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from Cop Shoot Cop - Ask Questions Later (1997)
The stars are quiet onthe face of the deep
All the dogs and angels are turning Burning in their sleep You can't see me now, but I'm watching over you (2x) A broken smile never lies A busted mirror cannot see you cry I'm looking through one glass eye (2x) You can't see me now, but I'm watching over you All the clocks are broken Every door is open Take me to the ocean And we'll ride on the hurricane Until we're washed away Take off the mask and tell me what you find Behind the curtain everyone's deaf dumb and blind Everyone becomes the one, the one they most despise You're looking through one glass eye (2x) Well, you can't see me now, but I'm watching over you All the clocks are broken Every door is open Take me to the ocean And we'll ride on the hurricane Until we're washed away |
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from Cop Shoot Cop - Ask Questions Later (1997)
My old man
He said to me He said Son There are those That get bought And those That do the buying Well enough We never did See eye to eye And I always wished That good ol' boy Could cound past two Love it or leave it Black or white That's the way it is Fundamental Absolute I wish I Could be as clever Never did Buy that bill of goods |
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from Cop Shoot Cop - Ask Questions Later (1997)
Hold her tight just like a doll, falling backwards down the stairs
Trains are howling inthe dark (saddest sound you'll ever hear) Sell out to the side that lost, buying souls that can't be found Worth exactly what they cost (lives collapse without a sound) Blown away like paper bags before the rain Shadow falls across her face Light is sinking in her eyes like diamonds in a drain Cut to the chase Scraping for something to talk about. Words just fall down on the floor Searching for something to fill in th cracks, changing the sign on the door: NO WAY OUT Headlights catch her in the fog, carved in halogen and steel Crawling hungry like a dog (spirit broken on the wheel) Telephone is ringing in an empty booth Thousand miles from this place Voices ringing in her head (she hopes they tell the truth) Cut to the chase |
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from Cop Shoot Cop - Ask Questions Later (1997)
Late for work again today
Somebody's lying down on the job again Will you people please stop jumping under my train Ladies and gentlemen, there will be a slight delay While we hose the blood away (And the clock keeps ticking...) So I spent my evening wishing I was never born Drinking toasts to that hood with the hooves and the horns Because the roaches won't do the laundry no more And the rats refuse to fix the holes in the floor Water comes through the ceiling... I asked a pig if he wanted to dance He says is that a 45 in your pants Or are you just happy to see me? (rim shot) I said, All I need is a distraction Or maybe a sense of satisfaction Perhaps a pair of pliers to rip off these blinders Because my peripheral vision is dying It ain't as if I ain't trying I'm a rat in a maze of my own devising And is that a call to arms... Is that a call to arms I hear rising? Is that a call to arms I hear rising out of that concrete hole? Yer war on drugs got no soul, yer hired thugs got no soul. You hippy trash got no soul. Yer yuppie cash got no soul. Yer video clips, yer beauty tips, remote control. It's a big black hole. Got no soul. Got no soul. And the clock's clicking off like the timer on some big neutron switch Except that there's just one hitch: you gotta strike it rich Before the shit comes down So they're out there panhandling for gold Prospecting in the street, sifting garbage in the gutter Digging in the tenements, looking for a vein Trying to find that big score: the mother lode And everything's a wannabe -- the wicked and the weak, The victors and the victimized, the economists and the economized My T.V. mind-set is shattered (sh'dooby) No guts, no glory, no balls -- whatever you wanna call it -- There ain't nothing real there at all (and I don't feel whole) Yeah, yer mobile phone got no soul. Yer rolling stone got no soul. Yer music scene got no soul. Yer answering machine got no soul. Yer microwave, yer toilet slave. You corporate swine. Yer bullshit line. Hey you on the payroll! Hey you on the J Train! Hey you on the T.V. News! Hey you in the 3-piece suit! You got no soul. I got no soul. Got no soul |
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from Cop Shoot Cop - Ask Questions Later (1997)
Nobody can find you when you're nowhere
Living on the other side of hope Nobody can hurt you when you don't care Singing like you're swinging on a rope Don't worry if you never have been happy Disappointment is your only friend It's not like there's nothing to believe in Every movie's got to have an end What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here When you've got nothing, You've got nothing left to fear Going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere... How long can you just go on pretending To be yourself when you know that you're not? Every movie's got to have an ending Even when there's not much of a plot What are we waiting for? Let's get out of here When you've got nothing, You've got nothing left to fear Yeah, going nowhere, going nowhere Hey. Going nowhere... If your lover used to beat you with his failure If your mother usd to tie you to a rock Observe your former life preserved in amber Like someone pulled the power on the clock What are we waiting for? Let's get out of here When you've got nothing, You've got nothing left to fear |
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from Cop Shoot Cop - Ask Questions Later (1997)
What you don't understand is where everything's leading
When all of the signs you see still point to overload As you reach out your hand, a shattered picture's receding Like tail-lights along that lonesome stretch of broken road 'Cause you've been to the past and it's just a reminder A recollection of faces that will never come to call When you've cut through the mask When you've been through the grinder Sometimes you forget that you had ever been there at all Up here in room 429 yeah the world ain't so unkind I want to take you to that empty room tonight In the shadow of doubt, in the crush of an instant Standing in the rain outside my door hand on your knife When you reach a brick wall, there is still a decision Always thought if I had to lose I'd surely choose my life Up here in room 429 yeah the world ain't so unkind I want to take that empty room tonight We'll tell the world outside the door That we aint never coming back no more I want to stay in here til we turn off the night Til we turn off the night City breathes so softly, everything is sleeping I am at the window silently watching I can see you standing alone against the winter I can hear hear you asking but the streets they are not giving Don't look to the ocean, restless in its dreaming Dont look to the heavens for they will tell you nothing If living is for learning then dying is forgetting Once we have forgotten the we can go on living In a lifetime of hope, in a second of kindness There is never a doubt that we are born and die alone From within or without there's no way they can find us When they knock at the door the lights are on but we ain't home |
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