Widows. An antique replacement, A briefcase filled with mace. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Students. Spray the kent state mace. Wishing wells, missing clientele. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found
Parkas worn in summer apparel. Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows.
Widows. Veiled in rebound sheets, This is the ghost of a chance the lonely Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Precision. Watch the scalpel make roads, Hear them talk in paranoid parables. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found.
Storefront chairman's fingering button. This running of the bulls will trample all the life support system.
Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop.
Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop.
Madrid space station spain E space! E space! Flesh versus machine. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop.
Widows. An antique replacement, A briefcase filled with mace. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found Students. Spray the kent state mace. Wishing wells, missing clientele. Widows. Six legged lost and found, found
Parkas worn in summer apparel. Sweat lodge comatose of broken arrows.
Storefront chairmen fingering buttons. This running of the bulls will trample all the life support system.
Gored my neck, Don't spare me death, I'm running circles, Red cape paper Taste the vapor.
Gored my neck, Don't spare me death, I'm running circles, Red cape paper Taste the vapor. Taste the vapor.
Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop. Matadors chase the bull in a china shop.
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?)
They'd call it a wasteland auslander plates you know its armor was human drove stakes into the main camps eyesockets sank into the back of its head again this frequency was jet lagged yes the wrinkles mate with the owner's manual with the owner's manual
Frequent flyers in denial and all the while emergency is evident revenants were the statues radar learning of huddled masses
CHORUS: sutured all the patients of this nursing home omitted from the pages of this burial ground (x2)
labor concentrated in this sheepless chapel(x2)
they call it a wasteland they call it a wasteland, baby they call it a wasteland they call it a wasteland, baby they call it a, they call it a, they call it a, they call it a
"Hello?" "Hello, mother leopard. I have your cub. You must protect her, but that will be expensive. 10,000 cola nuts, wrapped in brown paper. Midnight, behind the box. I'll be the hyena, you'll see."
This could last us all a lifetime Limbs intact, untouched On the screen of a video tape Confined to bedposts we wait as lepers Upheld at knife's reach, Oh, we covet all the status quo. This syringe will take a lifespan It's filled with bait and tackle Try and catch us if you can...
Meet us at the corner of 5th and Pontiac. But make sure that no one else is with you, If you wish to see them alive again. Then humor me with this request, Humor me with this request! In basements we will hide, Amnesia in our alibis...
Pinch history feel the pinch blistering Pinch me in my dreams cause i'm still not listening X marks the spot on your calendar days A beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs
Temper temper temperature
Manuscript replica (Cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it)
In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face
Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail The whites of their eyes polaroids of the tale For our amusement we bring stares to the defendants Mechanical panaceas absolved by history Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet
Temper temper temperature
Manuscript replica (cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it)
Squirming through cuts in a throat cut it... cut it...
Autonomous machete for hands Warden and judge hide behind masks Wet raindrop lull Small rationing Exhumed the the rhetoric of Break the weak in single file Sanction this outbreak - a virus conspires Push become shove , days become months I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun
Feeding frenzy its contagious Have trigger will travel Single sparks are spectral fires
Shackled the grapple and sentinels found Binoculars watch cardboard towns Strung up in webs the net was flung Over the auditorium Slave trade the weak , no call to arms Sanction this outbreak ; a virus conspires Push become shove , days become months And I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun
A single spark can start a spectral fire Have trigger will travel
We sample from the shelves Tore a page out of this chapter Deface the essays in the book that you're reading We are the leaches that stop the bleeding
Deficit attention program By any means necessary Blare sirens to the library Whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary
Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying?
Aeronautics hacked The spine of paragraphs Prepare to indent, a coma that read- Floating in a soundproof costume
Here comes the monolith Brass knuckles for the hissie fit An abbreviation for the landing of fleets In-in-in-incoming
Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying?
(Am I supposed to die alone?) (Am I supposed to die alone?)
Position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes Permission was hinted lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold
(Am I supposed to die alone?) (Am I supposed to die alone?)
Is it heavier than air? (Am I supposed to die alone?) Is it heavier than air? Is it heavier than air? (Am I supposed to die alone?) Is it heavier than air?
Come on, run, c-c-c-come on...
Position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes Permission was hinted lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold
I'm just tired of counting bodies Is this mausoleum tardy Let's just paint you a pretty face Flies dip tongues into tear ducts In toothpicks fought unborn Contusion is hungry They still eat their young Proto-culture null and void
All veins in highway laps This breath collapsed again This hex was delivered spent Orchestra influenza Drawn and quartered pets It dwells and grows
This is the pocket sized edition Rabid sleep through benediction Let's just paint you a pretty face Museums mark their bodies down And the tenants found All the distance in their prefix
Contusion is hungry They still eat their young Proto-culture null and void
Fever bliss into central nervousness Bitten on the entrance I was bitten on the entrance
Nuisance An actor choking on nectar Nothing gotten Narcoleptics will cut off these patients blue arms Peg legged Sullen Drool on these words I've never uttered Yes I swear
Out stayed our welcome A jab from behind Spoke on these crutches You wouldn't mind I had the rack ignored in your last implants
Maiden winters Tickling whispers Sit still or you can't just listen Extra extra extracurricular Determine if the wick can burn
Acid Cracked ribs Timber Class dismissed
Sutured Swollen Spiteful of these silent urns Yes I swear
Legs cracked and head dressed A jab from behind A trolley over the sun You wouldn't mind Bull legged attrition on this satellite
Maiden winters Tickling whispers Sit still or you can't just listen
Extra extra extracurricular Determine if the wick can burn
The weak are supposed to die(x4)
And you cant see this lighthouse Cause there's no place to go This siphon drinks the water But it will never grow
Lark throated spit through beaks tonight These gagging chirps were written in disguise What's that sound? Caskets floating
Hey you did you ever intend to sleep inside my tomb And you would ever attempt to kick from inside of this womb Hey you would you ever attempt the excavation of these fossils And in case you haven't noticed, we're already dead
This gravity is a quadriplegic horse and carriage...
Pendulum swing through tantrm This scalpel's gaze untamed won't feel romantic What's that sound? Caskets floating
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.
(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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
