POPE JOHN PAUL THE THIRD LYRICS

"Cliché"
Unresolved infatuation, you've made your selection: Space needle and geodesant dome. Rotting from inside, immaculate infection, the constant ticking like a metronome. Now the sun don't shine but there's no time for dreaming. You buried your doubt, shut your mind and just smiled. You never stopped to wonder why you're yelling and screaming. You've got to prove that you're no longer a child. I never thought I'd be this way but now I find I'm just a Cliché. Marching down the street like you own the place and then it's back to the drink because your love is gone. A tear wells on her sullen face but you can't cry because he's only a pawn. I tried to answer but I was drawing a blank. Now you're green with envy, now you're out in the stratosphere. Knocked to the floor and stripped of your rank because the chickens aint the only ones here. I always thought that I'd have something to say but now it seems I'm just a Cliché. Since the tables have turned it seems you've fallen from grace. I try to tell myself that I will always stand but I'm searching for that thing I just can't replace and now I'm full of hate and anger for my fellow man. I don't know how things got this way but I know I'm just a Cliché.

"I Wannaí Be  A Bellhop"
I wannaí be a bellhop and live the life of luxury. Ill come running when the front desk calls. That's the life for me. I wannaí carry your bags up stairs with a little round hat on my head. I wannaí show you where the light switch is and Ill always dress in red. I wannaí be a bellhop and be a hero among men. I wannaí put on blackface, I wannaí kiss Sherilyn Fenn. I wannaí be an American. I wannaí gripe about the man. I wannaí get a million dollars and enjoy it while I can.

"I Like Girls"
I'm in love with the Russian exchange student. I'm in love with those three Korean girls. They have some trouble with our language so I staple pretty words on to their brains. Ill shower you with gold and silver. Ill call you late at night when I'm drunk. Ill play you all two-hundred of my Beatles albums cuz my Nintendo don't work no more.

"Happy Hour"
Lest something comes up, we'll all be fine. Remember charity brings peace of mind. Well you could be my coward and I would be your thief. What is it you'd like today my dear? A pretty little pony, a lasso round the moon, a bucket full of fools gold plated tears. And everybody's happy now that it's happy hour  since no one here could offer you their shame. Well the world was just a cherry, drown in your whiskey sour but nothing lasts forever except the feeling that nothing will ever change. Now you can be my monkey and I will be your saint. Oh the joyous miracles well see. I know pride may be inherent but that won't be a problem. No, that won't be a problem for you and me. And everybody's happy now that it's happy hour. We'll just sit and sweat these toxins out our pores and from the canals of industry to the bays of commerce, we know that we love it where we are now, wishing that we were anywhere else but here. I'm sure we could leave ourselves behind, but what would be left? An image of our happiness or prayers of our own death. Everybody's happy now that it's happy hour since nobody here can offer you their shame and the world was just the cherry inside your whiskey sour but nothing lasts forever, except the feeling that nothing will ever change. No nothing lasts forever except the feeling that nothing will ever change.

"Anti-Climax"
I... I wonder why they try to cure the symptoms while ignoring the disease. I need 23 cans of Pepsi, naked starlets and jeans from the Gap. Everyone's rebelling against authority. Everybody's making bad puns. You're tickled pink about insanity and that cross you bear for everyone. Can you pick me up? I feel dizzy. What's your blood type? I'm A. Gee, that's too bad. That's too bad. I've gained weight. I want to change my hair. Everyone's rebelling against authority. Everybody's making bad puns. You're tickled pink about insanity and that cross you bear for everyone.I kissed her again cuz I'd ran out of anything else to say but I'll go along for lack of anything better to do. Everyone's rebelling against authority. Everybody's making bad puns. You're tickled pink about insanity and that cross you bear for everyone.