot have been, or so I've been told.  
But I've seen this scene, both fat and lean; I've been in and out again.  
It's re-written now, but different somehow than I remember 'then'. 

DV8 Wall, Weathered Offramp Moore.  
Gorilla Gardens, Metropolis, Behind the Grey Door.  
The Graven Image, Lincoln RCKCNDY Eagle Tugs Vogue Wrex Underground;  
Central Phoenix Squid Row Hotel, Ok? (Ok ok.. Ok ok).

~~NOTE:  The final chorus is made up from the names of some of the Seattle clubs Bam Bam played.   
The real names are: DV8, the Weathered Wall, The Offramp, The Moore Theatre, Gorilla Gardens, The Metropolis, Behind the Grey Door, The Graven Image, Lincoln Arts Center, RKCNDY, The Eagle's Nest, Tugs, The Vogue, The Wrex, The Phoenix Underground, The Central Saloon, Squid Row, The OK Hotel. (phew)!