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Intro: (Sample)
(First the highlights from the war news before taking you to washington for the direct report on important developments there, berlin reports japanese troops across thailand’s border and have started a drive on the burma road, the reports that japanese troops have landed on rubang island in the Philippines is not confirmed, the island of guam is reported still in american hands, manilla has had new air raid alarms-)
Verse:
Couldn’t withstand the battering ram
How could i ever outrun the river
Now bloods pouring outta both my hands
‘Cause i dared to runaway with the scissors
Pre-Chorus:
Tijuana mall
Shopping spree
Star spangled banner
Massacree
Chorus:
Gimmie my fucken money
Jimmie boy
Gimmie my fucken money
Jimmie boy
Gimmie my fucken money
Jimmie boy
Gimmie my fucken money
Jimmie boy
Verse:
Cow printed lingerie
Never fails to ruin vampire day
It’s not shallow of the grim reaper to say
You’ve gotta put an end to this charade
They don’t offer refunds on the time you pay
Even if you want to come and stay
Pre-Chorus:
Rabid wolverine
Coasting on drinks
One too many shots to the head
Can’t think
Outro:
Gimmie my fucken money
Jimmie boy
Gimmie my fucken money
Jimmie boy
Gimmie my fucken money
Jimmie boy
Gimmie my fucken money
Jimmie boy
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Verse:
Washed up, déjà vu, on salvation army shores
Arms so real but i know that i never felt them before
Verse:
Thought I’d stumbled into a mine full of gold
But now the taps only ever run the water cold
And the ice box grows the mold
Where i thought the weakness would hold
Bridge: (Sample)
(Not only are you a hot dog, a grand stand, a showboat, and a primadona, but you’re a liar too)
Verse:
Mickey Mouse stripper bending for the almighty dollar hand-fed by the Brooklyn Brawler
You could crush globes like oranges in the palms of your hand
But when you die will they still call you superman?
Verse:
Probably not
But if you’re one of the lucky ones who wins his races with the sun
You can get your coffee hot
But otherwise just bang on the pans & the pots ‘til you get what you want
Outro: (Samples)
(Uh, we have a lot of people who are running around the mozoleium, nude, uncontrolled, so could you check that out, maybe do some preventative work? over)
(We are not here to keep people from being stupid, once they are stupid we will pick up the pieces, but we are not going to stop people from having whatever experience they want to have)
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don't follow
02:41
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ntro: (Spoken)
(Turn the drummer off, shouted a voice from the gallery about 9000 of us in the albert hall agreed)
Verse:
What i’m doin
I just don’t know
Where i’m going
I just can’t go
I’m leaving here
Private Jet
I lost it all
On another bad bet
Chorus:
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Verse:
What’s this dream
Caught in a trance
Tripping over my feet
I just can’t dance
I don’t have the best
Battle stance
I failed all my tests
Don’t know how i got the chance
Chorus:
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Verse:
Ready or not
Here i come
A juggernaut
Now on the run
I’m so far away
From where i’m from
I don’t think i’m ever not
Under the gun
Chorus:
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Don’t follow, me
Outro:
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Don’t follow
Don’t follow, me
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lingua che non parla
04:32
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Verse:
Can’t change the channels to death
Working in a pinball factory
Just ain’t gonna satisfy me
No more
Verse:
Ruby is a loser on tuesday
But one day the tides gonna ride her wave
Not like everything’s ever gonna stay the same
One day you gotta turn off the game
Chorus:
He walks in with a denim jacket
Packed with peanuts of guatemala
He’s getting shipped off to write some films
In a lingua che non parla
Verse:
He writes
Letters in the mail
Always crying about how life’s not fair
If your deck of cards missing the ten of spades
Your could trade it all in for a new masquerade
Trapped in an empty hallway
Nothing queued for my voice box to say
No lines on the script today
Wouldn’t want it any other way
Solo: (Sample)
(The journey was terrible, but the trip was alright)
Chorus:
Can’t keep up with his own
Existential dharma
He fell for a man
In a lingua che non parla
Bridge:
Stop with all the shouting
What does shouting a hurricane
Cry an atlantic ocean
And see if it drives tornadoes insane
Chorus:
Shunned away by everyone
Call that instant karma
He’s searching for a new life
Somewhere in jakarta
Crying out to the stones
Hearing lessons from his mother
Why throw away everything
For a lingua che non parla?
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Verse:
Your fascist great grandma
Marie Antoinette
Her stomachs been pumped
With butterfly nets
While mine is rolling
In a shooting star press
You know this roller coaster only ends with you getting undressed
But can I keep the bullet proof vest
Verse:
Your temper was volcanic
But we were shocked by your eruption
At the sight of all this
Unregulated corruption
Held in the hand of unlimited seduction
I just a need a drink
But all your cups are suction
Bridge:
Why do i have to choose
Between staying in bed
And staring in someone’s production
Verse:
The audacity of parasites
To freely go wherever they’d like
Makes me kinda wish i had the same right
To disappear out into the night
Verse:
The lawyers who once fought for you
Are now laughing at your grave
They couldn’t find a reason
That you should be saved
You choked on your pride
Your knees refused to cave
There was nobody who would call you brave
Your falling out was kind of
All the rave
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Verse:
Sharpshooting at the dog pound strike
Did you hear that bowling alley sound
Pretty little terrorists with their bombs strapped to their chests
Colour me impressed
I tried to make friends with the devil in my swimming pool
But he lives on another level
Verse:
If you’re feeling brave
You can crawl back behind the brain
Where there’s never any pain
And watch them cut out all the wires in the rain
That were driving you insane
Verse:
Slaughtered by a discarded oedipus
Handing out vietnam war pamphlets
Juggling frozen martinis with the next door neighbours
The sin city genies
Bridge:
Blue lazarus begging for the vote
Must get cold in nothing but a sugarcoat
Always wanna rock the boat
The titanic sunk but maybe i’d float
Chorus:
There is no aretha on the desert
I’m asking you
Just to
Let me be your voodoo doll
There’s no aretha on the desert
I’m begging you
Won’t you once just watch me crawl
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Verse:
Spoonerisms of the truth
Stretch their right
Blue pigs in chocolate badges
Flex unearned might
Burn holes complimenting fear
In the light
Fire crackers roman candles
Steal the night
Verse:
Star spangled freaks and geeks
Ripen for the cross
Remnants of dirty dishes
Lost for the cause
She can walk the walk
She can talk the talk
But she’s got no punch
If you can’t tip the mailman
Take the cobwebs out to lunch
Verse:
Spider spends the weekend on the bottom of a shoe
The soundtrack of my hometowns domestic disputes
A shame the delorioan’s gone out of bloom
Why couldn’t you just hang on did it have to be so soon
Verse:
I have dreams and aspirations beyond Grocery store cults
I’d hate to be the wrong side
Of a one sided revolt
I never saw the show
Of our sock puppet divorce
Popcorn man and the castle guards
Have taken off the course
Verse:
The last words of the fleeting all american pipe dream
Were last seen stuffing dead dogs with rechargeable batteries
Choke on patriotism and a faux straw hat
You can do whatever you want
When you think like that
Bridge:
You’ll eat my food
You’ll sleep on my couch
You’ll fuck my parents in your house
But come you’d never wear my
Sunglasses indoors
Bridge:
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I can’t care anymore
God cursed me and slammed the door
I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I can’t care anymore
God cursed me and slammed the door
I
Don’t care anymore
Verse:
My sword is in one hand
My prides locked in the other
I’m sorry if i let you down
All the lonesome single mothers
No kraken at the break of dawn
To greet us our next summer
My head is spinning around
The world is changing colours
I’m trying to come up now
But i exist to suffer
My anxious brainwaves
Feeding silhouette bloodsuckers
Chorus:
The balancing act of swallowing swords
And keeping your uvula in tact
Trying to keep it all together
Fill in the cracks
These contracts are too out of control
Just breathing seems abstract
Outro:
I
Don’t care anymore
I
Don’t care anymore
I
Don’t care anymore
I
Don’t care anymore
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i'm afraid of spiders
04:33
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Chorus:
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
Verse:
Can’t really run and hide
From what’s killing you on the inside
Reminiscing over fears from our past lives
How dare they call this a paradise
Bridge: (Sample)
(“Assassination is sort of” “I mean what was your general, your general reaction?” “I mean what was yours? i can’t describe “oh they’ve got another fellow have they? they’ve done it again? who is it?””)
Chorus:
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
Verse:
Hard not to judge the guy
Who only ever bakes to eat his own pie
I’ll break down and cry
‘Cause all the little things make me wanna die
Chorus: (Sample)
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
I can’t sleep at night
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
(and he wrote his name down, and 1980, and he looked at me, as i mentioned earlier, and he said “is that all? do you want anything else?”)
I can’t sleep at night
(and i felt, then and now, he knew that he was looking into the eyes of the person who was going to kill him)
I’m afraid of spiders crawling in my mouth
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Verse:
When the winter time explodes
And all that’s left is frozen puppet strings
That’s how you will know
That all these grown to simply decompose
Verse:
When my love comes down to sing
To monster trucks and wedding rings
You take the fastest horse
And roll it up into a cigarette
What’s with the deal with
The race to the bottom of regret
Bridge: (Samples)
(It seems that everything you write is permeated by this sense that time is running out
And there was a naval, 250 bombs, and 250 nazi fighting planes, serade london every night for two months
President kennedy is dead, here is a picture of the president, you’ve seen the picture of the president just before his, uh, he was shot in the limousine in dallas, texas)
Verse:
It hurts to try and see you
You shine so bright that i go blind
When i ask to have my headache back
You just tell me to come back
Same time tomorrow
Chorus:
Same time tomorrow
Never comes
Same time tomorrow
Never comes
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all it ever does is rain
06:25
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Verse:
Sun sets down on coffee shops
Lighting up emerald park
It’s hard to see the monsters you’re scared of
When they’re not hiding in the dark
Verse:
Does his will
Bend like a bone
If not can we break him like one
Is it really worth
All the trouble
When does it get
Fun
Chorus:
The weather man always calls for sunshine
All it ever does is rain
He claims that he’s terrified
He should call the forecast of my brain
Verse:
The curtains cast a shadow
On my window
All my nightmares come running after me
I wish i could be brave enough
To just swallow the pillow
Verse:
I always wanted to be a golden child
Someone’s superstar
But now i settle
For a bucket and a mop
And the backseat
Of a car
Breakdown: (Samples)
(“Maybe i haven’t done enough, i might be ashamed of that, for not doing enough, for not giving enough, for not being more perceptive, for not being aware enough, for not understanding, for being stupid”
“Woo! I did it again, and you know what?”
“Uh, yeah, when it’s not fun, you stop, there’s not enough time, we’re all getting old, and i have no intention of doing things i don’t enjoy”
“you made a lotta promises to the macho man! promises you couldn’t keep!”
“no i’m just, acting the role of a tired nonconformist, and i don’t, i don’t wanna fight anymore”
“you die, so honest men live”
“she sees her husband travel faster than any man has ever travelled on water and then, bits of wreckage bob on the water, Cobb is dead. But Britain and the world will not soon forget, speed pioneer John Cobb”
“I’m sorry hunter, we’re finished, thank you very much for coming”)
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a hunter hart thing
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