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you took off your pretty face
and threw it out so carelessly
i picked it up and brushed it off
i thought that it was just for me
i'm never gonna be the one you call
my picture's never gonna hang on your wall
i bet you never think about me at all
but that's fine
i wake up at two pm i'm in bed by ten
on one hand i can count every one of my friends
but your life looks so much more exciting
and the face that you left me looks so sweet and inviting
now i'm happy again
i used to be so bored every single day
everyone i met would push me away
now i've got a new game i can play
so i'm fine
i put your face right over mine
and everyone thought i was you
nobody even recognized
nothing that i said was true
now you're the only one i wanna be
i use your mouth to talk and your eyes to see
now there's two of you and no more of me
and that's fine
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2. |
Invaders
04:48
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there's a needle in the side of my forehead
i wonder who put it there (maybe it was you)
i've got two dollars for my bus fare
but a shot costs twenty what am i gonna do?
hey
on the bus on the way to my office job
take out my phone and there's (no reception)
there's a creep with a bible sitting next to me
wants to tell me 'bout the (pure conception)
invaders hiding in my mom's basement
invaders at the walmart down the street
invaders wanna get us all wasted
invaders from the church of scientology
elevator with a man who thinks he knows me
he cracks a smile and it (doesn't look right)
run up the stairs 'til i think i'm gonna throw up
sit in my chair and my (face feels too tight)
invaders on a blue and green spaceship
invaders are the reason why i have a knife
invaders always got a new sales pitch
invaders wanna tell me how to live my life
i wish that when i talked to them they understood
facts are fraud and fear is god and only lies are good
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i read your letter and it made me cry
i need some love i'm gonna let you try
i look at you and see a brilliant mind
i'll live with you and stop you going blind
oh mr casaubon
you seemed so nice a couple months ago
i'm far from home without a place to go
the things you said this morning made me cry
i guess i'll have to wait for you to die
oh mr casaubon
all that you've ever done is let me down
i like you better now you're in the ground
forget your money i've got someone new
i'll have much better luck on number two
oh mr ladislaw
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4. |
Theme For A Spy Show
01:28
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i wanna be your bond girl baby
i want you to throw me away
i wanna take a bullet for you baby
so that you can die another day
look into my situation
top secret information
i know you wanna find a way inside boy
i know how bad you wanna get smart
i got intel inside my chest boy
if you want it go and break my heart
illicit communication
top secret information
the world is yours not mine
reconnaissance and infiltration
top secret information
oh, don't let me blow your cover darling
i'll give you an education
top secret information
the world is yours not mine
i'll give you a demonstration
top secret information
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hey! hey! hey!
baby this isn't what i signed up for
you said that you'd stick with me but i see you looking at the door
this isn't my idea of love
i'm beginning to think there's no such thing as what i've been dreaming of
i've never loved somebody
the way that you don't love me
life is so dark and muddy
it can't touch my fantasy
give me an emerald lover
sparkling and shiny green
a precious stone like no other
for the day when you leave me
now i know that this can be hard to do
so baby just turn around and i'll make it easier for you
just close your eyes and count to ten
and next time you open them you won't ever have to see me again
i've never loved somebody
the way that you don't love me
life is so dark and muddy
it can't touch my fantasy
give me an emerald lover
for when the excitement's gone
a precious stone like no other
for the day when you move on
i should have known that it was never meant to be
'cause i'm made of flesh and blood
so how could you love me?
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6. |
Hack Up A Lung
07:15
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as the bell rang at 3:30
he had just one thing on his mind
he walked past posters pins and t-shirts
but he might as well have been blind
he went where nobody would see him
where the detector was turned off
and as he reached into his pocket
from far away he heard a cough
it all started when he was just a kid
they all told him he should try it so he did
he bought a couple puffs with his weekly cash
now everywhere he goes he leaves a trail of ash
he won't quit no matter how high the tax
'cause it's the only way he knows how to relax
he likes the smell and the little orange glow
he ain't afraid of goin' out slow
he is god's gift to big tobacco
give yourself to me and i will lift you up
put me to your lips and let me fill your cup
burn me 'til i'm black and use me up for fun
crush my head and throw me out when you're all done
do it again
hack up a lung
these days everyone wants to give him shit
when he goes out they try to tell him where to sit
his friends hold their breath every time they pass
he lights up and wonders why they won't get off his ass
his mom told him one day he'd get sick
he rolled his eyes and said he already knew the risks
he tells her that he'll quit but it's just for show
he ain't afraid of goin' out slow
he is god's gift to big tobacco
give yourself to me and i will lift you up
put me to your lips and let me fill your cup
burn me 'til i'm black and use me up for fun
crush my head and throw me out when you're all done
do it again
hack up a lung
tastes good like it should
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7. |
Date Ripper
06:00
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you know i'm very proud of you
but i'm tired of being out of the loop
i tried to understand it but
i wound up empty-handed
do you know how it feels to be confused?
what do i do when you refuse?
baby when you come back
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8. |
Tides
04:59
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that star's not quite as bright
as when i looked the other night
and saw it smiling down upon my face
i put my ear down to the ground
and heard a sound
that made me wish that i was in another place
the sun gets dimmer every day
and soon will melt away
until the darkness sweeps across the land
the moon is out of tune
and though it tries to hold onto
the tides they're always slipping from its hands
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9. |
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i
count
every finger on my
hands
and
realize i'm missing
two
you
have it out for me
i know you're always staring at me
and it's like you're daring me to
take
back
what was taken from me
bite
down
on the hand that feeds you
they
all
have it out for me
i'm looking through the window in my chest
and i see nothing but a
(constant state of sickness)
the chambers of my heart are in a
(constant state of sickness)
ripping me apart i'm in a
(constant state of sickness)
i don't know where to start
a constant state of sickness is mine
cold
cash
in my hand again i'm
out
stretched
for the final time i
feel
joy
till it's gone again
i need someone to tell me when to stop or else i'll drop into a
(constant state of sickness)
thirty becomes twenty in a
(constant state of sickness)
twenty becomes ten i'm in a
(constant state of sickness)
ten becomes nothing
i'm broke again
hey, you don't have to worry 'bout me
i know that you're scared
things always work out in the end
don't act like you're unaware
i've found a way
to get out for good
there's loads of rich people all over my neighborhood
i'll pay them a visit, and then
in the morning
i'll
be
okay again
poverty, although any sage, wise, satisfied, bona fide saint of a man won’t dare deny to deify it – that is to say to praise it, raise it to the state of grace that crowns a king with pounds of bling, to affirm that the full fool is fallen in his filth – yea although this may be, it’s the shadow of a zeitgeist peering at its cracked appearance with its failing eyesight in a broken mirror that with finer hands it once made long ago, when the flames could brave the cold. now the mind of the times is the same as thine and mine, and we push away the poverty all blinder than the blind, and we search the earth, leave no stone unturned, until every tattered rag that we can find is caught and burned. we stumble through the rain weighing down our woolen cloaks, and I’m certain that no man should bear more than his weight in gold. my friends I keep close, and my enemies are closer; but krishna’s in my chariot, the wiser and the older. god’s the only one that’s under me, and there’s no one above him. god became a poor man to ensure we’d never love him.
give me all you got
(constant state of sickness)
i got no shame for what i did
(constant state of sickness)
don't treat me like i'm just a kid
(constant state of sickness)
i deserve what i want
my constant state of sickness is gone
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Your sin is rank
Your heart is green
We’re all just cogs
In your machine
You hand out scraps
And keep the rest
You take our cash
And spend it on death
You wear the crown
Upon your head
You’re like a fly
On something dead
We can’t be saved
Without your kiss
We won’t make waves
If we’re not on your list
You hold us well
You have our hearts
If it won’t sell
Then is it art?
You’re number one
We must admit
If we turn you down
Then this is it
So have your fun
We’ll make no threats
But this is one
You’ll never get
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Baby in the Bitch Seat Annapolis, Maryland
Punk-pop for the lovestruck masses
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