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| 2. |
| 2:49 | 
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This time I'm gonna take the collection baby.
And with the money in my hand, I'm gonna purchase all the details. Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping. Walking on tiptoed pickpocket fever. Racing up the scales of your thermometer. Turnbuckle tourniquet clotting the moonshine. Clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines. I'm singing happy, happy, happy valentines, yeah. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. Omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. And when you say... And when she knocked me over, I looked inside the hearse. Sprouting chauvinistic swine, And written were the words. Poking butter with this knife. Allergic to this concubine. Racing by in a '56 Chevy, And we couldn't even pretend, To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping. I found feathers in your Hit and run Nest. |
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| 3. |
| 2:48 |
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(Spoken:)
I had a friend who died for something he really loved. I had a friend who stood for none of the above. I had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars. Who got drunk one night in the trunk of Louie P.'s car. I had a friend who'd love to scare you, as was his affection. And tremble you did cause you weren't worthy of his friendship. I had a friend, but now he's stranded on the Mesa Street exit. And sometimes I'm jealous cause I'm still at the intersection. I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Yes, there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. Duct tape the cross on the brown colored box. Well single file line on the unpaved road. (The road.) Well they tipped their hats, respect for the dead. (The road.) In Juarez, Mexico is where they buried my friend. There are no words To express the loss I feel since you've been away. You made a typical sad song, A physical classroom. Where I learned nothing. Just flashes of your, Face. Just flashes of your, Face. And my solution is: It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. And nothing really matters. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. But nothing really matters. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. (The road.) Now he's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit. (The road.) And sometimes I'm jealous 'cause I'm waiting at the intersection. (The road.) I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. (Blood.) Yes, there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. (Go.) I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Too heavy to hold. Who'd felt too heavy to hold. And there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. Like a boat without oars. D-d-d-die. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. But it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It, it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it, it's all a facade. |
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| 4. |
| 3:27 |
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I-N-I-T-I
A-T-I-O-N. Follow you home after every show. Perforated into tiny fragments. Heavy breathing's your new fan club. A John Hancock with the safety off, After every show. And how this pedestal fits like glove. Such a pity I built no ladder from the roots And above i'll be hacking off, After every show. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you, Yeah you, (Initiation.) Yeah you. (What!) Said, what you doing? These parting contestants never win. Parting contestants never seem to win. Watch you clap your hands by the stage. Lend me your ears for just another page. In the book that your friend signed yesterday. When I told you not to bother to holler. Your telephone's the one that helped Me wrap The cord Around your neck You know you're beautiful, When you're Dead. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you, Yeah you, (Initiation.) Yeah you. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you. (Initiation.) Party protects us and every day fades away. |
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| 5. |
| 1:45 |
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You keep telling me,
This voltage hurts just a little. In the thickness of the van, You drop anchor if and when. Concealing all the thoughts, We hid and laughed forever. In the thickness of the van, You drop anchor if and when. Repelling essence swelling, something to blame. Bleeding profusely, outside looking tame. The nerve of your hometown... I'm drinking slovenly. Leave me alone, Leave me alone. I am not your brother. I see five holes In your flag. Repelling essence swelling, something to blame. And from these hands sweeps the grenade. I'm swimming down. Leave me alone, Leave me alone. (I am not your brother.) Well, I'm not your brother. I see five holes In your flag. Collect calling. The fuse is crawling. To the next hometown. Collect calling. The fuse is crawling. Can you feel the bite of my nails? (Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Can you feel the bite of my nails? Leave me alone, Leave me alone. Well, I'm not your brother. I see five holes In your flag. Leave me alone, Leave me alone. I am not your brother. I see five holes In your flag. Yeah. Sink! Swim! Drown! Together! |
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| 6. |
| 3:08 |
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Pregnant with the keys to your stick shift mood.
Can't get yourself ignition. Can't get yourself ignition. Grease-stained parking spot. Embed and loiter bottle tops. Dipped in the secretion of your syphilis flirtation. Must we go, Spell it out? Must we, Go spell it out? Roman candle. Cradles. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradles. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething... "C" is for contraction, Thirty minutes apart. Umbilical agendas In the coup de jat. "C" is for the cul de sac, Tienanmen reverse. Parking all the grandeur In the backseat afterbirth. Grease-stained parking spot. L-l-l-loiter tops. The loiter tops. They're mine. They're dipped in the secretion. We are, Dipped in the secretion. Must we go, Spell it out for you and you and you and you? Must we go spell it out? Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendos. Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we?) Do we gotta spell it out? (Do we?) Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) His petty stained glance. Mao Zedong fever in his lint tipton. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) In this cursive dysentery. Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) |
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| 7. |
| 3:33 |
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So we saw,
The opportunities. The stitch and thread, With no down payments. Our neighbors see it through their own eyes. The others hear the story through the grapevine. Well, dot your "I"'s. Cross your "T"'s. This forfeiture's the burden of another, another. And all those friends you thought you had, Are laughing at and not with you. And all those friends you thought you knew, You'd trade it all for a tank full of fuel. Of fuel, yeah. I'm gonna trade it all... Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. All the warmth that a boy can give. With a sheepskin costume, I'm a truant officer. (Unknown) Dot your "I"'s. Cross your "T"'s. The burden of another. Cross your "I"'s. Dot your "T"'s. This forfeiture's the burden of another, another. Dot your "T"'s. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. Well, all the warmth that a boy can give. Sheepskin costume, I'm the truant officer. I got a tank full of fuel. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. All the warmth that a boy can give. The tank full of fuel. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. It's all the warmth a boy can give. Sheepskin costume, And I'm the truant officer. I got a tank full of fuel. |
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| 4:35 |
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Pigeon-holed decision.
Making all my mind's made up. I only colored outside the lines, Because I forgot. Stenciled teen initials That were carved, On the roof of my mouth. Only to mark the words of so-and-so. Fuck so-and-so. So-and-so. I've been dancing in the bathroom stalls, Excreting words meant for this song. Well, I'm kicking in windows. It makes music to me. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. Pallbearer, we are and all that we never get. And all my little pushes fall on your, Deaf! Ears! (x4) Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark. Kicking in these windows. In these windows. It's on the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. It's on the roof of my mouth. Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth. Tickling with contusions. Paper bag masks hiding infantile music. No pictures, Just words. Are you afraid of our books? Illiterate cells, For the valley of mules. Well, I've been dancing in the bathroom stalls, Excreting words just for this song. Well, I'm kicking in windows. And you know what? It just does make music to me. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We're gonna die. Pallbearer, we are and all that we never get. And all my little pushes fall on your, Deaf! Ears! (x4) Kicking in these windows. It's on the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. It's on the roof of my mouth. Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the... Kicking in these windows. |
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| 9. |
| 3:17 |
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I'm an incision,
The kind that glistens. And not to mention we appeal when we've healed. I'm an incision, Just an incision. I've got Polaroid value in a celluloid way. With twelve hard years, Of currency. And they trade it all, For the current scene. I'm an incision, The kind that glistens. Polaroid value, celluloid way. This air condition, Is on intermission. We're burning on the border like they said we would. I'm an incision, Just an incision. The kind that glistens, And we appeal when we've healed. Burning in on the borders like they said that we would. With twelve hard years, Of currency. And they trade it all, For the current scene. They're partial to the way you speak. Blue tagged and blue tagged, blue tagged and incomplete. We're burning on the borders like they said that we would. It's been twelve hard years, yeah. They're partial to the way you speak. We're burning on the borders like they said we would. This intermission is on intermission. The kind that you get when you're burning on the border. With twelve hard years, Of currency . And they trade it all, For the current scene, The current scene. |
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| 10. |
| 2:46 |
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Substation,
Submerging. Suburban disturbance. Incoherent gourding. Coating of arms. They came a knocking paranoia in the walls, Where we heard family dying while the band played on, I said the band played on. Told sky to leave to the east. Bay clone. (Weren't you taking me to my home.) (Are you gonna take me to my home. Weren't you taking me home. Secret service, We deserve this. We lost the friends, To the pavement. Yeah, to the pavement. Substation, Subconscious. Well, let's do our William Tell routine. (Let's do it.) Let's do our William Tell routine. We're chewing on the goodyear. (Yeah.) With handcuffs on the wristwatch. (Wristwatch.) We're chewing on the goodyear (Chewing.) Let's do our William Tell routine. (Yeah!) Substation, Subconscious. Submerging. Suburban disturbance. Incoherent gourding. They came a knocking paranoia in the walls, Were we heard family dying while the band played on, The band played on. The coating of arms. The coating of arms. [Unknown] Substation Submerging |
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| 11. |
| 2:58 |
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K-k-k-kiss and kill your boyfriend.
And all rich ones too. Rich kids of the world unite. Rich kids of the... Dime on the bleachers, Head says not that far away But the only way up is down, And I keep on falling. Flip it again, But the answer hasn't spared a change. Doesn't matter how much time, You'll never forget that forgetting's required. Served on a platter of fakes, It's inevitable: We're proud to be pricks. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces! Picking up the pieces one by... Don't let it, don't let it ride. Don't let it ride. Don't let it, don't let it ride. Answer. Someone, Anyone. Won't you pick up the pieces You left Behind? Answer. Someone, Anyone. Won't you pick up the pieces You left, Behind? Kiss and kill your boyfriend. |
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