Fruitcakes - Live

Alright, before I loose sight of you, I see a few fruitcakes out there dancing in front of the green monster over there
We got fruitcakes out there
You guys two fruitcakes make up this sidelines
Fruitcakes all over the windland, yeah
Are you ready show yourself now

Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Coming to work in a duck bowl
In the middle of the week

Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise, lost and found
Paradise, take a look around
I was out in California where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud slides
They've got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontasaurs, chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk, in the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Oh yes the mother town
We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost its cone shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at Mars
We got parrot heads in the space station
As we looked around the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy (Fruitcakes in the galaxy)
Fuitcakes on the earth (Fruitcakes on the earth)
Struttin' naked towards eternity, we've been that way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion, this is as close as we get today
Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa
Mea Culpa Mea Culpa Mea Maxima Culpa

Here's the church, there's the steeple
Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The god's honest truth is it's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you, it's the Pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's the born again look its the WASP and the Jew, tell me
Please rastaman, I ain't gotta clue

Oh relationships let's talk about that, shall we
She said you gotta do your fair share
So cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightning and a harmless lightning bug
And then there's the future, we're here

Forty years since the millennium, that's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal they don't look so abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape, and practice what I preach
Get Jah lost in the reggae Mon as I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity really is no other way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
As here we are the old field way

Fruitcakes in the kitchen (Fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (Fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin' naked through the crosswalk, in the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (Cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (People on the bus)
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

I see the fruitcakes in the video
I got fruitcakes that flew in from near Turkey
I'll be maimed you have shuffled mouths
But then again we got them all over New Orleans