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| 1. |
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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got ahold of me I opened doors for little old ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm gettin' shot down And I'm feeling mean No more Mister nice guy No more Mister clean No more Mister nice guy They say he's sick, he's obscene My dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawed my eye My mom's been thrown out of the society circle My dad's had to hide I went to church incognito And everybody rose, the reverend Smith He recognized me Punched me in the nose No more Mister nice guy No more Mister clean No more Mister nice guy They say he's sick, he's obscene |
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| 2. |
| 3:29 |
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Make u the rules for me to live by
Rules you break and just let it slide You try and find you inside of me Be as great as you want me to be Hypocrite, the word that fits Do as you say Not as you do You're pushing me to a breakpoint Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint Self esteem you seem to lack Point the finger There's three pointing back Control's the illusion with all good intent Bad times are contagious You laugh and infect Criticist, the word that fits Put me down to lift you up You're pushing me to a breakpoint Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint Watching pain is your only pleasure Sick fascination for someone's disaster Self suffering since you were born Mess with the bull and you'll get the horn Misery, the word that fits Can't seem to smile 'till someone's sad You're pushing me to a breakpoint You're pushing me, push, push me Push, push, push me to a breakpoint In my opinions as a professional I recommend We straight-jacket the son-of-a-bitch Lock him in a rubber room Sedate him, heavily And when he wakes up, If he wakes up, we'll see If he can be a nice boy You push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint Push me to a breakpoint, breakpoint Don't push me, you piece of shit! |
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| 3. |
| 4:36 |
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I'm not going to wake up today
They've pulled my plug the picture fades And as my body decays mold begins to fill my grave The smell of death permeates the silk within my coffin lays Go to hell As they bury me now six feet there my body lies Still feel like I'm going down I hear a distant wailing cry God something must've gone wrong And much too late I realize Go to hell I saw my funeral that day I know who didn't show to mourn My judgment was life in hell Pillars of pain and thorns My only friend's the goat With 666 between his horns Go to hell Place all your trust here in me Rest assured these things I know And as Charon sails the sea Your journey too shall end below Ah yes you're all sitting ducks It's true you reap what you sow Go to hell Now I lay me down to sleep Blah, blah, blah my soul to keep If I die before I wake I'll go to hell for heaven's sake |
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| 4. |
| 3:48 |
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The more of you that I inspect
The more of me I see reflect The more I try to read your lips The more the mask you're wearing rips But when I seek out your voice My ears are overcome with noise You show and tell with greatest ease Raving impossibilities Engaged in crime I grasp my throat Enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload Angry again, angry again, angry ow And when the story takes a twist If folds like a contortionist Slight of hand and quick exchange The old tricks have been rearranged Engaged in crime I grasp my throat Enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload Angry again, angry again, angry The searing of the sinew My body fights for air The ripping of the tissue My lungs begin to tear Gravity's got my bones It pulls my flesh away The steam finally dissipates I make out my sweaty face Association that I choose Game I inevitably lose Governed by laws set up by me Fracture its jaw to let me be A cut-out cardboard condo maze Filled with an insubordinate race Irrational youths stop to stare As music rubber hosed the air Engaged in crime I grasp my throat Enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload Angry again, angry again, angry again And again and again, again Engaged in crime I grasp my throat Enraged my mind starts to smoke Enforce a mental overload Angry again, angry again, angry ow |
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| 5. |
| 3:59 |
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If I see the morning hours
I'll have one more yesterday Take life from tomorrow Cause I've burned out my today If I get up to the top I know I'll just go back downhill Gotta' terminal future And it's time to write my will Down another glass of courage And a shot of thorazine We're not ready to see you yet 99 ways to die We're not ready to see you yet Gotta' short between the earphones Wringing my hands in dismay A more efficient maniac With two feet in the grave Ain't got no last words to say Yellow streak right up my spine The gun in my mouth was real And the taste blew my mind In a black tie and straight jacket Man I'm gonna try again We're not ready to see you yet 99 ways to die We're not ready to see you yet Demitasse of arsenic Try on this tie Never mind the tree There is only death and danger In the sockets of my eyes A playground of illusion No one plays they only die There's a prison in my mind And the bars are gonna break I'm as mad as a hatter And strung out just the same Taunting rigor mortis I feel it draw me in |
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| 2:33 |
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Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? Oh yeah I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel and love to me us so unreal And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late |
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| 7. |
| 3:56 |
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Sacrilege and blasphemy
Sets the stage today The more insatiable the sex The more swelled our tongues became As pre-historic as it seems This is now, today As pre-historic as it seems This is now Talkin' 'bout no vision Talkin' 'bout no dream The Harlot puddles for her lies From where she speaks I look above and see Entrails in the sky This song ain't over 'til the Fat lady dies One man rules the earth And rides the seven-headed beast Ten diadems, to crown them all The world, religion at his feet Dreams are told of dreams of old This day will surely come So, run my child and hide your face Once you've been marked it's finished, done You'll become one You're mine You're one I saw a new earth today I saw a former pass away I saw a new earth today Iv saw a former pass away Vengeance is mine Vengeance is mine The Netherworld and Sheol Are never satisfied So the eyes of Man are Never satisfied I saw a new Earth today I saw a former pass away |
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| 8. |
| 3:57 |
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Too many problems, oh why am I here?
I need to be me, 'cause you're all to clear And I can see there's something wrong with you Oh, what do you expect me to do At least I gotta know what I wanna be Don't come to me if you need pity Are you lonely, you got no-one You got your body in suspension That's a problem, problem, problem The problem is you Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don't do what you want and you fade away You work for me, you're working nine-to-five It's too much fun of being alive I'm using my feet for my human machine You work for me, living for the screen Are you lonely, all needs catered You got your brains dehydrated Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you Well, what you gonna do with your problem The problem is you, problem I ain't death trip, but I ain't automatic You work for me, just stay ecstatic Don't you give me any orders To people like me, there is no order Bet you thought you had it all worked out Bet you thought you knew what I was about Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems But you are the problem Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you Oh, what you gonna do with your problem? I'll leave it up to you, oh problem The problem is you, you got a problem Oh what you gonna do? They know a doctor, gonna take you away They take you away and they throw away the key They don't want you and they don't want me You got a problem the problem is you Problem, well, what you gonna do? Problem, have you got a problem? Problem, well you got a problem Problem |
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