Introduce Yourself

Faster Disco

Styling, you know you are styling
So turn to the mirror and blow yourself a kiss
It goes just like this
You've done it a thousand times
It's as easy as drinking wine, only now it's blood

Here it comes again
(treating you so kind)
Till it comes again
(leaving you no mind)

Your feelings, the flow without reason
So turn to the stars above and
Blow it all away.
I come without warning
Some call me morning
I wipe all your tears away, the evil ones I kill

Here it comes again
(treating you so kind)
Till it comes again
(leaving you no mind)
Taking the form of pain this time
It never treats you unkind
Your followers, lead them blind
And suck away their lives
Cause yours depends on it

Here it comes again

Chasing the night away

Anne's Song

"HEY!" "WHAT??" "Oh nothing just wondering what it if you're doing
that whatever it is you're doing. "Oh yeah, why?" "I dunno, it just
doesn't seem like something you'd be doing that's all, you of all
people, know what I mean?" "Yeah, I know it's been bugging you since the
day I was born, huh? I asked my friend Anned about it. I said, 'Anne,
Anne, Anne, what am I supposed to do, it's been bugging them since the
day that I was born.' She said, 'Do whatever the hell you want to do!
Now is the time to do whatever you want and it will still turn out
great. You've got the whole world at your feet.'"
I never claimed to be different, I always said I was bored, and she's
tired of your uniqueness, it sends her over head, first, then the rest
of her follows, the breath of life, it never left her hollow...

I can do everthing, she said, she said with a smile
And I can go anywhere tonight, cause I'm with Anne

Anne, Anne, Who? Anne Dagnabit, Island princess, girl with the juice
What this? I see she brought her whole uptown contingent. First there's
Jon E., he always love to party, he's followed by Vinnie, who's feelin
kinda skinny, he says "Hey Anne I'm starved what you got to eat", she
says "Vinnie you're always starving man, get away from that fridge!"
Here comes lucy she's feelin really sexy, she's followed by her
boyfriend, who'd better not turn around, this time, or he's bound to lose
her, and here come Jamilla, who's got the cream soda...

I can do anything, she said, she said with a smile
And I can go anywhere tonight, cause I'm with Anne

Introduce Yourself

From the day I was born, I took the bull by the horns, and gave you
plenty to scorn, well right on! Then you said in a song that life was
gettin real tough, but hey I think that you're bluffing, what of it?

Introduce yourself (right on!)

Now two decades gone by and I know that's a long time, para tiempo means
nada nunca. Cause I'm still the same asshole and I still wet my pants
every time that I see your face (who are you?)

Introduce yourself (right on!)

Hey Mr. Biggs, Hey Mr. Bestall, Hey Mr. Warner what's up?
Hey Mr. Enigma, Hey Mr. Bigtime, Hey Mr. Epic, What's going on?

Introduce yourself (right on!)

Chinese Arithematic

Candle light, it burns in every hole of your eyes
It's beautiful, how much you'll never realize
So hush my love, there's something I'm to tell you now
Your time has come, around again my sleepless one

Your friend was young, hung and plastered
He never knew his own disaster
I think it's good, in fact it was faster
Cause it was you that he was after

Hold me now, as if you'll never let me go
Unhand me now, as if you've always known my name

His love was king, his love was master
He needed more, he needed always
He searched in vein for love and shelter
In every soul, in every hallway

So you thought she'd be sweeter than your girlfriend Peter
Well give it a second chance cause you've yet to meet her
We got the same ideas, we got the same old fears
They're different colors sometimes, but, hey, who cares?
Just years that tears our lives apart
Just like the time that you tried to teach your cousin to walk
He couldn't do it-push!-you told him twice
Well, I do man but it just don't jive

Tried so hard to control my behavior
I tried so hard, so hard to believe you
But now I live only to deceive you...

So KICK and SCREAM!!!

Death March

There's nothing I'd like more than to let you in
But now you're on the other side and there's no way...
To feel your breath of life upon my face
Cause with the state you're in there wouldn't be a trace
No I wake up every night with this emptiness inside
Hasn't been the same since you left without a trace
Quit the human race, did you? Camina con la muerto?

We Care A Lot

We care a lot about disasters, fires, floods and killer bees
We care a lot about the NASA shuttle falling in the sea
We care a lot about starvation and the food that Live Aid bought
We care a lot about disease, baby Rock, Hudson, rock, yeah!

We care a lot about the gamblers and the pushers and the geeks
We care a lot about the crack and smack and whack that hits the street
We care a lot about the welfare of all the boys and girls
We care a lot about you people cause we're out to save the world

YEAH!

And it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

We care a lot about the army navy air force and marines
We care a lot about the SF, NY and LAPD
We care a lot about you people, about your guns
about the wars you're fighting gee that looks like fun

We care a lot about the Garbage Pail Kids, they never lie
We care a lot about Transformers cause there's more than meets the eye

We care a lot about the little things, the bigger things we top
We care a lot about you people yeah you bet we care a lot,

YEAH!

Well, its a dirty job but someone's gotta do it
And it's a dirty song but someone's gotta sing it

R n R

Don't put that thing too close to my head
It took this long just to get ahead, he says
He knows for sure, but that he can't decide
Between his decency and this matter of pride
So he's growing up on time, he's growing up in the middle...

And it burns, and it burns, the sun burns
Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?

We've got the same ideas, we got the same old fears;
Different colors sometimes, but hey, who cares?
It's just years that shears our lives apart, like the
Time you tried to teach your nephew to fart, he couldn't do it. PUSH!
So he's growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...

Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?
I'm not the kind of person who would say it, if it wasn't the truth
And then you go and tell a friend that her heart's on fire
And it has no meaning.
Now and only now I know the difference when you tell me
There is no difference.
So she's growing up on time, she's growing up in the middle...

Now's the time to evaluate between the love you give
And the love that you take.
"It's not a matter of opinion, when it comes down to it,
It's just a difference of opinion, that much I can take."
So I'm growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...

And it burns

The Crab Song

"And after all the feelings go, I see I still love you so,
I just thought I'd let you know now that everything's okay,
And you are on your way back, back to where you came,"
She said with pain in her heart, it was there from the start.
Now I know why everything turns grey, but it's our own world we paint
And I want the brightest, I want flourescence every day and night
For the rest of my life, open your eyes, won't you?
Can't you see you're so beautiful to me?

Don't look back as a matter of fact there's
A ten foot Jack wants to break your back
You stole his girl, you wrecked his world
Now it's your your head that he's gonna twirl
He won't think once, he won't think twice
Cause he knows just what he's gonna do tonight
He will commit a crime, a crime of love
And he won't be happy till he sees your blood

Looking back on when you left me
Standing in the rain

Don't look back as a matter of fact there's
A son of a bitch and he's digging a ditch
For you my friend, my lucky one
So grab your things it's time to run to the other side

Where love takes pride, and your souls
The only thing that stays alive
Ma maooba goo goo ga ga
Hey! Quit talkin that terminal jive!
Looking back on when I left you...
Crying in pain
Don't look back...[1st verse]

Looking back on when you left me
Standing in the rain, in-credible pain
I understand. You have to be your own person. And that's ok with me.

Hurts, Hurts, Hurts, Like a like a motherfucher
Love. it hurts. it kills. Like a sonofabitch.
That feeling. It gets me. Down inside. Deep down there
No further. Keep going. Oh man that's right out my system

Blood

It doesn't really matter, the things you say to me
Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I'd be
Outta here where the air is cold, you're messing with my mind
Hey! You do it every time, Hey! And the season comes around
Once more,once more.
It doesn't really matter, the things you try to say
It doesn't really matter, you say 'em every day
Right now just give me more blood
Just give it to me deep red
A flowing river crimson
A flowing river burning with desire
It's great, but I never said how great
Hey, you never really asked, well, I'm asking you right now
So shut up and explain
What's on your mind
In this dark hour
I said it doesn't matter, I can't be that much fatter
And you'll never get as much blood
From a phony Blarney, stone, rock, hard, Granite!?! Solid.

Spirit

She looked at me and did the bosa nova
I smiled at her and then just walked away
then the lights came on and it was over
to my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all
so I packed it up and took to a rock show...
where you can feel the pulse getting stronger
& you can only hear the beat for so long
I asked if there was any way to stop it
No, he said, just smile and act as if...
you worship the very ground on which they walk on...
no way
a temporary absence of gesture
a hidden meaning known to everyone
a slight misconception of leizure
don't see how that could hurt anyone...I know...but
spirit, excellence, further down the road,
these are the tools you'll need further down the road.
so lets pack it up and take it somewhere special...
from a quintessential, existential nightmare
to a sanctuary waiting in the sun

Thank You
Wiring dept; Capp St. Studios; Fred Bestall; Eric Mueller; Steve Blush;
Pat Foley; Jim Dunbar; Mike Healy; Pat Hoed; John Jones for being such a stud;
Jacki; Stella; Debbie Pastor; Keith Keller; Celebrity Skin;
Fred Webb's drum machine; the Menendez sisters at "Los Padrinos";
Joe and Mrs. Pestilence, Nhut and Chip; Keith at Springhill College;
Susan Koffler; Kristi and Misty White; Karen in Memphis;
Larry and Paul at the Metroplex; Tally David and the rest of the Vicious Fish;
Ron "Porn Orchard" Hargrave and Anita in Athens;
TTMD and Jill and Laura in Macon; Chris, Tom, Mitch, Charles in D.C.;
Terry Dwyer; the Volcano Sisters; "Thang"; WRAS, KXLU, WFSU;
Julie Furman; Josephine and Lori in Chicago; Laura, Charles, Steve
and Christian in Jackson; Big Ted Hustead and all of Wall;
S.D.; Fiona and the Oily Bloodmen; the Girlfriends; Camilla; Metallica;
Steve Uchita; Yvonne Stender; Watts; David Wyles; Lynn Perko;
Kathy Buder; Rebecca Tucker; Code Of The West; Alva Skate Team;
Will, Jay, Erin and Joan at Oak; Mary Jo Mazzarella; Sassy pants;
Madonna; Cathy Cohn; Michael Hobel; Elliot Cahn; John Christenson at Aria;
Max from Venice; Rozy Music; all communists;
God and Haircuts That Kill for letting us borrow Chuck
Extra Special Thanks
Anna Statman, Matt Wallace, Ruth Scwartz, Jim Olson, Steve Berlin,
and our families for their invaluable support
Extra Extra Special Thanks
Scott Colberston for the inspiration to Death March

Produced by: Steve Berlin and Matt Wallace
with Faith No More
Recorded at: Studio D, Sausalito, Ca./
Control Center, Los Angeles, CA.
Recording engineer: Matt Wallace
Assistant Engineer: Jim "Watts" Verecke
Mixed at: Studio D, Sausilito, CA
Mastered by: Matt Wallace and Steve Berlin
at K-Disc, Los Angeles, CA.
Band Members
Chuck Mosely: Vocals
Roddy Bottum: Keyboards, backing vocals
Bill Gould: Bass, backing vocals
Mike Bordin: Drums, backing vocals, congas
Jim Martin: Guitars, backing vocals
All lyrics written by Chuck,
except for "We Care A Lot"
and "Introduce Yourself"
written by Chuck and Roddy
Art direction: Jeff Price/
Bobb Briggs/Faith No More
Photography: Lendon Flannigan

All songs written by Faith No More.
Published by Big Thrilling Music/
Faith No More Music ASCAP