1. |
On Earth
01:03
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2. |
As It Is In Heaven
03:14
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They're gonna rot in the ground, while we keep on moving
Little graves for the little braves, and little lives for the taking
Mortal cells and minds that fail, distracted by the promise of heaven and hell
Fragile bones in their fragile homes, so patient, blatant aching, waiting to die
How can you be this calm when everything wants you to end?
Mother Nature's got no conscience. Father Time isn't your friend
Tiny demons in your phospholipid bilayers plot out to seize
Your every bit of being, as for me
I'm diving in to the fountain of youth
Gonna hold my breath, gonna cheat my death, I won't die by the book
It turns me on a la Ponce de Leon
gonna touch myself in the holy waters everybody can look
Don't damn yourself to the dust, while we keep on burning
Come with us to the holy grail, cause lately its all for the taking
Don't fear the reaper, fear the blind
you can live forever if you open up your mind
death will come knocking at my door, but I ain't gonna be his little whore, anymore
I'm diving in to the fountain of youth
Gonna hold my breath, gonna cheat my death, I won't die by the book
It turns me on a la Ponce de Leon
Gonna touch myself in the holy waters everybody can look
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3. |
Hey, Eve
02:46
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She said I looked like Jesus but I sound like hell
As I undid the notches of her bible belt
It was forbidden fruit but I had to get a taste
Felt the wrath of god against my face
Her daddy told me, "Devil, better stay away!"
Put her halo on my shoulders and she knelt to pray
There's more heaven than hell when she chose to sin
She screamed out his name and Christ came again, yeah.
Oh lordy sakes, how did this begin?
Split her loaf in two, she's a fisher of men.
I'm the serpent in the bushes, that I must confess
Turned her water to wine and slipped off her dress
After Sunday school I met her in a room
Rolled away the stone from her empty tomb
Took the golden rule and taught a thing or two
Do unto me and I'll do unto you, yeah
Hey, Eve, come play with me.
Hey, hey, hey, Eve, set your body free.
Hey, hey, hey, Eve, come play with me.
Hey, hey, hey, Eve.
Hey, hey, hey.
Took off her cross, Uncrossed her legs
Went missionary at the foot of her bed
God fearing men have tried their best
But nothing hits the spot like godlessness
Now smite me down if I've done wrong
Two thousand years is too damn long
And until that time comes I'll be speaking in tongues
'Til her little angel body is nothing but numb, yeah.
Hey, Eve, come play with me.
Hey, hey, hey, Eve, set your body free.
Hey, hey, hey, Eve, come play with me.
Hey, hey, hey, Eve.
Hey, hey, hey, Eve.
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4. |
The Meaning Of Gray
03:58
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Please turn off the lights I need a second to see
Someone stop this ride so I remember to breathe
'Cause it feels like forever since I've slept comfortably
If you're searching for an answer why the hell look at me?
As silently as I can but just as loud in my head as convenience lets me.
I get along but no one gets me
Holding my tongue for those who are sleeping
Holding composure for brothers I am keeping.
Just spent six bucks that wasn't even all mine
And I can't even sleep from this store-bought bedtime
I just stayed up and borrowed four dollars of tar
Took the keys but I don't think I'll make it too far
As silently as I can but just as loud in my head as convenience lets me.
I get along but no one gets me
Holding my tongue for those who are sleeping
Holding composure for brothers I am keeping.
Left alone, I need to breathe, just give me a second
or maybe its a drink or drown, just give me a circus
Let's go!
Stop! Get up! and Go!
Who wrote this book in this cheap hotel drawer?
A shot for every time there are brothers at war
By the time you hit you 80 hundredth day
you better damn sure know what's the meaning of grey.
As silently as I can but just as loud in my head as convenience lets me.
I get along but no one gets me
Holding my tongue for those who are sleeping
Holding composure for brothers I am keeping.
Left alone, I need to breathe, just give me a second
or maybe its a drink or drown, just give some ruckus
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5. |
Blue Flannel And Silk
02:43
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BLUE FLANNEL AND SILK
Nicotine, cocaine, caffeine, love
Are all are addictive and they all are drugs
Knocking on wood so you stay alive
Try to make your mark so you never die
Why do you think that all that there is candy on your tongue?
Don't waste your only shot for a short circuit hum
When all you do is chase new highs at a fraction of the cost
You're so stranded you don't even know you're lost
Nicotine, cocaine, caffeine, love
Are all addictive and they all are drugs
Make a hell of a lawyer with the lies you sell
Making love to angels in the pits of hell
Why do you think that all that there is candy on your tongue?
Don't waste your only shot for a short circuit hum
When all you do is chase new highs at a fraction of the cost
You're so stranded you don't even know you're lost
And you're never coming home and you're never coming clean and the only thing that keeps you awake is the dream.
Why do you think that all that there is candy on your tongue?
Don't waste your only shot for a short circuit hum
When all you do is chase new highs at a fraction of the cost
You're so stranded you don't even know you're lost
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6. |
Future Shock Baby
03:19
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I know a place where you'll look like an angel underneath bioluminescent trees
I can take you for a ride on the super quantum highway from Sydney to Belize
So, future shock baby settle down, settle down, settle down my dear
Look up at the stars cause we've conquered them in only a couple hundred years.
And I can take you there, if you want to stay.
You've got my love, Now blow me away!
I don't care if you're from a different time
I know I gotta, gotta make you mine.
Just stay with me angel, because heaven is ours
We can have anachronistic love across the stars
I don't care if you're from a different time
I know I gotta, gotta make you mine.
Just stay with me angel, because heaven is ours
We can have anachronistic love across the stars
Couldn't make your face in a million tries even if I was a genetic engineer
To make a goddess like you took random evolution through the past 4 billion years
So, future shock baby settle down, settle down, and stay with me
and I'll lay you down under bioluminescent trees
I can take you there, if you want to stay
You've got my love, now blow me away!
I don't care if you're from a different time
I know I gotta, gotta, gotta make you mine.
Just stay me angel, heaven is ours
We can have anachronistic love across the stars
I don't care if you're from a different time
I know I gotta, gotta make you mine.
Just stay with me angel, because heaven is ours
We can have anachronistic love across the stars
All of the lights are staring down on me
I can take you there
(Future shock baby settle down, settle down, settle down)
And I can lay you down.
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7. |
Star Spangled Shootout
02:03
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8. |
It Could Be Poison
04:13
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Bits and bytes and rams and roms
gigs and orgs and nets and coms
I think my brain is lost among the airwaves
cars and phones, CDs and clothes
mp3s, I need a loan
I think my sol is half price on the sales page
Ministers, confessionals,
god ordained professionals
I think my alarm clock's set for the doomsday
Solving problems, dropping bombs
Irag, Japan, and Vietnam
I think we like the smell of our own graves
And they're standing on the front lines
Singing, "Hallelujah, its time!"
An eye for an eye will make us blind
Tell me how to feel
If all that we've worked for was gone
With just the ashes and dust in our eyes
A burning king with a fiery crown
'Til we tear it down
80 million empty homes
yet homelessness still lives on
I think we're addicted to the disarray, yeah
Jesus went congressional
Christian values federal
I think my weeks are stuck on a sunday
They make bombs so we make more
What the hell is all this for?!
I think we let the fools determine our fate
Television is a joke
Shut it off I might choke
I think the news is packed with propaganda
And they're standing on the front lines
Singing, "Hallelujah, its time!"
An eye for an eye will make us blind
Tell me how to feel
If all that we've worked for was gone
With just the ashes and dust in our eyes
A burning king with a fiery crown
As we tear it down
The keys to Lincoln's room are with Uncle Sam
Mother Mary has taken him as her man
The cowboys left their shoes in a faulty choice
To legislate illegitimate girls and boys
Cracking down on the tree of life that grows in our fields
Setting fires to oil after all that they've killed
The bombs going off on the count of two
Get ready for it, are you ready for it?
1,2 Boom
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9. |
Run
03:44
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Sun burns down in a Mississippi tint
Four on the floor and hammer on flint
Floodlights fall, Daisy's got his scent
Hot on his trail, no time to repent
So, run, buddy, run.
Blistered feet on an Alabama line
Dehydration on an under formed mind
A pack of hounds gnashing at him from behind
Lead in his blood and he's out of time
So, run, buddy, run.
Run, buddy, run
With everything you've got under the sun
Run, buddy, run
You're breaking the law without a chance to think
Number six on your list without a chance to blink
You're looking at twenty to life on a six foot bed
You're breaking the law without a chance to think
Number six on your list without a chance to blink
God knows what's going through that head
Polished up badge on a twenty inch screen
The sheriff shot the bastard with the evil instinct
Perfect kind of guy for a politician scheme
Another goddamn page for the Mississippi ink
So, run, buddy, run.
Run, buddy run.
With everything you've got under the sun
Run, buddy, run
You're making the law without a chance to think
Number one on your list without a chance to blink
You've gotta stop the devil from infecting all our heads
You're making the law without a chance to think
Number one on your list without a chance to blink
You better change something before we all end up dead
You're breaking the law without a chance to think
Number six on your list without a chance to blink
You're looking at twenty to life on a six foot bed
Breaking the law without a chance to think
Number six on your list without a chance to blink
I don't think you understand that your god is dead
So, run, buddy, run.
Run, buddy run.
With everything you've got under the sun
Run, buddy, run
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10. |
Second SOL
03:09
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I think we've found that we are all animals
just a drop of primordial soup
Another offspring of australopithecine
wondering what we're tantamount to
Am I a solipsistic mind
in an imagined skull?
Are we just a collection of cells or metaphysical souls?
There's no ghost in the machine
Can we make it exist?
Hardwire the workings of our consciousness
A binary code for a digital sol.
Existential silver philosophic gold
If they back me up as ones and oh's,
transcending self from frontal lobes,
Is it really me?
Must it be a constant stream of thoughts and dreams and memories?
Or can it stop and start again? and if that's so does that mean when
A copied you is placed by your side
Instead of second sol it's only second eyes?
And when I'm gone will they replicate who
I was if they can?
There's no ghost in the machine
But can we make it exist?
Hardwire the workings of our consciousness
A binary code for a digital sol,
Existential silver philosophic gold
If they back me up as ones and oh's,
transcending self from frontal lobes,
Is it really me?
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11. |
Rise Of The Mice
03:15
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I'm sick of working 10-10 and nothing to show for it but,
Callous fingertips to mend
Working class pacifist and
This means war to me!
Does it mean war to you?
The liars bleed us dry and they're making bread with our bones!
Fe-fi-fo-fum
Fat cat's got our tounge
Living in the walls
We are mice of men
Are we all just dirt for them to walk upon?
Why must we break our backs for their glory, for our pain?
We're all sick and can't pretend there's something to comfort us but,
Helpless shrugs from LPNs
Just as powerless
This means war to me!
Does this mean war to you?
They pick our pockets clean and they're breaking bread with our homes
Fe-fi-fo-fum
Fat cat's got our tounge
Living in the walls
We are mice of men
Are we all just dirt for them to walk upon?
Why must we break our backs for their glory, for our pain?
Fe-fi-fo-fum
Fat cat's got our tounge
Living in the walls
We are mice of men
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12. |
Bay Window View
03:45
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I tried to lose you, I tried to forget.
I tried to blur your face but, it hasn't happened yet.
Loss of innocence is on the march. Its coming for us all.
Wedding bells will ring for ring for you. I'll forget to call and
You said it yourself, you could feel it too
But you plead the fifth, Now tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do.
Something lately has not been right and its hard to move an inch.
I factor sheep just to sleep at night and I always stay at home
It feels like forever and where are you now
I disengage and disappear, you disregard and disavow
You're sleeping in the arms of another, you say that you sleep just fine.
I question if we'll see each other, question if I'm losing my mind.
Something lately has not been right and its hard to move an inch.
I factor sheep just to sleep at night and I always stay at home
Please, slow it down for me
I'm stuck inside a memory
(Please, slow it down for me)
Something lately has not been right and its hard to move an inch.
(Because I'm stuck here in this memory)
I factor sheep just to sleep at night and I always stay at home
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13. |
The Hayflick Limit
05:14
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Unhand me, I'm getting old
Getting grey hairs on my sol
But I still piss and bleed rock 'n' roll
There comes a time in everyone's life
When you gotta learn to say goodbye
I can't give up 'cause I'm not ready to die.
And I hope this road never comes to an end
And I hope my friends there is never a sweeter sin
Got Cherokee blood running through my veins
Fire water just to keep me sane
Pass out with pixie dust on my brain
And they say, "Boy you're looking pale.
You've been that way since the angels fell.
Forget your dreams 'cause you've got nothing to sell."
And I hope this road never comes to an end
And I hope my friends there is never a sweeter sin
And I hope this road never comes to an end
And I hope my friends there is never a sweeter sin
And I hope this road never comes to an end
And I hope my friends there is never a sweeter sin
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14. |
White Wall
01:25
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15. |
Hell With Honors
04:14
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I'd rather go to hell for the company
than spend an eternity
blinded by the light of god, how will I ever get my sleep?
I think I'm gonna glow like a christmas tree
if hell is just a sex party.
an incandescent orgy for the sinners and the sane
Because what matters most, on the choice of gold or toast, is who else is gonna roast with me
Because the devil chose, to be a better host, than the holy ghost, so all my friends will be
in hell with me
He read a verse and gave a smile I opened up my cigarettes
and leaned against the railing cuz i knew it might take a while
He lived his life with no regrets for
an invisible friend with benefits
he said son do you know where your headed because
I have an offer you can't refuse
I said I don't believe in heaven or hell
but if I had to choose I think I'd say
what matters most, on the choice of gold or toast, is who else is gonna roast with me
Because the devil chose, to be a better host, than the holy ghost, so all my friends will be
in hell with me
He bit his lip in disbelief, and shouted to an empty sky
begged for my forgiveness because I knew not what I did
lucifer had snared me with his charm
beelzebub had grabbed me by the arm.
and taken me down that fiery path
camouflaging it up with booze, and ass
I said I don't believe in the power of the cross
and I think my sol is lost all because
what matters most, on the choice of gold or toast, is who else is gonna roast with me
Because the devil chose, to be a better host, than the holy ghost, so all my friends will be
in hell with me
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