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(1996) |
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Sailing all alone, guided by starlight
Nowhere is my home
Inside of my mind
We've paid that shoeshine boy
Whose buff has no smile
He spits on your tip-toes
And you keep hugging folklore
Like it's out of style, out of focus
Harum scarum
We promote this cover, discover
And you know your insides true
Better than I do
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This time I'm gonna take the collection baby
And with the money in my hand
I'm gonna purchase all the details
Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping
Walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever
Racing up the scales of your thermometer
Turnbuckle tournicate clotting the moonshine
Clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines
I found feathers in the hit and run nest
Omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads
When she knocked me over
I looked inside the hearse
Sprouting chauvanistic swine
And written were the words
Poking butter with this knife
Allergic to this concubine
Racing by in a '56 chevy
And we couldn't even pretend
To be alive...
I found feathers in the hit and run nest
Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping
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I had a friend who died
For something he really loved
I had a friend who stood
For none of the above
I had a friend whose experience
Was riddled with scars
Who got drunk one night
In the trunk of louie p.'s car
I had a friend who'd love to scare you
As was his affection
And tremble you did
'cause you weren't worthy of his friendship
I had a friend, but now
He's stranded on the mesa street exit
And sometimes I'm jealous
'Cause I'm still at the intersection
I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
Yes there's blood on the median
Like a boat without oars
Duct tape the cross on the brown colored
box
Single file line on the unpaved road
They tipped their hats, respect for the dead
In juarez, mexico is where they buried my friend
There are no words to express
The loss I feel since you've been away
You made this typical sad song
A physical classroom
Where I learned nothing
Just flashes of your face
It's all a facade and nothing really matters
now
He's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit
And sometimes I'm jealous waiting at the intersection
I had a friend whose heart was too heavy
to hold
Yes there's blood on the median like a boat without oars
It's all a facade, and nothing really matters
now
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I n i t i a t i o n
Follow you home after every show
Perforated into tiny fragments
Heavy breathing's your new fan club
A john handcock with the safety off
After every show
And how this pedastel fits like glove
Such a pity I built no laddter from me
The roots and above
I'll be hacking off
After every show
Initiation
There's no restraining order to keep me from you
Parting contestants never seem to win
Watch you clap your hands by the stage
Lend me your ears
Just another page
In the book that your friend signed yesterday
When I told you not to bother to holler
Your telephone's the one
That helped
Me wrap
The cord
Around your neck
You know you're beautiful
When you're dead
Initiation
There's no restraining order to keep me from you
Parting contestants never seem to win
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You keep telling me
This voltage hurts just a little
In the thickness of the van
You drop anchor if and when
Concealing all the thoughts
We hid and laughed forever
Repelling essence swelling something to blame
Bleeding profusely outside looking tame
The nerve of your hometown...
I'm drinking slovenly
Leave me alone, leave me alone
I am not your brother
I see five holes in your flag
Collect calling, the fuse is crawling
To the next hometown
Collect calling, the fuse is crawling
Can you feel the bite of my nails?
Can you feel it?
Repelling essence swelling something to blame
Enhanced sweet singing game...
I'm swimming down
Sink! swim! drown together
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Pregnant with the keys
To your stick shift mood
Can't get yourself ignition
Can't get yourself ignition
Grease-stained parking lot
Embed and loiter bottle tops
Dipped in the secretion
Of your syphilis flirtation
Must we go spell it out?
Roman candle, cradles, teething
Dressed in innuendos
"C" is for contraction
30 minutes apart
Umbilical agendas
In the coup de jat
"C" is for the cul de sac
Tiennamen reverse
Parking all the grandeur
In backseat afterbirth
Grease-stained parking lot
Loiter tops dipped in the secretion
Must we go spell it out for you?
Mao tse tung ferver
In his petty glance
In this cursive dysentery
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So we see the opportunities
Stitch and thread
With no down payments
Our neighbors see it through their
Own eyes so that the others hear
The story, the grapevine
Dot your I's, cross your t's
This forfeitures the burden of another
And all those friends you thought you had
Are laughing at and not with you
And all those friends you thought you knew
You'd trade it all for a tank full of fuel
Bel aire colonial deluxe number five
All the warmth that a boy can give
Sheepskin costume
I'm a truant officer
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Pigeon holed decision making
All my mind's made up
I only colored outside the lines
'Cause I got the knack
Stenciled teen initials
That were carved on the roof of my mouth
Only to bark the words of so-and-so
Fuck so-and-so...
I been dancing in the bathroom stalls
Excreting words just for this song
I'm kicking in windows
And it don't make music to me
"Please get some medication
Simple. It's simple...
We must die with dignity."
Pallbearer we are and all that
We never get and all my little pushes
Fall on your
Deaf
Ears
Kicking in these windows
Kicking in these windows
It's on the roof of my mouth
I'm gonna bark the words
On the roof of my mouth
Tickling with contusions
Paper bag masks hiding infantile music
No pictures, just words
Are you afraid of our books?
Illiterate cells for the valley of mules
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I'm an incision
The kind that glistens
And not to mention we appeal
When we've healed
I'm an incision, just an incision
I've got polaroid value
In a celluloid way
With twelve hard years of currency
And they trade it all
For the current scene
I'm an incision
The kind that glistens
Polaroid value
Celluloid way
This air condition
Is on intermission
We're burning on the border
Like they said that we would
I'm an incision, just an incision
The kind that glistens
And we appeal when we've healed
Burning on the borders like they said that we would
With twelve hard years of currency
And they trade it all for the current scene
They're partial to the way you speak
Blue tagged, blue tagged and incomplete
Burning on the borders like they said that we would
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Substation submerging
Suburban disturbance
Incoherent gourding
Coat of arms they came
Hack a knocking paranoia
In the walls, we heard family dying
While the band played on
Told sky to leave to the east bay clone
Weren't you taking me home
Secret service, we deserve this
We lost the friends to the pavement
To the pavement
Substation, subconscious
Let's do our william tell routine
Let's do it
Chewing on the goodyear's handcuffs
Are the wristwatch
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Kiss and kill your boyfriend
And all rich ones, too
Rich kids of the world unite
Dime on the bleachers
Head says not that far away
Bu the only way up is down
And I keep falling
Flip it again, but the answer
Hasn’t spared its change
Doesn’t matter how much time
You’ll never forget that forgetting’s required
Served on a platter of fakes
It’s inevitable
We’re proud to be pricks
We’re proud to be assholes
Picking up the pieces one by one
Don’t let it ride
Answer, someone, anyone
Won’t you pick up the pieces
You left behind?
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