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What we don't know can fill a truck
What we don't know cannot hurt us Well, is that so? We're hard to destruct Well, is that so? Why do we get crushed? Prepare the isolation chamber I'm going in And all the people there will wonder "Can we go with him?" Tell me now you're only kidding When you say "We'll pass away" Tell me now this yarn we're spinning Doesn't end on judgement day All tragic monsters are crying for themselves In attics and in basements In cages and prison cells Wishing that the citizen's myth they could dispel Until you see the faces In the limestone on the pipe Don't tell the tragic monsters what loneliness is like And is there any wonder That some misfits lose their mind? Left to fumble asunder In the world deaf, dumb, and blind And can they sense our justice When they commit their crime? How can they abide our justice? They're already doing time What we don't know (x7) Can't hurt us yet |
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| 2. |
| 3:14 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:51 |
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I was a member of a succescful society.
There was a sucesfull someone inside of me But then it turned around And inside out and upside down. They trapped an wrapped and packed Me shifty out of town. Crawling can be beautiful It sure beats standing still Crawling on your hands and knees Takes self-control and skill. Can we declare, though scared, This room to be a sovereign state Where citizens share skins And sins and copulate. 'cause if we can I think we should And shouldn't waste a breath. A baby place is faced With settling on baby steps. People party here with me. Cause the party people's party Puts the fear in me. Let loose here with me. Cause suits suit suits But the noose suits thee. Crawling can be beautiful It sure beats standing still Crawling on your hands and knees Can be a show of will. Who here finds this world distracting? Who here finds this world a bore? Who here thinks we're all play acting And that the show's piss poor? I for one am dazzled, I don't care if dazzled blind, Rapt, enraptured, captured By every little thing I find. |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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Look-look-looking in the pink
While living in the red Pissing in the sink-sink-sink Too drunk to find the head Beg-beg-begging for the black Make me rich or make me dead I want a little pick me up So I won't stumble down tonight Considering staying alive Hitchhiking on the Disco Drive Sometimes jobs turn to vacations But always I must earn Waiting for standing ovations For filing my tax returns Searching for zippers But finding only seams The seamstress for strippers Must suspects my dirty peeking schemes* I want a little pick me up So I wont stumble down tonight Considering staying alive Wish I could only Disco Drive A man can only do his best I'm skipping steps and I'm taking breaths Hold your horses, cool your jets You can't make me be finished yet Don't trust the poets, they want to get paid They're playing their trade to the art of getting laid Don't trust the prophets, their visions are fudged They're buying our houses while selling us floods The hours will get you The owls will get you When I was a swear word The hours we shot-gunned The hours will get you The hours will get you The owls will get you The hours will get you |
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| 2:50 |
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If when running from the flood
It overtakes you. Crushed by slow waterfalls and such The ocean breaks you. Let go of everything you know And love and fear Let go of everything you know And disappear. If you've been rolling with a crowd Who want to save you And all you want is to forget Every speech they gave you. Let go of everything you know And love and fear Let go of everything you know And disappear. If you disappear without a trace: A.)They won't give chase. B.)No hearts will break. C.)As some must do. D.)Take me with you. |
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| 6. |
| 3:13 |
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The pen in the pocket
The fall down the stairs The fork in the socket These are our daily dares. These are my concerns These are my disregards This is what ive learned And ive forgoten so far. Im making lead from gold Im turning friends to err Carries into cabals Victories to dispair. It hits you like a brick It hits you like a smell It doesnt bat a lash It brings on fainting spells. Use sentiment like aloe Use sentiment like mace Use sentimental explanations Of how we got to this place. I got fucked by fate On fate and I's first date And now i know i knew Breaking up is hard to do. |
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| 2:49 |
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Don't place your bets on me just yet
I'm only half-way home. This racket takes it's toll My scams are smooth and cold. I'm bathing in a fountain And I'm not getting old. I crave to catch an edge; Break bones and cartilage. Send back the architects of Carthage Take down the flag Forget the pledge. I'm only half-way home. Puff out your chest and step to the sun Its done its best to burn everyone Whose gotten half-way home. Cut me in 2 3 1 2 save, 1 2 waste, and 1 2 eat. I cut myself in 3 1 4 us, 1 4 them, and 1 4 me. Drinking pots of coffee Till every drop is gone. Painting a portrait Of Ponce deLeon Out of clipped nail From the hands and the feet Of every lost and stubborn soul I hope to ever meet. |
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| 8. |
| 3:29 |
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Once when walking in the woods
I came upon a burning bush. "What wants you vision?", says I And it spoke, and I quote, "Apocalypse can go down easy You gotta know it's an acquired taste. You're sacrifice can't please me I'm dead set to destroy this place. Hip hip for imperfection, I want to make a mess. I've got a secret theory That disarray works best And though it don't work often Oh my God when it does- Watch as the outburst softens It's had its way with us. They're scared of the silence But be scared-er of the sound. Hearts are not only beating They are all counting down. You're not ready for disorder. You're not ready for decay. Have you been staving Time and aging Sloughing dead skin away? I must confess I said with a smile, "I'm frightened as a child. And I suspect by The smoke in your eye You're thinking 'So am I.' Apocalypse can go down easy You gotta know it's an acquired taste. Our sacrifice can't please thee You're dead set to destroy this place. If the aspirin you take Doesn't cure your headache Why do docs propose The headache's in your head? And if the orgasms we fake Take their toll and take the cake Why do they suppose We're better off in bed? And then the bush said, "You and I, we were meant to be together. You and I, we are gonna hang together. You and I, we are going down together." |
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| 3:27 |
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Kidnapped!
I was kidnapped. I dreamed I was kidnapped. By a guy with a moustache And a chick with an eyepatch Who though they could trade me back For some quick cash. But when they relayed the bargain My family said, "we'll pay half that" The haggling went on for days, The days went on for weeks And weeks for years. Riding in the trunk was never fun But soon I plum ran out of tears. They camped us in the woods We cooked canned goods They never threatened me with pain. They treated cops politely Driving nightly Always using coded names. So if slowly I could trust them Dare I say it even love them Who's to blame. I learned my alphabet And letterset while setting up My latest ransom note. They got me correspondence classes, Got me glasses, Gave me dropcloths in the cold. My fondest memories Are from my hostage crises I know it's strange. Although we got so close You know they never even Told me their real names. |
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| 10. |
| 4:08 |
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The singer of the band
Has been encased In a circuit board formed From arsenic and old lace. The piano has been dropped. A c-note hits the cop. So he would turn away While we're cleaning up the slop. This is the bishop's finger. This is the bishop's hand. Onto Jesus' body The people place demands. They're pointing with their pistols, While we're reaching for the sky. The soundtrack of their lives Is an eye for an eye... Hail hail the talk show, Cocked after cocktails. I lied and I lied... God save the techno! The sequencers don't know When it died, when it died... Edison put the gun in our hands. The black bear put The muzzle to its muzzle. The dogwood didn't care But the maple was troubled. Trademark, this is a trademark, This move was trademarked in 1883. |
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| 11. |
| 6:35 |
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He was a rare orchid dealer
Whose dealings were coarse. The c.i.t.e.s. cited permits But he could show no source. Did they bloom in his mouth? Did they bloom in his hand Did they bloom in his pocket? Did they bloom on demand? The doctor who invented anesthesia Could not anesthetize himself To the pain and shame he felt When it wore off on a patient During his first amputation. This giving in is wearing thin. |
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| 12. |
| 2:57 |
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