The Illustrated Man: Main Title - Dominik Hauser & Brian "Hacksaw" Williams

Westerly wind Making her way out east Give me a kiss I am a tumbleweed Tumbleweed Tumbleweed Nowhere to go, nowhere to be Tumbleweed Tumble to me Lighting a match Under the Joshua tree Roll up the grass I am a tumbleweed (A little tumbleweed) Tumbleweed Tumbleweed Nowhere to go, nowhere to be Tumbleweed Tumble to me

Why do you think they call it dope? Nighttime, shooting star, the sun started to rain Trees lost branches, gurus' trances, black-brassiered dancers Little dears Showdown's coming, it's no joke, mouth is running, it's a stroke That's what I think when I'm so fucked up I can't even find the door Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? When your heart beats fast, you're so broke, in your car with the red Lights flashing Look sincere, smell like beer, roach in the ashtray Going to the pokey Thirty days later, ten bucks left, hands are shaking Looking for a dime bag Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Dirty little dopers on dope so bad Dirty little dopers on dope so bad When two and two turn into five you'll probably see it my way When bad is good, like it should, things turn upside down Some people say it's hip to say no, my town it's green light go For party rockin' angels now it's trigger happy Slang-bang-pow Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope? Why do you think they call it dope?

I got my wine Get out of my way Got a chip on my shoulder Had a real bad day Met a little girl Just thirteen She's a knock-down blue-eyed slut psycho-virgin tease Rock Queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now Got some time Won't go wrong Sittin' on the sidewalk Singing songs Take my baby home On the scene Turns out she's a koochie-koochie-koochie Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now

Smash bam bif boom crack Party still goin' six in the mornin' Jim Beam, Courvoisier and Jack We're goin' down I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run Yo Zeke stop! At the liquor store We want some more I'd like to introduce you to my fifth That's who I'm with I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I'm free to exercise my downward mobility I'm free to exercise my downward mobility My downward mobility I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run

Mama's in the kitchen Papa's on the porch Junior's downstairs in the basement Passin' on freedom's torch They're busy fighting Fillin' all the jails But sure as the sun do shine in the mornin'-- There's drugs on sale They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America Something's gone wrong with the TV generation I am the product of that situation So you say you're feelin' Pinhead frustration C'mon join the nation They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America Don't ask me why things are the way they are They just are I don't know why People are so curious They wanna chase it They wanna taste it They wanna get wasted They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America They're getting wasted in New Jersey Wasted in Illinois Wasted in California And the Texans say "You 'all" Wasted in America They're getting wasted in America They're getting wasted in America

Take my love Take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don't care I'm still free You can't take the sky from me Take me out to the black Tell them I ain't coming back Burn the land 'n' boil the sea You can't take the sky from me There's no place I can be Since I found Serenity 'N' you can't take the sky from me Oh There's no place I can be Since I found Serenity 'N' you can't take the sky from me

This will never end cause I want more More give me more give me more This will never end cause I want more More give me more give me more If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up I'll see what tomorrow brings Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah If I had a voice I would sing Dangling feet from window frame Will they ever ever reach the floor More give me more give me more Crushed and filled with all I found Underneath and inside just to come around More give me more give me more Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah If I had a voice I would sing