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Part I - Blinded by the Sun
Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. Someone reel me in, I'm drifting ever farther from my home. I remember when I was a baby gazing in amazement at the sky. Sing it twinkle twinkle little baby daddy's gonna learn you to fly... high... like a coment through the sky. Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. I'm drifting with the wind, trying to hold the course that I've been shown. I remember when I was a baby staring in amazement at the sun. Better shield your eyes now little baby no one ever said you were the one; no one ever said you were the one who can't be blinded by the sun. I think I'm blinded by the sun. Part II - Sanity is Coming to Town I like to taunt, I like to tease. I'll bring your psyche to its knees. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town. Who gives a damn what you say, you're pissing all your dreams away. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town. Part III - Pressing Onward Towards the Light Pressing onward through the night. Pressing onward towards the light. |
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Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer.
If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire. If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow |
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Bodacious am a whole lotta'
bull over nineteen hundred pounds. He's born in Galry, Oklahoma and he's the baddest sonsabitch around if a Burma bull ever were a super star then Bodacious just might be. He's a cream colored, beefy brawn, full-fledged, four footed bovine celebrity. Who's gonna ride Bodacious? Who's gonna tame him down? Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground. Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside. Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride. Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman at the start of his buckin' spree and Tuff became one of the few to make the whistle bkac in Nineteen Ninety Three. Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals in Nineteen Ninety Five. Bodacious had got a little older and wiser Tuff barely came out alive. |
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I been fightin' gravity since I was two.
Questers of the prize blind men int he snow. Some streak the skies I choose to go below. Skin moves towards malignant worshipping the sun. They clamber over corpses to be the chosen ones. Drift along liquid sky. Descending through the darkness to the vast terrain. Down here on the bottom you rarely hear the rain. Drift along liquid sky. |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
Fellow colleagues,distinguished members of the press,ladies and gentlemen. I would like to take this opportunity to personally and humbly thank each and every one of you for joining us at this particular event. It is my hope that we can utilize this meeting of the minds,to successfully convey the essence of our platform to you,and grand and noble audience. As I look out among the faces,I reflect. Taking console in the words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt who said, "We have nothing to fear,but fear itself." Paranoia is a disease unto itself,and may I add,the person standing next to you may not be who they appear to be,so take precautions. A mind is a terrible thing to waste,this is true. Many a young person has fallen prey to the substances that alter the perspective of any right thinking individual. The problem with the youth today is because of their inexperience with the world. They cannot attempt to grasp the ideals set fourth by myself and those who proceded me. But,has history has shown,they will come around and embrace our philosophies and become model citizens in their own right,God bless this great nation |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
They found James Ambrose dead in his cell A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to Hell No one knew for sure in Ambrose was his name They called him Yankee Sullivan in early days of fame He'd known the game of fisticuffs had always treated him right But no one knew the men who came and took his life that night He'd spent some time in Botany Bay atoning for his sins He fought a bout with Hammer Lane and took a tainted win He was the hero of the Bowery, a prince of lawless times Then was battered by the "Butcherman" in 1849 He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of might But no one knew the men who came and took his life one night He knew the game of fisticuffs Lilly and McCoy were shy of a hundred and forty pounds In 1842 they went a hundred and eighteen rounds They begged McCoy to cash it in, he said that he would not Got up and fought one more round then died right on the spot He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of fight But no one knew the game would come and take his life that night |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
He was a might golden boy, as gold as ever seen But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean His arms was made of nickel, and his forehead made of wood An affidavit from the principal says, "This boy just ain't no good" He stood before the union, and he made a solemn oath Uphold the purity of his creed, the others he would toast He worked nights at the liquor mart, and he drank to pad his pay When caught him liftin' 40's, he shot a boy last May His Momma asked why? His lawyer in the courtroom, made a noble plea And the judge he gave him eighteen months, but he was out in three When asked if he ever felt remorse while sittin' up in that pen He said "Hell no, ya know a thief's a thief And I'd shoot the that fucker again" |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
They broke out in laughter again His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in And he stood by and waited to be called The talk was of times that'd gone by And the quantity and quality of women they lie His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry As he stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls He got up and tried it again For lack of persistence is surely a sin As he stood by and waited to be called He looked to the lightning with glee And admired his vessel for it's symmetry Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelor's degree As he stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
There's a time for lies And a time for truth I say, eye for an eye Eye for a tooth When I roamed young I'd scavenge around Every nook and cranny Of our little town It's nice, so nice, to be Pull out the cannon boys Steal us some wine Puff Tijuana Smalls SHAKE HANDS WITH BEEF She's so fine She's so sweet Mom and Pop they raised her On huge slabs of meat She's fine A man of nine Water derby day Twenty six pumps On a Crossman And it's time to play It's nice, so nice, to be Pull out the cannon boys Steal us some wine Puff Tijuana Smalls SHAKE HANDS WITH BEEF |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4 With the sharpness of a troubadour I dare you look him in the eye His stench would make a buzzard cry He likes Burt in White Lightning Camelback Cinema In the dark she sat and wait For her steady random date Reflecting back to a time When eager boys would stand in line She likes Burt in White Lightning He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4 Lurking in the corridor He came to buy his weekly whore At Camelback Cinema |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles Smacked my red behind They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito Then marked the date and time Hats off, to the ones that string the beads together And keep the ducks in line Hats off to all the ones that stood before me And taught a fool to rhyme At thirteen, I made myself a motion picture Out of lumps of clay At fourteen, I pulled some weeds and bought a four string Taught myself to play At seventeen, I'd get naked with a beauty queen At the Hot Tub Zone At nineteen, she was livin' hard and snortin' drugs That decayed her bones Hats off to the ones that put it all together And keep their ducks in line Hats off to all the ones that erred before me And taught me how to survive |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song. Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong. Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak. 'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest with a joke. Catch me in the right light, you'll see my shapes shaped to please. And if I shank my trousers down, I'm hung just above the knees. You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine. Now step on up to dance the dance, and touch the hand that heals. Like the tallest hog on Wall street, I'm a wheelin' all the deals. They'll carve my face in marble, they'll etch my name in stone. They'll paint my noble portrait, and historify my home. You may have difficulty catchin' breath, when you hear my weighty name. I'm the one that told you, told you so, they calls me Puddin' Taine. |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
Glad you came, glad you're here. Have some champagne, imported beer. Dig down in your dirt bag and roll us out a spleef. Been erect here now for thirteen days and I came to get relief at Bob's Party Time. Pack my nose with cocaine feed my filthy hole. Bust out the dancin' women I'm prone to lose control. And if by chance I fall down and bust my head on the floor, just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak and point me towards the shore. At Bob's Party Time. |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
Burnin', I feel a burnin' in my stomach I wanna know if I'm a gonna make it If I don't just spread my ashes If I do just spread you mind Swimmin', I see myself a treadin' water I see no signs of any other people There's a heron up above me I lay back and spread my mind Duchess, she used to be a movie maker She used to like to watch the boys watch her And she saved enough money To go to Cal and spread her mind Billy used to follow the Dead with Arnie And they made a hundred thousand dollars But ended up in federal prison Twenty years for spreading minds |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
Came up on a worried man, asked him if he had a light. He reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might. He asked if he could come and join, at what we was partakin' in. I says,"Ol' soul if you got a match, you also got yourself a friend". The smoke drew hard but laid in good, the neon gave us extra shine. We passed around a flask of Knockando, and a half litre bottle of wine. The worried man dropped down to his knees, and let out with a somber groan. He looked up to me and when I asked, he said,"I'm just restin' my bones". I looked down at him, and him up at me, then a smile rose above his chin. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down, said," Listen to me now my friend". When I was your age I did it all, more than many men could do, now my possessions are the ones I wear on my back, and this lighter I keep in my shoe. That's why I'm restin' my bones. I'm restin' my bones for the times I fell, fell and hit myself on the ground. Restin' my bones for the loneliness, of being the only genius around. I'm restin' my bones for prosperity, in hopes that it'll do me some good. I'm restin' bones from amphetamines, see they turned teeth to balsa wood. I'm restin' bones for Johnny Cash, 'cause for me and mine he's wearin' black. I'll be restin' my bones for Elvis, I seen him last week at the track. If I'm restin' bones and you come along, just try and tippy toe on by. 'cause when I'm restin' bones I hope to sleep, and maybe slip away and die. |
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I went down to Coddingtown To buy for Lucky Dog Moved on up to Sono-co To clear my head of smog People 'round town they all line up To buy them Chevrolets But me I talked to the Mopar man Been talkin' now for days I went down to Coddingtown It seemed the thing to do You can get it all down there From tennis balls to glue Standin' up in the ol' smoke shop Met a girl named Honey Pie If you shamble long enough You wanna go, you gotta go Bring me on back Lordy, Lordy, Coddigntown That's the place to be Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown That's the place for me I went down to Coddingtown And met old Santy Claus Beanie Boy got a hold of that beard Nearly yanked it from his jaws I stepped on up to the pizza man And gobbled down some filth I shambled 'round now too damn long I wanna go, I gotta go Bring me on back Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown That's the place to be Lordy, Lordy, Coddingtown That's the place for me |
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from Primus - Brown Album (1997)
A B C D E F G H I gotta gal wears her toenails long Drives a red Barracude, singin' meat packer songs And she ain't from Kalamazoo A B C D E F G H I gotta 'friend lived in a Mercedes-Benz Then a '55 Chrysler where the trunk never ends And the plates say Kalamazoo He had a steady job and watched what he spent He'd say I don't believe in payin' no goddamn rent I'll squirrel away every goddamn cent And buy my own damn house in Kalamazoo She turned to the world with a bastard child Said, "I just can't handle him he's too damn wild' But the years and the liquor have made him mild And he lays around Kalamazoo |
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There was this kid in our neighborhood His Pop had named him Renegade He lived up to his name With all the trouble that he made One day ol' Renegade Snuck into the Park Theater downtown For a laugh he set fire to the screen Burnt the whole damn place to the ground He thought that no one would mind He did that sort of thing all the time But his Pop was waitin' for him At age fifteen Renegade Stole a tow truck from Arnie's Shell Drove it through the front of a hardware store Spent the night in a county jail He didn't seem to mind a bit He liked the attention he would get |
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The man he stepped up to the microphone and he gave it a kiss, it was a big wet, slippery kiss And he had sweat dripping off of his nose onto the windscreen As he looked out over the audience he said, "God bless you, God bless you one and all" The he took a can of Ronson lighter fluid and he squirted it over the top of his head And proceeded to light himself on fire As he stood there glowing and said, "Remember this day" |
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Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names So be kind and helpful to your mother Just think twice before you try and steal When he cuts with sticky silver snippers You may find the wounds will never heal All self made bad boys If you refuse to believe he exist You won't be frightened when you find out You're on his list You're on his list You're on his list So be good and never poison people Just think twice before the deed is done When you wake up guilty in the morning You may find important pieces gone |
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Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams Curves are still upon the hinge Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night The sponge is full, well out of sight All around the conversations Icing on the warm flesh cake Light creeps through her secret tunnels Sucked into the open spaces Burning out in sudden flashes Draining blood from well-fed faces Desires form in subtle whispers Flex the muscles in denial Up and down its pristine cage So the music, so the trial Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens Dance in circles, they the blessed Man and wife, undressed by all Their grafted trunks in heat possessed Even as the soft skins tingle They mingle with the homeless mother Who loves the day but lives another That once was hers The worried father, long lost lover Brushes ashes with his broom Rehearses jokes to fly and hover Bursting over the bride and groom And the talk goes on Memories crash on tireless waves The lifeguards whom the winter saves Silence falls the guillotine All the doors are shut Nervous hands grip tight the knife In the darkness, till the cake is cut Passed around, in little pieces The body and the flesh The family and the fishing-net And another in the mesh The body and the flesh |
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Amos Moses was a Cajun.
And lived by himself in the swamp Hunting alligator for a living. Knock 'em on the head with a stump The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy Now everybody blamed his old man for raising him mean as a snake When Amos Moses was a boy, his Daddy would use him as alligator bait Tie a rope around his waist, throw him in the swamp Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou Just about 45 minutes southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses Now folks in South Louisiana said Amos was a helluva man He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator. He only had to use one hand That's all he got left 'cause the alligator bit him. Ha ha! Left arm gone clean up to the elbow Just about 45 minutes southeast of Tipidow, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth. They called him Amos Moses Here comes Amos And you should have seen his pretty wife, Hannah Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin So he hid in the swamp, "I'm gonna get you boy." He never did come out again. Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to? Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou (3X) |
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Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that we may maintain Our oil fields. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies are taught to heal. Too many puppies are trained to kill. On the command of men wearing money belts that buy mistresses Sleek animal pelts. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Skinny was born in a bathtub And he grew so incredibly thin Even the tide from the eyedropper sucked him in Skinny never knew any questions Skinny never looked alike Skinny sold somethin' every single night Skinny sold a soldier to me Skinny sold the wife Skinny sold a suction cup and a knife Skinny found a hello dolly record in the house. Sold it to a truck driver in the night. Too many puppies with guns in their hands. Too many puppies in foreign lands. Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and placed upon the war machine. Too many puppies are just like me. Too many puppies are afraid to see. The visions of the past brought to life again, Too many puppies, too many dead men. |
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from Primus - Rhinoplasty [ep] (1998)
Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light Hybrid children watch the sea Pray for Father, roaming free fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea great Old One forbidden site He searches Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell Crawling Chaos, underground cult has summoned, twisted sound Out from ruins once possessed fallen city, living death fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea timeless sleep has been upset He awakens Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell Not dead which eternal lie stranger eons Death may die drain you of your sanity face The Thing That Should Not Be fearless Wretch insanity He watches lurking beneath the sea timeless sleep has been upset He awakens Hunter of the Shadows is rising immortal in madness You dwell |
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from Primus - Rhinoplasty [ep] (1998)
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... And that was O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended), But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alleyway. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee... Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby?...Say baby |
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Glad you came, glad you're here.
Have some champagne, imported beer. Dig down in your dirt bag and roll us out a spleef. Been erect here now for thirteen days and I came to get relief at Bob's Party Time. Pack my nose with cocaine feed my filthy hole. Bust out the dancin' women I'm prone to lose control. And if by chance I fall down and bust my head on the floor, just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak and point me towards the shore. At Bob's Party Time. |
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I am the plan, I am the man
who tells you what and when you can. I'm the old one that torments you. I am the voice that tells you to: "Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie. Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die. If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am. I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere. I am your Uncle Sam." Electric Uncle Sam You beg me please on bended knees not to sit among these enemies. If you feel like you wanna dance then step aside and take a chance. "Don't get caught with your fingers in my pie. Mess with me and boy you're surely gonna' die. If ever you're in doubt about who or where I am. I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere. I am your Uncle Sam." Electric Uncle Sam |
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There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene.
He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he sneaks on down to the liquor store for a bottle of sheep dip. Natural Joe, got an easy flow. Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe." Joe, he's a happy Man and he won't do you wrong. He's one respectable son of a bitch-a. Now Joe ain't no patriarch, but he's smooth with the girls. He ain't no cahuvinistic sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he sneaks on down to the porno store for a little bit of ... Nature Joe, he's hanging low. Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe." There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a bitch-a. He don't like firearms; he don't own knives. He's one pacifistic sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he eases on down to the video store for a little bit of ... Natural Joe, got an easy flow. Whereever he goes they say "here comes Joe." Natural Joe, looking slow and low. Look there he goes. Go Natural Joe. |
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Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely
Pimple faced and rather homely He wasn't much for socializin' The TV kept a mesmerizin' In one ear and out the other Picked up a trick from his older brother Got him a can of sniffin' sauce Pinned his mind up on a cross Lacquer head knows but one desire Lacquer head sets his skull on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline Sniffin' paint since the seventh grade She was high on gin and gatorade On turpentine she lost her luck Fell in front of a speeding pick-up truck He was a boy of soft demeanor And he loved his carburetor cleaner The vapor made a sweet aroma He sniffed himself into a coma Lacquer head feeds his one desire Lacquer head sets his brain on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop |
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The Earth it did crack open
on the day that I was born and a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin' over din I sucked information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. As a young man, I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense I cannot muddle through. I lay on my back and scan the radio all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow. I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full. I stood by watching and I seen 'em come and go. I seen 'em make that million then vanish in the snow. They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds. Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full. I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop. |
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Part I - Blinded by the Sun Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. Someone reel me in, I'm drifting ever farther from my home. I remember when I was a baby gazing in amazement at the sky. Sing it twinkle twinkle little baby daddy's gonna learn you to fly... high... like a coment through the sky. Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. I'm drifting with the wind, trying to hold the course that I've been shown. I remember when I was a baby staring in amazement at the sun. Better shield your eyes now little baby no one ever said you were the one; no one ever said you were the one who can't be blinded by the sun. I think I'm blinded by the sun. Part II - Sanity is Coming to Town I like to taunt, I like to tease. I'll bring your psyche to its knees. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town. Who gives a damn what you say, you're pissing all your dreams away. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town. Part III - Pressing Onward Towards the Light Pressing onward through the night. Pressing onward towards the light. |
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Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer. If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire. If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow. |
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The best of times, the worst of times,
the times you can't ignore. Sometimes you bite the bullet and flip flop on the floor. They tell you where to go, and they tell you what to do. They set your face on fire then stomp it out with their shoes. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. The times I can't complain are the times I do the most. On a diet of black coffee and prozac buttered toast. These eunuchs in their prada and Gucci flavored clothes. Wouldn't know a fresh perspective if it bit 'em up on the nose. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. Don't do as they say, just say as they do. No flavor's quite so bitter as the taste of one's own shoe. I ain't no fool. Mama didn't raise no fool. |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
I'm a dog, a dirty flying dog.
I drink Campari with marinated wild hog. I've no sense, I like electric fence. I put barbed wire in my pants and do a celtic dance. But when I can, I'm a giving man. I'll flip you out the fire and back up into the frying pan. And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown. Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around. I'm a drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this dirty drowning man. You're so fine, so bright and shiney fine. And I'm so proud to say that you in fact are a friend of mine. And doubly pleased with crooked wobbly knees. I dive on in and backstroke right across these seas of cheese. But on the times when I'm not such a giving man. Please flip me out of the fire and backup into the frying pan. And if you're down looking like you're gonna drown. Of all your friends I'm the one who's most apt to stick around. I'm a drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this drowning man. Who will save this dirty drowning man. |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
Military show is Blastin' off to Kosovo.
Military show with lightning speed. Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show. How many stabs before we bleed? Those Pinocchios chattering out in stereo, boy Pinnocchio and his golden deed. Masculinity? Oh, galvanized in the world wide show as we fertilise the seed. Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down dad I only try to do what's right. Power man, the best friend that you ever had unless of course you choose to fight. Power mad, driving out of the shadows, he never tires when he plays. Power mad, he's a streak in the night time speculating how he'll take on the world some day. Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a Broadway show how many stabs before we succeed. Power mad, I didn't drop my pants down dad, I know my left hand from my right. Power man, the best friend that you ever had unless of course you lose the fight. |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
I been fightin' gravity since I was two. Questers of the prize blind men int he snow. Some streak the skies I choose to go below. Skin moves towards malignant worshipping the sun. They clamber over corpses to be the chosen ones. Drift along liquid sky. Descending through the darkness to the vast terrain. Down here on the bottom you rarely hear the rain. Drift along liquid sky. |
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from Primus - Antipop (1999)
He wasn't lookin' for fanfare or fame
but it all came around just the same. He then met a girl with desire in her eye, he gave her love, she took his name. The times they were good, the times they were bad, most times it was just in between. The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had, she put on display for all to be seen. Some find their solace in work or the lord, she was quite content in her dream. When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light, he found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam. One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole, he reached out for something to feel. She offered back nothin' but lack of respect so he left himself out with two barrels of steel. She cried in the day, she cried in the night. She cried loudest when someone was near. Whether crying for him or she cried for herself, the bigger the camera, the bigger the tear. Most folks agree that she was living a hell and publicly she showed her pain. And never once was there a thought for herself, and the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame. Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride. On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride, on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high. |
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