| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
| 2. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
Regime change under a Bush doctrine of democratic installations.
Constant war for constant soldiers. What are we gonna do now? De-escalation, through military force. Increase the pressure, Oh Condoleeza What should we do about the situation in Iran and North Korea? Condoleeza. Democratic election under Marshall law. An Iraqi president out of control of our choices. After all this death and destruction Do you really think your actions advocate freedom? The presidents giving a speech in Georgetown To remember the voice of a slain civil rights leader, Do you understand what the martyrs stood for? Oh Condoleeza do you get the fucking joke? Condoleeza Condoleeza Condoleeza What are we gonna do now? Condoleeza Condoleeza Condoleeza What are we gonna do now? |
||||||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
|
how can you not find everything you need in all of this? potatoes, rice, and bread, we'll burn it as we take it in. sing your heart out, sing it like you mean it, you're gonna sing everything you're thinking, and you're gonna sing it until they're listening. cause if it really brings us all together, i'd say that settles all arguments of difference, surviving just by questioning, can you imagine if we all started demanding? i can play along to every record, front and back every song, and every word means as much to me as every word means to you. they can make an industry selling people the things they want to hear, if this is worth anything, we will sell it for humility, it will take us farther than the posture you're fronting.
|
||||||
| 4. |
| - |
|
|||
|
We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
And doesn't care how many people are counted at the door That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more Than a plate of food and a place to rest They'd strike chords that cut like a knife It means so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always belonged We would dance like no one was watching, with one fist in the air Our arena's just basements and bookstores across an underground America With this fire, we could light With this fire, we could Just gimme a scene where the music is free And the beer is not the life of the party And there's no need to shit talk or impress Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon And every promise that's made and bragged Is meant, if not kept We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back Let's make everybody sing That they are the beginning and ending of everything That we all are stronger Than everything they taught us that we should fear |
||||||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Golden arches risin' above the next overpass
These horizons are endless We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad Profit driven expansion into foreign markets And while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure This is the best summer that I've ever had European vacation - me and my best friends We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad Whatever there is to be said is said in English While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Said, while I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure Here we are, a rock band looking for new audiences Wherever we go, Coca-Cola's already been We're Americans abroad We're Americans abroad And I just can't help but think that that's comparison While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure While I hope I'm not like them, I'm not so sure I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure, I'm not so sure |
||||||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
| 7. |
| - |
|
|||
|
We charge into danger.
No guarantees or safe places. No one can be trusted, everyone is a suspect. And all the money's worthless. The town is trite and exaggerated. The food is turning and the water is poisoned. And it's rotting your teeth right out of your head, sight and hearing have quickly faded. Your gut's expanding, your hairline's receding. The sores are opening and the cancer's spreading. And the antibiotics aren't working, all the drugs just all the drugs are strangely sobering. And the skeletons in your closet have opened the door and then started talking. Just like Miami! Miami! Fucking Miami. Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean. Just like Miami! Miami! Fucking Miami! Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean. Hey! They're in your room while you're sleeping. They're in your car behind the seat waiting. All the rifle sights are on the back of your head. They're slipping it into your drink when you're not looking. And they're selling it to you as art. It's every other word in movies and songs. All the public is buying, it's business as usual, and the business is capitalizing on your fear, your greed, your perversions and vices. They say you're guilty, they've got the evidence to prove it. The mistakes are obvious, the faults are glaring. The plane is on fire, the fucking ship is sinking. And you're swept away in a hurricane. You're buried in the rubble of an earthquake. It's terminal, inoperable, they're amputating! Massive hemmorrhaging, major fucking complications! Just like Miami! Miami! Fucking Miami! Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean. Just like Miami! Miami! Fucking Miami! Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned, like ballots drifting into the ocean. Miami! |
||||||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
|
You're coming off kinda contrived and pretentious.
You're not saying anything we haven't heard before. You're caught up in an argument. And you're so lost in modern art. You will lose it all. And you will find again. Don't lose touch. Don't lose touch. S.O.S. texted from a cell phone? Please tell me I'm not the only one, that thinks we're taking ourselves too seriously, Just a little too enamored with inflated self-purpose. Talk is cheap. And it doesn't mean much. Don't lose touch. Don't lose touch. I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch. Constant entertainment for our restless minds. Constant stimulation for epic appetites. Is there something wrong with these songs? Maybe there's something wrong with the audience. Manipulation in rock music, fucking nausea. I'm losing touch. I'm losing touch, and it's obvious |
||||||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Everyone's a critic, but hey they really respect your talent.
Have your manager call my manager, and we'll make records together. At this level of success in entertainment, there are certain connotations. It's a "you give we take" relationship. The kids just wouldn't understand it. Come on now, how long do think this is really gonna last? How long can you hold their attention? How long before they move on to the next band? On the inside. On the inside. On the inside. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? On the inside. On the inside. On the inside. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? Coordinate the marketing, label, publicity, touring. Consult on, timing and presentation. Go ahead put this in context. It's 3 points on production, 15% to management, 10% to the agent, 5% to legal representation. We call it our insurance plan to stretch the inevitable as far as we can. Gotta make your money while you got the chance, do whatever it takes to sell it. On the inside. On the inside. On the inside. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? On the inside. On the inside. On the inside. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? (Let's go) Just how desperate can we be? Go buy our record and see. Just how angry can we seem? Go buy our record and see. Just how fucked up can it get? Go buy our record and see. Just how much can we bleed? We're completely irrelevant on LP and compact disc. On the inside. On the inside. On the inside. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? On the inside. On the inside. On the inside. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? On the inside. On the inside. On the inside. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? On the inside. On the inside. On the inside. Do you wanna know how it feels on the inside? |
||||||
| 10. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Not one more word tonight
between here and there Well put a distance the size of the ocean so now his heart can beat a skipping rythm As the cadence carries me I almost drift away far enough to forget but when it comes you cannot hesitate and when found i will write on account and seal it in an envelope addresed to your last known residence Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo and we sink and we drown and what is lost can never be found well these arms they'd swim, until the lungs pulled in when panic was lost in a deep understanding that you will see what is wrong with everything what is wrong with you and me that make all the right reasons to fuck it up your gonna fuck it up Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo (That sounded pretty good to me) (I thought it was pretty good) |
||||||
| 11. |
| - |
|
|||
|
In the closest alley, In the first doorway, He pushed up against her and closed his eyes. He said "this is probably the worst decision that Ive ever made" She laughed and smiled she said "Im sure you do this all the time...right?" As the morning came, and the city awoke, into the building, the people all went to work. As their rides out of town came, they parted ways, she said "Do you know when you're coming back again?" Dig it deeper, deeper, and farther still Bury it up and over and into the ground. All these lies will grow in ways that we never thought possible. Quiet down, down, down so soft of a sound you can hear it all come back after you. Quiet down, down, down so soft of a sound you can hear it all come back after you. Now you want to take it back, you think you might have fucked up. Waking dreams of concrete, deafening panic, cracking skull, there is yelling all around, get up, get up, please start breathing. And the moment will come when you finally realize the results of decisions and the choices in your life do you hear it all come back after you? |
||||||
| 12. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore
Wrapped in comforters Sweatin' through sheets Drinkin' coffee in the morning Flown in on aeroplanes across the vast seas And your house is made of wood Central air, central heat You've got your furniture of particle board Your doors are locked for, for safety And you walk in leather shoes Pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt And you do what you do 'cause doing, you start to form a habit And you drink all night long And you sleep through the morning And if something doesn't break I'm just gonna go, go fucking insane Away And you sweep up the floor when it's dirty You do the dishes, when the sink's full And when the refridgerator's empty Well it's time, it's time, it's time, it's time, to go the store You put your books on a shelf Clothes arranged in the closet You hang the things on the wall that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singin' to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid fucking drum beat But I'm not gonna tell anyone What I'm really thinking about Keep the conversations on the surface Just keep on smiling Just keep on saying Everything's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright [x2] Alright [x11] |
||||||
| 13. |
| - |
|
|||
|
The party's over
A cd skipping It's the same song repeating Grows more grating with each passing second... And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation. It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going. I hope everybody had a real good time The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up. And I hope I havent overdone it nooo... I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the the occasion. It's only this fucked up i start realizing all this living is just dying and if these are my friends, if this is my home, if this is how i spend my nights, how i communicate, and demonstrate a love of life. My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that i ever said No i'm not ready to die just yet. |
||||||
| 14. |
| - |
|
|||
|
An inventory has been taken of every belonging
And there's so many values sought in event of emergencies The only backup plan in case it doesn't work out While reasons flap your hands to a former self You know I am becoming a choice, you should make it You're problems Problems with everything Sometimes it's like conversations are a waking dream third party perspective And all the answers to thyself you can almost hear the sound traveling Cause a feeling of anticipation When all of the sudden you know what's gonna happen Before the paranoids they rebuild your world They neither eat nor sleep they are nothing Here in the worst I will become the best of the more, the more problems Problems with anything No more problems, problems with anything |
||||||
| 15. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day, 1964 She could not hold it against him There were times when there was nothing she could do But lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together A picture of better days And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight If we're never together, if I'm never back again Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight In all the years that went by, she said she'd always love him And from the day that he died She never loved again And in his wallet she kept on her nightstand An A.A. card and a lock of red hair She kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart It killed a part of her before the rest was gone She said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up I just would have let myself die" And just like James, I'm drinking Irish tonight With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight If we're never together, if I'm never back again Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight |
||||||
| 16. |
| - |
|
|||
|
And we will keep ourselves in a place where it's easy to hold onto.
And as the last threats came and went, and this is the way that wars are played Always heading for a front, heading for a front, Hey did we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling Objection is so cliche. A new way [x4] So can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world? Turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same. Well there's a lot of things that should be said, (said) so we're hammering six strings, Machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for. A new way [x4] we stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving. with plans of invasion and arms races racing, yeah, we rock, we rock, we rock, we rock to the new sensation. A new way [x4] |
||||||
| 17. |
| - |
|
|||
|
