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There are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black
Political resentment and people start to crack There's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog Yet you sit there and judge me and you think it makes a difference If you think I'm all alone you are foolishly wrong There's an entire army who blindly follow along And you happen to be one of them, believe it or not Even though you try not to be, we are of the same plague The other ways we're taught to fear Don't even scratch the surface of the problem here But I'm not blind and I'm not scared So many crucial factors exist out there And we're but one and they're but two And how we come to terms will help us pull through Things cannot change too fast, it took us this much time To reach our current platform and walk this fragile line If I thought I'd make a difference, I'd kill myself today But so many are like me, lost in the fray You create your own reality And leave mine to me, leave mine to me Leave mine to me, leave mine to me |
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A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack Tonight the windows are watching The streets all conspire and the lamppost can't stop crying If I could fly high above the world Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity? Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides And olly olly oxenfrees who pick a side and hide? The world is scratching at my door My morning paper's got the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cockroach naps and rattling traps How many devils can you fit upon a match head? Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction In my alley around the corner there's a wino with feathered shoulders And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living The world is scratching at my door My morning paper has the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back How many angels can you fit upon a match? I want to know why Hemingway cracked Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction Life is the crummiest book I ever read There isn't a hook Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock And characters an amateur would never dream up Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction |
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The brown and orange sky holds its breath
As the sun retreats to the distant horizon And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine And wait for sleep to overcome us And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating It screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense Tiny voices Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way Tiny voices Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say And if you don't confront them they will never go away The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky Filled with poignant morose wonder Waking to bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil That we carry deep inside And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating It screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense Tiny voices Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way Tiny voices Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say And if we don't confront them they will never go away |
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Every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend
Could it be that it's only superficiality? Without regard to well-being, without an inkling of compromise Handshakes are nothing but a subtle fuck you Contracts determine the best friendships This is the way of the modern world Everyone's vying for patronage This is the way of the modern world And something has gotta give Every time you shake someone's hand and you share neither color nor creed You gotta overcome the obstacles of history There is restrained passion, mistrust and bigotry And these have created the new foundations of society There's no harmony just class and race This is the way of the modern world Everyone's fighting for dominance This is the way of the modern world And something has gotta give Now I believe in unity And I am willing to compromise But I'm not gonna lie or sell my soul Every time you shake someone's hand It determines where you stand And if you won't uphold your side then it's better to Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Someone's gotta give |
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I'm sorry about the sun
How could I know that you would burn? And I'm sorry about the moon How could I know that you'd disapprove? And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure we communicate at length Oh yeah But until then, better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head Better off dead, yeah, better than this Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss I'm sorry about the world How could I know you'd take it so bad? And I'll never make the same mistake So if you're looking for a patsy, why not try the entire human race? Just to play it safe But until then, better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head Better off dead, yeah, better than this Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss Better off dead, yeah, better off dead Why don't you try pushing daisies instead? Better off dead, yeah better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure you participate Oh yeah And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure you participate Just in case |
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Now here I go, hope I don't break down
I won't take anything, I don't need anything Don't want to exist, I can't persist Please stop before I do it again Just talk about nothing Let's talk about nothing Let's talk about no one Please talk about no one, someone, anyone You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me I'm on the edge, get against the wall I'm so distracted, I'd like to strike you Here's my confession, you learned your lesson Stop me before I do it again Just talk about nothing Let's talk about nothing Let's talk about no one Please talk about no one, someone, anyone You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me You're clear as a heavy lead curtain Want to drill you like an ocean We can work it out, I've been running out Now I'm running out, don't be mad about it, baby You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me I want to tie you, crucify you Kneel before you, revile your body You and me, we're made in heaven I want to take you, I want to break you Supplicate you with thorny roses You and me are incurable I want to bathe you in holy water I want to kill you upon the altar You and me, you and me |
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Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my connection To the world outside The world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer The candidates are running and the son of God is coming Crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution Whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my injection From the world outside Every atom of my body, blood, and sinew, bone and fiber I can't distill you from my blood, you're a hungry germ inside of me You're my lover, my heroine, my conscience, and my voice and I know now that I have learned to let you in, I will never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation I prefer my big brother, he's so gentle and understanding And I learn what I can by the television light So that when I'm all alone I know it's gonna be alright Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television |
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Individuals run for cover for the multitudes of thoughtless clones
Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass Individuals hide in fear undercover, sheltered by the wafer Thin veil of intelligence, thin veil of intelligence Individuals, nowhere to be seen Urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass with maggots Cooking in the desert heat, cooking in the desert heat Oozing with progeny writhing and desperate for input from Someone more determined, someone more determined Congregated in invisible circles Half apart and half apart All too aware of the insignificance Pushing on with soul and heart Individuals don't pray for forgiveness when pinned up against the wall Under siege of persecution, under siege of persecution Individuals command exception and accept dichotomy Maybe you can't choose anymore, maybe you can't choose anymore Procreation without gain or purpose Languid wills and torpid minds Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time You take yours and I'll keep mine |
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Well, I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner
In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America I imagine how his mother felt When she heard that her husband was dying And the underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack Were blowing up worlds and damned out loud Hey, can you tell me, how does it feel? Yeah, tell me Can you imagine for a second Doing anything that you don't have to? Well, that's what I'm accustomed to So hooray for me and fuck you! When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank My angel-devil reveller shook me desperately in dying I don't exactly want to apologize for anything And now we're all mad and tangled In secret rooms with roman candles On an endless graveyard train Yeah, tell me Can you imagine for a second Doing anything just 'cause you want to? Well, that's just what I do So hooray for me and fuck you! Yeah, I was dreaming through the "how's life," yawning, car black in that night When she told me "mad and meaningless as ever" And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme For a million crying voices in their tragedy of respectable existence Tell me, can you imagine for a second Trying half the things you ever wanted to? Well, that's just what I do So hooray for me Oh yeah, I'm not respectable, never sensible Maybe incredible, so damned irascible I like the things I do So hooray for me and fuck you! |
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So you're feeling unimportant
'Cause you've got nothing to say And your life is just a ramble No one understands you anyway Well, I've got a piece of news, son That might make you change your mind Your life is historically meaningful And spans a significant time Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Well, now do you feel a little better? Lift up your head and walk away Knowing we're all in this together For such a short time anyway There is just no time to parade around sulking I would rather laugh than cry The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak, we share this place together And we pitch in to help it die, we pitch in to help it die I'm not too good at giving morals And I don't fear the consequence If life makes you scared and bitter At least it's not for very long Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon |
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If I'm a monster, I am a willing one
This roller coaster ride is an enticing one On the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike through disorder Carrying me like a vessel through water And everything you see leaves a mark on your soul Everything you feel leaves a mark on your soul Everything you touch leaves a mark on your soul Everything you make leaves a mark on your soul If I can touch it, I can destroy it If it's imaginable to some degree I can become it Like a hungry turning cortex that just flickers to existence Consuming bits and pieces 'til I'm finally extinguished And everyone you see leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you bear leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you touch leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you love leaves a mark on your soul And everything you take leaves a mark on your soul Everything you give leaves a mark on your soul And all the fear and loneliness that's impossible to control And every tear you cry leaves a mark on your soul |
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Automatons with business suits, swinging black boxes
Sequestering the blueprints of daily life Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual As they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations Don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution If I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation Just the bald and overt truth of the evil and deception There is an inner logic and we're taught to stay far from it And it's simple and elegant But it's cruel and antithetic And there's no effort to reveal it Graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos In sagacious dialog they despise their average ways Betraying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution Where they practice exclusion on the masses every day I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations Don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution If I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation Just the bald and overt truth of the evil and deception There is an inner logic and we're taught to stay far from it And it's simple and elegant But it's cruel and antithetic And there's no effort to reveal it Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement Simulating tyranny under red alert Protecting the opulent and staging moral standard They expect redemption of character and self-worth Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement Simulating tyranny under red alert Protecting the opulent and staging moral standard They expect redemption of character and self-growth No equality, no opportunity No tolerance for the progressive alternative |
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I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah And I don't want it, the things you're offering me Symbolized bar code, quick I.D., oh yeah 'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? I can't explain it The things they're saying to me It's going "yah yah yah yah yah yah yah" Oh yeah 'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read but I got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? Tried to tell you about No Control But now I really don't know And then you told me how bad you had to Suffer Is that really all you had to offer? See I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read, but I've got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Cat's foot, iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more Innocents raped with napalm fire Everything I want, I really need Ain't life a mystery, yeah? |
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