Mucky Pup
                         Act of Faith

- Freakin' at the peep show     4:31
- Mr. Hand                      2:46
- Understand                    3:02
- Please don't burn the Johnson  2:57
- I am                          4:11
- Summertime                    3:21
- Gotta go                      3:52
- Angry song                    4:49
- Mucky pumpin' motion          2:44
- The skinheads broke my walkman  2:18
- Blowtorch                     3:36
- Lonely as me                  3:18


     Freakin' at the Peep Show

"This was the last one written, and when Danny played it, we
never would've guessed what it would have turned into. Kevin's
placement of samples and keys really makes this song 3D. The
bass riff in the break is a fugazi bassline twisted around a
bit. I think this is what M.P. is."

Mo ho's, mo ho's, mo ho's

Straight to the hookers is where I go
While my main man's down chillin at the peep show
It's not that I think we gotta pay for it
We're just sick of modern women bullshit
One on one - we're always going super solo
I just want to drop my load and go

Freakin on the peep show, my time was up
Searching for perfect blonde beauty with a big butt
Funny that she kissed me it was just my luck
She was just what I was looking for a peep show nut

Mo ho's, mo ho's, mo ho's

Freakin at the peep show's that's where all my money goes
You thought I pay my bills hell no I pay the ho's
Taken care of the matter in hand
And I'm jerkin it off just as fast as I can
Workin at jerkin because I got that
Slackin at jackin just a waiting for the climax

Freakin on the peep show, my time was up
Searching for perfect blonde beauty with a big butt
Funny that she kissed me it was just my luck
She was just what I was looking for a peep show nut

Mo ho's, mo ho's, mo ho's


     Mr. Hand

"Reminds me of 'Hippies' from the Now record. I feel better
about what this song says. It doesn't mock anyone to be funny.
Mr. Hand is the greatest combatant of AIDS, infidelity, plenty
of diseases, and plain boredom. We don't deny it, we admit it.
Practice it and encourage it."

I've got a friend
Mr. right hand
I've got a friend
He's mr. right hand

Sometimes I'm sad
I really need some bad
He's always gonna be there
Because he's my right hand man

I feel dick when he's mad
(So I) ask mr. hand for some
Tender, loving care
Most times all dick needs
Is a hand from his man

Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Yeah yaeh ee yeah

I've got a friend
Mr. right hand
I've got a friend
He's mr. right hand


     Understand

"This is personal rage. Lyrically and musically."

You always get the wrong idea
Can't you hear a word I say
I am through trying with you
I have told you too many times
About the way that I feel
And it goes right through your ears
And on to the floor
Then you kick it away

Can't you understand

There's so much more to see

Why won't you understand

Stop thinking you can be free

It's always you that says
Listen to mre
Like there is no one else
In the world
And that this world revolves
Around you
Open your eyes and
See the truth
It does not work that
Way my dear
Your pain will never
Go away
Until you stop and
Look around
And see there is so much
More to be found


     Please Don't Burn the Johnson

"Is a true story about a friend whose name rhymes with Marc D.
Baker. He wasn't real happy when I wrote a song about the
relationship between his dick and his girlfriend. As a matter
of fact he dissapeared shortly there after. Musically it star-
ted out with clean guitars and a latin feel, what happened."

Please don't burn the johnson
My johnson is on fire
Please don't burn the johnson
My johnson is on fire

I smell smoke
Understand that this is no joke
I smell smoke
Understand that this is no joke

She was putting shit on my dick
It was minty green
And it looked like jello
She threw up on me so quick
I jumped up and johnson said

Ow ya doin'

I now have a burning johnson
Diablo is his name
He always wears a jacket
Cause we got two heads
And one brain

Please don't burn the johnson
My johnson is on fire
Please don't burn the johnson
My johnson is on fire

I smell smoke
Understand that this is no joke
I smell smoke
Understand that this is no joke


     I Am

"Was written with junior in mind. A true diamond in the rough,
if you've seen him play you'd have to agree he is absolutely
unique. Booge played a sepultura / IT quick riff backwards
then forwards and I wrote around that. I think it's quite high
and very heavy, without being noisy."

I am the new nomad
A man to follow no fad
Trippin and skippin
All over the globe
I have no house
My world is my home

I am
I am

I feel good
I feel good yea

New jersy is a place
To hang my hat
For some it's like