The Vindictives - The Many Moods Of The Vindictives (2005) by The Vindictives (보컬) on maniadb.com

Call me irresponsible,
Call me unreliable,
Throw in undependable too.
Do my foolish alibis bore you?
Well, I'm not too clever. I just adore you.

Call me unpredictable,
Tell me I'm impractical,
Rainbows I'm inclined to pursue.

Call me irresponsible,
Yes I'm unreliable,
But it's undeniably true
I'm irresponsibly mad for you.

Call me irresponsible,
Yes, I'm unreliable,
But it's undeniably true
I'm irresponsibly mad for you

Posing like a statue sitting in my office chair
Typing letters for computer eyes to sorta read drifting like an odor
Now I'm blending in with the air
I'm becoming more and more of what I've got to be.
I'm invisible
I'm floating floating past the homes of the Ozzie and Harriets.
Past the plans of moving in next door,
Cause I'm prepared, I've got it all figured out.
Made me out of frosted flakes and television shows.
Made me out of frozen shrimp in office party bowls.
I metamorphisized cause I have nothing else to do.
I'll walk into the crowd to avoid becoming you.

I'm invisible
I'm fading fading into sacrifice that doesn't stand for anything.
Do not disturb this state of unconsciousness.
I'm safe in here, becoming part of everyone!

Secluded in her own confused frustration,
Perpetuated by irrational obligations,
She switches emotions that bend to her beliefs,
But the duties ahead set forth won't bring relief.
So go tail spinning,
There goes little Bonnie again, nose diving.
There goes little Bonnie again,
Having a fit again, having a fit again, having a fit again.
There goes little bonnie again.

If I were youze I'd move far far far away.
She's got her sneaky little games to play.
The bonds that bind her see through lies are weak
And the tempest is rising in the back of her mind,
But I think I've go something caught in my eye.
So go tail spinning,
There goes little Bonnie again, nose diving.
There goes little Bonnie again,
Having a fit again, having a fit again, having a fit again.
There goes little Bonnie again, watch her spin

Everything I've got has certain places to go.
A shelf for this and a drawer for that thing.
A special something for that special someone,
A little room where people leave me alone.
Now I'm putting items into their spots.
I can fit this lid directly on this box,
I will count to ten in alphabetical order.
I would buy a uniform if I could afford it.
Shut me up with my own screaming,
Show me how to be forgiven.
I'm sure that there's something missing,
But I'd better tend to my own business.
Carefully I twist the proper lid on this jar,
Reconnection pieces that have fallen apart.
Spacing equal inches when I'm setting the table,
Removing accumulated lint from my navel.
Today I will spend my time renaming the parts
Of all the mechanisms listed here on this chart.
I've got twenty seconds to absorb all the feelings
Of a complicated subject that I'm not finished dealing with.
I don't know what I'm talking about,
It seems like it's very important.
I'm having trouble expressing this concept,
Theres something here and I can't ignore it.
I know there's something wrong with me

Wake me up when all my dreams come true,
Cause when I'm staring at you I'm getting crazy too.
Babbing softly in my ears
What I hear is everybody else has got nothing to do
So I'll do anything that you want me to.
I wanna rock back'n'forth in the corner with you, to the tune of...
First things first gotta lock all the doors,
Dragging my face all over the floor.
Next we're going to stare into stare into star into space.
Carry me home from the company store
And let me sing along kneeling down on all fours,
And every night we'll howl at the man in the moon.
Rocking back'n'forth in the corner with you
After climbing the walls playing peek-a-boo.
Wasting our time cause we know when the worlds gonna end in the end.
All I need is your dribbling lips,
Some drooling drips and a sloppy kiss,
Cause now I'm rocking back'n'forth in the corner with you, to the tune of...
First things first gotta lock all the doors,
Dragging my face all over the floor.
Next we're gonna stare into stare into stare into space.
Crawling all around without any clothes,
Sniffing like a dog with a curious nose,
And every night we'll howl at the man in the moon, to the tune of...

You're not very nice, and you're kinda mean,
I don't like you anymore; you're no fun to be around,
Fuck you, you suck, I hate you, get lost, go away, you asshole, you fucker,
Get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost,
Always treat me bad, always make me sad,
You look like you're mad; I'd like to kick you in the head,
Such a grouchy face, bitch all over the place,
Never nice at all, put your head right through the wall

When I do my job I do it well.
If you want blood just ring Ma Bell.
Don't talk to me man I've got a gun,
And I don't quite until I'm done.
I've only just begun; we'll storm the stadium,
Will you let me in, coach? It's just another game show.

Oh, I am the ugly American; stop me before I kill again.
Oh, I am the ugly American; stop me before I kill myself.

Let me go down with the boys that get to play with all the toys.
I'll man these gates and save the farm, cause every fool is someone's star.
We're ignorant and blind; my shoes are nicely shined,
And I know I can save my soul, somewhere over the rainbow.

Oh, I am the ugly American; stop me before I kill again.
Oh, I am the ugly American, stop my before I kill myself

Every time I hear it a chill runs down my spine.
You talk about my problems and it's fucking up my mind.
You look at me and shake your head and say that I'm not sane,
While watching sit-com re-runs is the highpoint of your day.
I'm glad to be, so glad to be,
I'm glad to be a misfit in your world,
In your world, in your world,
Cause it's not my world no more.
Anytime I talk to you I feel no connection.
You hide behind you rules and laws whenever you feel threatened.
You look at me and shake your head and make me feel insane,
While every fast food jingle jangles 'round inside your brain.
I'm glad to be, so glad to be,
I'm glad to be a reject in your world,
Your world, your world,
Cause it's not my world no more.
Invite me to your bar-b-q to marvel at your lawnmower.
Talk about the weather then get mad at me for yawning.
I'm afraid to shake your hand cause you might be contagious.
I don't think I really hate you
But I can't stand to see myself thru you're empty eyes.
You can call me dumb and lazy labeling me as weird
And tell me how to straighten out, but I can't even hear ya,
Cause I think you should quit your job and take a long vacation,
And lock yourself inside your room and take up masturbation, baby.
I'm glad to be, so glad to be,
I'm glad to be a loser, in your world,
Your world, your world,
Cause it's not my world no more

Don't try to make me smile,
Feel like shit with me for a while,
Take a little break. So what if I act like a child,
Let me crawl to you tonight, cause I'm not gonna stay.
Right now I'm feeling okay,
But tomorrow is another day, and another face.
I'm not sure what is a something
But I know that's not what I'm going to be, can't I be replaced.
I stay up late every night, to think up ways to do things right,
I wanna have it both ways. I get confused about social rules,
So I slip between the little holes and that's what I like.
What happened to your face, what the fuck did they do to your face.
Just take a look at your face, is that your other face,
Or is it the one that you misplaced,
What happened to your face? Take a real good look at my face,
Take a long hard look at my face, cause this is my face,
This is my face, this is my face, cause this is my face, yeah

Once there was a crackdown that made the quotas meet.
Squeezed on through a vacuum tube that stood you on your feet.
All the clocks stopped cold today and all the roads were closed,
So no one even noticed that the strangers wore new clothes.
As you wait for your lobotomy in line.
The cranky little clones wet at once and cry.
But mommy says it's always better to obey,
And the tiny lights burn out more and more every day.
The power rich were hung today, and all their subjects shot.
So sixty-second saviors slipped a slug in every slot.
Bullyragging sermonettes scorned the conquered creeps,
When everyone's applause dies down you'll stand upon your feet again

I sat down in the waiting room, gagging thick with cheap perfume
And all of the sudden I lost my point of view.
I felt like standing up and screaming above the roar of voices
Speaking about their daily nonsensical senseless la-dee-da's.
I think I must be the only one, who is so disgusted and miserable,
I'm sick of being a human being.
I wanna crawl on the ground like I'm a worm, or be an infectious germ,
I'm sick of being a human being.
Turn me into something new and let me live inside the zoo.
Feed me balanced meals by the clock, tick tock tick tock.
I'll fling my shit at freckled faces and screech and bounce around
In spaces specifically designed to imitate my natural habitat

I realized that you were no missing person,
By the noose that you wore around your neck.
Purplish rings and pale cheeks surrounded melancholy eyeballs.
It was clear to see that you, like me,
Were waiting for the world to stop
Because you wanted to get off where I wanted to get off.
And I just keep on getting lost.
But I don't know, nowhere to go
Cause I'm in trouble now, and everything's confusing me.
I'm fucked up and I'm climbing the walls again.
I'm fucked up and I feel like giving in again,
The situation is tearing me in two.
In the dayroom glaring and grinding your teeth
I had to ask you "what the fuck".
I had to know what you found inside
That made you wanna take another step inside.
That made you want to take another step in.
It was clear to see that you and me had just about enough of being born.
So now we're heading for the door but it's different than before,
This time I feel something more.
And now I know just where to go,
But I'm in trouble now and everyone is telling me
I'm fucked up, and I'm getting the chills again
I'm fucked up hanging on by my teeth again
The situation is all because of you

My baby thought that I'd be the perfect spouse we left for work from our white suburban house and then she chewed up fifty tablets of valium (yummy yummy in the tummy) The food chain and I have a tedious relationship enslaving me so now I'm dying to exist but then at dawn ya gotta do it all over again (and again and again and again) I'm a maladaptive function of the wealth of nations I wont be a factory handyman workin on a lifetime plan I'm in the non-productive division of the profit motive I'm a deadbeat, a loser, a parasitic user (a moocher, a cop-out, a wimpy gutted limp dick) A fateful shadow seems to follow us all as human beings, did we descend from apes or evolve from a Big Machine does mechanized behavior provide us with what we really need (what we really need as human beings) What are we doing with a statue of liberty is there anybody out there who can still think critically, you're just all suckers but now you wanna suck up my soul (I sold my soul) You don't think for a second that I'm not the only one the repetitive monotony that you accept has turned you numb your vulgar antidotes won't lure me towards and assembly line life it's my intention to defend my violation

It's got three heads and a singular mission that gobbles up everybody's ambition, your questions stem from an error in playschool and now you're spinning around like a turd in a whirlpool, and sometimes you'll sit in a concrete pit until you realize that the monster's full of shit, there's something wrong with the terrible monster that lives inside my head

Bonnie's in the playpen thinking of her weekend,
Wondering, pondering, wondering, pondering,
Why time flies time flies when you're having fun.
Bonnie's in the playpen thinking up a reason,
Wondering, pondering, wondering, pondering,
Why she cannot work at all next week.
Bonnie's in the playpen blaming me to no end,
Ragging and nagging and ragging, and nagging,
About her job, her life, and her selfish friends.
She's a whipping sand in my face and said
That I'm a disgrace she's working hard these days
She'll never change her ways
But that doesn't give her the right to start up a fight so
Get up! Get out!
Bonnie's in the playpen plotting out her revenge
Thinking of ways and thinking of ways
To get time off her job to kick my ass

I know people, who have a lot to say, while little Mr. Know-it-all sucks the thumb shoved up his ass, I know people, I see them every day, They criticize the life you live when they can't have their way, (chorus) His guts are moving in the wrong way, he shits a lot with his pants on, he'd steal a rotten donut that was soaking in a bucket of snot, His ass is moving thru the grinder his balls are nailed to the wall he's eating shit coming and going but he's always standing 10 feet tall,(/chorus) I know people, who've never learned too much, they say they have one life to live, but thinking takes too much, I know people, you're the people, I know people who like to bitch and moan,the blind will try to lead the blind... then they poke you in the eyes.. ouch, (chorus) I know people, and they know me, I know them, they know me and I know them, and they know me

Everyone tries to pull you their way then somebody tries to pull you back, they wanna fill your head with bull shit they wanna make you see the facts making rules for you to follow telling lies to keep you stuck, how much more are you gonna swallow, aren't you gonna tell'em to get fucked, Everybody with a point of view tries to shove it down your throat, everything is up to you analyze the beliefs you hold, people wanna turn you into something, into something you're not, something that you'll never be, something that you don't want. Don't let these fuckers drive you crazy, don't let'em make you think that you're wierd, they wanna be like you, the sight of you makes them aware, reject their stagnant opinions, they see in black and white, don't think about the words that hurt you, you know what's wrong and right

The cowards corresponding with some men, the blabbermouth is singing songs again, they're blowing little smoke rings up my ass, I'll whistle do-re-mi and blow'em back. I never had a problem with'em pissing in the wind, or crawling out from underneath the bed I'm sleeping in, they're cooking accusations up to get their little kicks, they're gonna drive me berserk

Stooping in the morning picking up the garbage, littering her green lawn, Susan does her busywork thinking that it's valuable, yacking at the phone. Flipping through the channels, screaming at the wallpaper, waiting for tomorrow underneath the shady trees, flip-flopping with K-mart ease, clutching sugar that she borrowed. Good morning future homemakers of America, Oh Mrs. Dishrag won't you kiss me? Susan's going crazy now dreaming about movie stars featured in her magazines rearranging furniture wishing she was manager of her local Walgreens. Pondering the growth of mold sitting on her toilet bowl thinking about slitting her wrists diving through the window and yelling at a paperboy who doesn't even know she exists. Oh Calgon take me away

The whole thing was stupid, I could see it in her hair, after I licked her in the ladies room she told me that she never got off, she asked me what I thought of her boobs and then she said she wanted Chinese food, rambled a lot without nothing to say and showed me all the crap in her stupid bag. I told her that I'd keep in touch but I didn't mean I'd hold her hand, she asked me what I wanted out of life as I kept my eyes on her little ass jumpin around in my head, I can't seem to clear my thoughts, I could get laid I suppose but what kind of choice is that. The whole thing was stupid, but she didn't seem to care, I wondered about the meaning of life and why the fuck she wanted to screw me, sat on her couch and stared at the tube, pawed at her crotch while she gave me a lube after awhile we had nothing to do so she showed me all the stuff in her stupid room

Gadget gadget gotta get that little gadget, I had one once I really knew it well, can't remember where I was when I last had it but if I did I'd never tell. Basketcase, she left me hypnotized basketcase, she left me crucified basketcase, she left me stupefied basketcase, That little plastic thing was in my pocket, it's sitting right next to the phone, it broke in pieces cause I always dropped it, I feel like I got broken bones, I watched my next door neighbor through my window, she dropped a pink thing on my lawn, she used to work the winos at the peepshow, I went to pick it up at dawn

I can see your wishy-washy heads bob up and down, you'll never deny it cause you know what I'm talking about, just passing thru till you start growing up, and when you sing along it's just like getting drunk. You block everything everything everything out you lost everything everything everything now. Well you deny the things you say you think you do but you're probably wrong it's just a phase that you're going thru, and in a coupla years when you're screaming at your own little kids, I hope these words come back and kick you in the head. You know who you are and you know what I'm talking about, you know who you are and you know what I'm talking about

I'm really getting sick of hesitating can't sit and wait for everything to change, now I don't know where the hell I'm going but it's gonna be a lot better than where I've been. Now I don't know where I'm runnin to or where I'm coming from, Now I don't care I'll run you over to get from here to get to there. Don't take this personally I know you disagree get the fuck out of my way, I mean this seriously you better listen to me I'm free today

I may live in the tiny world inside my tiny head,
And if I change my mind about things
I know that I will change it again.
Then I evaluate the processes of the modern world,
Hoping this evaluation thing moves quick enough to make things work.
Macromutations, is a major morphological change
Produced by a single homoerotic genetic monstrosity,
The material basis of all the boys and girls
Who'll change your world will mutate
And merge till they save the world.
I juggled around the variables and found them incomplete;
I looked at all the data now I know
That I'm better off just taking a guess.
We just go through the motions, mostly without a clue
Trying to rub our stomachs in a circle
While we pat our head with our hands.
The world isn't flat anymore.
You're sitting on a time bomb,
You're a ticking time bomb,
You're living on a time bomb,
You're a living time bomb