sexual roulette

Art Bergmann: vocals, guitars
Susann Richter: keyboards and BG’s, except Deathwatch
Ray Fulber: bass
Taylor Nelson Little: drums
Background vocals on Bound For Vegas: Art, Ray, Susann, and Pauline Little.
Chris Warman: upside-down wobble+12 string guitars on Dirge No. 1, bleed+T-rex guitars on (She) Hit Me, acoustic guitar on Bar of Pain.
Jack Dekeyzer: slide guitar on Swamp Food Thing

Words and Music by Art Bergmann, except () by Bergmann/Richter.
Published by Top Side Charlie Music / Maximum Blues Music (PROCAN), except () Top Side Charlie Music / Maximum Blues Music (PROCAN) & S. Richter (PROCAN).

Produced by Chris Wardman, arranged by Chris Wardman and Showdogs (Susann, Ray, Taylor).
Recorded by Bill Kennedy at Profile Studios, Vancouver.
Assisted by Steve Waines / Mike Plotnikoff
Mixed by Ron Searles at Manta Sound, Toronto.
Assistant/569 Nintendo – Brad Haehnel
Mellotron+Operations course – Jim Blair
Stunt Engineering/War Stories – Bill Kennedy
Stunt Co-orindator – Chris Wardman

Management: Sam Feldman, c/o Sam Feldman & Associates, Vancouver, BC

Sexual Roulette (DSBBD 31062) ©, (p) 1990 Duke Street Records</span>

bound for vegas

Load up the trucks
Don’t forget the make-up
We’ve got the six semis
For the money
None for the show
We’ve got our costumes ready
Got to go go go

Who’s got the map
Who’s gonna navigate
We’ve got six shows
On the strip
It’s a sellout
Wayne Newton doesn’t
Want us to be late

They call me the performer
I guess they always will
Call me the entertainer
Don’t retire me yet
I ain’t over the hill
I ain’t had my fill

It’s in my heart
I’m making a financial start
I’m a never was
Trying to be a has-been
A has-been on the come-back trail
Come-back to me
On the Vegas scene
By the age of fifty

Good-bye Vancouver, Good-bye Toronto
Good-bye New York
Even the St. Louis blues
I said buy Detroit, buy New York
Ain’t going Route 66
Give me I-85

sexual roulette

This is my body
What’s on your mind
Are you giving me something
To return love in kind

This is my body
I’m doing time
Are you giving me something
I’ll get in five years time

What are the chances
Of keeping my health
Will you take advantage
Play with the cards
That you’ve been dealt

What are the chances
Of keeping my health
What are the consequences
Will I need professional help

I have faith in you
You will set me free
I have belief in you
You will set me free
What on god’s flat earth
Were you thinking of
Will god’s love reign
From above

What in hell
Were you thinking of
Divine retribution
Will god’s hate
Rain from above

bar of pain

You’re just a fly
hanging up on the wall
In the bar of pain
Waiting on my last call

There’s damage in your eye
There’s damage in your smile
Reflections in my golden drink
Reflections in your golden eye

I put my trust in you
I put my trust in your
I love you crazy
But please don’t steal my stereo

I let you in my house
I let you in my house
Steal around steal everything
Like a cheesy mouse

You shove me
Into the breach
Now you’re hanging on
Like a bloody leach
You shove me
Into the breach
Jesus, what a vision
Within reach

I put my trust in you
I put my trust in you
Looking and looking
Into each others eyes
Just a couple of flies
On a lowly cowpie

hospital song

Yes I know
What I’ve done
And I know
That it’s wrong
Cuz I talked
To your mom
We watched you
All night long
I put a pillow
Under your head
Laid down some rags
You’d read
Friends sent cards
And flowers
Said they hoped
You got well

From your hospital bed
To my padded cell
There’s not one thing
We need
This is heaven and hell

Maybe later
We’ll get together
Learn how to relax
Maybe later
We’ll get together
And have a relapse

I watch you sleep
In your tubes
And IV’s
They kept your face
So clean
Would it seem
Too mean
If I pull the plug
On your dream machine
Would I be
Losing you
Or would we
Meet again

sleep

I came in
here
Just looking
For a friend
Then I see you
Surrounded by your
Sycophants and fans
You’re so good for me
I’m so good for you

I got in here
By using your name
It’s too bad
Now you want to
Allocate blame
You’re so good for me
I’m so good for you
If you’re sick of the cocaine
And driving around
Until it’s all gone
If you’re rick of the guys
Who are so good at sex
They can’t even come anymore
I borrowed some money
If you want to leave
I don’t want to make you

dirge no. 1

For seven days and
Seven nights
I stayed up with him
My best friend
He’s a dog
We stayed
Down in the market
We thought it was
So cool
Like little Jerusalem

The chicken blood
Ran in the gutters
Man did it stink
They played disco
Of the ages
It could turn a man
Into a racist

Anyway he says
I’ve been burned so many times
I’m going out tonight
And kill every
Black man i see
I said "uh,uh
Not me!"

I have got
A big confession
I’ll be as clean
As the new ss
As orderly as a nurse
Just like a doctor
As clean
As this earth
So he took
His favourite red knife
Stuck it in
Some dealser’s thigh
Took all his dope
What a mess
My my

He came back up
To our flat
Pulled a dirty fit
Out of the garbage
Came into my room
He said "You’ve gotta help me"
I said "Hello you old devil"
And smashed him
Right in the teeth

I will be as clean as
Christ on the cross
I’ve been so dirty
I will be as clean as
Christ on your wall
Restitution for everyone
Who died along the way
Having fun

swamp food thing

From Finland
To New Orleans
You wouldn’t believe
What I’ve seen
People jump my train
They jump my scene
And it’s all
For a plate of beans
Food

Been looking high
Been looking low
What gotta know is
How low can you go
I’m not a picky eater
You know what i mean
I like to lick
My plate clean

Psychotic women
They abound
You wouldn’t believe
The men that I’ve found
But I’m not a picky eater
You know what I mean
I like to lick
My plate clean

I know how hard
It can be to find
A friend at the end of the day
If you can count them
On two hands
At the end of your life
Consider yourself lucky

gambol

I like to gamble
I’m not talking
Sports or fucking real estate
I like to gamble
Take your blackjacks
Russian roulette
Or racing stakes
I like to gamble
I don’t like craps
But your sanity will do
Not like Rambo
I’d prefer a little more
Reality in my food
If you please

I like to travel
I like the food i meet
The people i eat
Travel
A trip out of town
Or a nervous breakdown
I’d rather straddle
This razorblade
Than sit on that fence
Travel
No matter where you live
You’re still the same pig you’ve always been

I like to gamble
That’s why I walk
These streets
All night every night
I like to waffle
Does a man like me
Really need a wife
I like to scramble
Look for some
Good German wine
Or a good
German knife
I like to gamble
What’s more important
Your money
Or your life

(she) hit me

Janis never gave it
Away freely
But I knew we’d make it
After one look in her eye
Then we got all
Touchy feely
I’m impulsive
Away we did fly
I used to be convulsive
Now I’m hap-hap-hap-happy

Joanna always
Kept her head up
She was a nazi
She caught me
On the chin
I never got fed-up
You know I told her
"I never hit women
If you get any bolder
I’m gonna have to be
Tough tough tough"

What will I call
The girl this time
The little harlot
Is a real drug slut
Now she’s a friend of mine
She’ll forget about me
Now that she’s in this song
I knew all along
That we were
Wrong wrong wrong

more blue shock

Is it really true?
You’re not coming
Round here no more
No face at my door
No jokes that had us
Rolling on the floor

You said you didn’t like
The spare-ribs
In the restaurant
But I saw the papers
The police gave you
They charged you
With assult

More blue shock more blue shock
More blue pills more blue pills
It reminded me of a friend
They found him hanging
From a light fixture
In the middle of his room
Just before breakfast
Swinging in the gloom
And I couldn’t help thinking
This was gonna happen to you
All screwed up in your head
In your cell
Swinging in the gloom

Is it really true
You’re not coming
‘Round here no more
Locked up once
And let out
Never more

deathwatch

It’s a new deal
With the same deck of cards
Any old play
We’re fashioning new parts

I get too nervous
I can’t touch you now
I get so excited
But I’ll catch you somehow

Try and make sense
With a pair of loaded dice
Is like having faith
In some guy called Christ

I get too nervous
I can’t touch you now
I get so excited
But I’ll catch you somehow
(Catch you somehow)

It’s a crap shoot
With you as victim
Will you survive
The odds are slim to none

I get too nervous
I can’t touch you now
I get so excited
But I’ll catch you somehow
(Catch you somehow)

When the waiting is over
When the days are through
And I relax with you
We’ll fall in love
Yeah, we’ll all fall in love
Again

sexual roulette

art bergmann

bound for vegas

sexual roulette

bar of pain

hospital song

sleep

dirge no. 1

swamp food thing

gambol

(she) hit me

more blue shock

deathwatch