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sad nonsense
04:33
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An old friend called today
She said I should say goodbye
She's got it all prepared
As if suicide were a barbecue
I sit so far away
Thinking about America
And how we stayed in Memphis
On the day that Elvis died
Sad nonsense
Will get you through
It's all there is to say
Give yourself six more months
Clichéd persistence
It's all you can do
I crashed my car and I
Moved back to my father's place
Walking by the creek
Strangers having arguments
Sound and fury screams
Actors in a nightmare joke
God is such a cunt
But oh how we love Him so
Dead soldiers
Fill the sink
When dad isn't home
It's just me and my drink
Dead soldiers
Fill the screen
Is it just a bad dream?
The sign up ahead
Is riddled with bullet holes
In this post-traumatic town
I hear explosions at 2 am
I replace coffee with tea
And vodka with exercise
Another new age meme
To whitewash the pointlessness
Life does not provide
Equal welfare to its participants
No, life does not provide
Equal welfare to its participants
Sad nonsense will get you through
That's all there is to say
Give yourself six more months
The cliché of persistence
It's all you can do
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welcome to the foodchain
03:08
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Welcome to the foodchain
Would you like some tea?
It hits when you can't sleep
Makes you grind your back teeth
Wondering just who you are
A stranger in a bar
A rider from afar
Do well, Madam Candle
Take whatever's free
You let me know what love is
It's blowing up a castle
Watching all the peasants burn
Until it is your turn
There'll be nothing new to learn
This dark mind
It's doing me in
It's doing me in
Whatever shall we breed?
Whatever shall we breed?
Don't you like to breathe?
Don't you like to breathe?
I'm worshipping the ice man
Fire licks his face
Melting into nothing
His tombstone puddle rising
The darkness makes the light so strong
The subject of a song
The subject of a song
This dark mind
Is doing us in
It's doing us in
It's doing us in
Don't you like to breathe?
Don't you like to breathe
This dark mind
It's doing us in
It's doing us in
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posers
03:25
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You've got so much going on
Don't you love it
Don't you love it
You've got so much going on
With my habit
My dirty habit
I'm burning up in the sun
I'm still a child a stupid child
It takes a lot to catch on
I'm in the slow lane decrepit highway
You're such a sensitive guy
Everybody else is a racist
You boo at all the right times
Can you cradle everything you hate now
Another one tempting dawn
In the main street
In your ski mask
Viva la revolution
We're such posers
In emperor's clothes
We're such posers
In emperor's clothes
You've got so much going on
Don't you love it
Don't you love it
You've got so much going on
With your habit
Your dirty habit
You're burning up in the sun
You're still a child
A stupid child
It takes a lot to catch on
You're in the slow lane
Decrepit highway
Another one tempting dawn
In the main street
In your ski mask
Viva la revolution
We're such posers
In emperor's clothes
We're such posers
In emperor's clothes
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giant dildos in the sun
03:26
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I love American girls
They make me feel so hot
The sun is brighter in
California
And it shines
And it shines
I float across the sea
Dreaming of summer-time
Thinking of you and me
Drinking that summer wine
So I lock my heart and disappear forever
And I gotta be strong so I gotta try and not dream
Of running away, running away with you
Coz love's a dangerous game
A dangerous game we play
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fake white coffin
04:27
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Squeeze out of your fake white coffin
Mediocre black out boy
Consumer toy and soon you'll be working
The gratitude of slavery
In the gulag above the school
Nobody made up this rule
Nobody's there
Nobody's there
Squeeze back in your fake white coffin
It doesn't matter that no one will grieve
You're just a toy who got old and battered
And now you have reprieve
From the gulag above the school
Nobody made up this rule
Nobody's there
Nobody's there
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big dada
06:01
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I'm running on empty
Big dada's gonna come and fill me up
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fundamentalisco
02:59
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Animatronic dancer
Genuflecting
Waiting for the big man
To raise his thumb
The big man
Raise his thumb
Put on your costume
Performing in a figure of you
Judge and jury
Feed the tiger
Hole-hole-holy zoo
Broken cages
Transcending ages
God, god, god, god, god
God please let us dance
We swear we won't take off our
Terrified eyes
Peer out from a plastic screen
A battle in the park between
Brothers and sisters
Missers and misters
Come as you die
In the face off
In the face off roar
In the face off
In the face off roar
My predilection
My predilection
My predilection
Animatronic dancer
Genuflecting
Waiting for the big man
To raise his thumb
Waiting for the big man
Raise his thumb
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escape fantasy
02:46
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I love you
You hate me
Shotgun glass
Shattering
Slapped down by
Your emoticon
Is killing me
Can you please
Take it back?
I have bad
Leprosy
Why would anybody like
you want me
Why would anybody like
you want me
Sexy troops are coming
The bombs will fall
Sexy troops are coming
The bombs will fall
Sexy troops are coming
The bombs will fall
Escape with me
From the universe
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Sensitive singer songwriter
Pouring out your heart to the room
Jenny’s freaking out on acid
She wants everyone to get nude
Bill’s drinking off his hangover
From 25 nights before
Sensitive singer songwriter
Doing this for the love you had when you were just a child
Wishing maybe you could stay a child more
In this big man’s backyard world
Sensitive Singer songwriter
Pouring out your heart to the room
But nobody really cares
They’re pretending they believe in you
But hey’re drinking too much and eating too much
Whingeing about the bums on the street
Oh sensitive singer songwriter
Your days are almost complete
Oh sensitive singer songwriter
You’re completely obsolete
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12. |
water falls
05:12
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