1. |
Autocop
00:52
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as the sun comes down
champagne
everybody's going downtown
it's doo-dah time
send out pretenders
as they make 'em walk
sun up to sun down, oh yeah
every son dies solo
sha-la-la-la-la-la-la
hey hey hey hey
you're alright
alright by me
as the sun comes down
there ain't no shunnin'
do what you do
hey hey man
the sinner is through
the center
is you
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2. |
Blue Sparkle Helmet
00:53
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(This song's about blue sparkle helmet)
First you're running out then you're caving in
Sweet lies you tell yourself before you begin
On the way down
Kill the messenger
(He's the one that got you into this mess, now put on the blue sparkle helmet)
Move these words around try to make some sense
Don't know which direction you're going, you're going
On the way down
Kill the messenger
Blue sparkle helmet
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3. |
Revisionaries
01:28
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Trade it all, they've had it up
To here with rivals, new arrivals
Want a day in the sun
Gravy robbers adding up
Cheating power's all that matters
Science shattered
Just to say they won
They'd draw curtains round the sun
Just to say they w - - o - - n
Radio waves
Are all rerouted
Nouveau rewinder
Threw money all around it
You don't gotta tell me
I made my bloody mess
Anyway we share it all
Payday's just a winter away
It's not a set up
If we all choke it down gather round set fire to the
town tonight
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I rolled out of bed today
and the first thing that
I thought to say was
holy fuck
this is just my luck
I walked across the chilly floor
tripped over what was there before
and there's the cat
what's he looking at
It's not easy standing up
I peeked out of my window blind
just to see what I could find
and oh what fun
there's the sun
oh that great big shiny ball
is trying to take over fall
I guess I'll go outside
even though I'd rather hide
It's not easy standing up
It really isn't
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5. |
Hot Dog
02:00
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Hot dog small coke
With the family and the trench coat
Went out of my mind with the razor wire
Jackson Pollock in the middle of the living room floor
I just wanna be (let your nachos go)
Can't you let me be (let your nachos go)
Hot dog little fingers
In the front lawn and in the sprinklers
Breathed in a bug bomb and the ritalin
All the voices and the spiders crawlin on my skin
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6. |
Necktie
01:30
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come around with your creepy frown
all stooped down
want none of it
the difference between you and me
look here man
it's a ton of it
it's pretty hard with invisible guard up
i guess it's like camouflage
see with you i got a wooden shoe
for your works
a little sabotage
it's morning and the sun is up
rays burn through the maze
define the haze
cooped up queen, as you come clean
try to make fun of it
an open mind? well the pilot's blind
it's a curse i don't covet
squirming now, you run amok
trade blows just to show
you don't really give a fuck
see i fall for the leaves that turn over
but over and over again is so played out
i’m wanting out
cuz the minute i’m in it
i see the futility
warning: if you run your mouth
flies draw down to shit
but victims don't know better
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7. |
Noise
02:27
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She blew up bangs her head now she's gotta start again
Looking for a truth in so many lies is it something she can recognize
Time is not a friend when you turn away...
When you realize will it be too late can you make it through the night alone
All noise now
He came down crashed and burned trying to fix a broken wing
Looking for a truth in so many lies is it something he can recognize
Time is not a friend when you turn away...
When you realize will it be too late can you make it through the night alone
All noise now
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8. |
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Stream of rejection
My noise and thought collection
A faceless flickering exodus
It's something I won't miss
Breathing fast motion
My gut is an explosion
Voice is trembling in the mic
B-b-but I don't wanna go
No, then why
Another rock-n-roll haircut suicide
With you, I know
Typewriter fire lighter
Poetry death match word slicer
Mind machine will suck you dry
Data seeping from your eye
Memories in analog
The radio signal pulses on
Fire up the word machine gun
I-I-I-I don't wanna go
Got a rock-n-roll cut
Rock-n-roll haircut suicide
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9. |
Rat Race
02:22
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Smile smile to a camera
Talk talk to a microphone
Point point at a touch screen
Look look you’re sinking
Did you find it did you find it in a magazine
Mixed up mirror world head floating in a dream
Still awake manic feeling in the midnight hour
Motion sickness taking you over
Fast fast gotta keep up
Move move through the rat maze
Take take what you can get
Reach reach for anything
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10. |
RKill
02:14
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I don't care what you think about my beard
and I don't care what you think about my head
don't care what you think about my eyebrows
don't give a shit about anything you wanna talk about
oh, but you're accountable
I don't know what your “accountable” is
I wanna delete your face
I wanna move you from the world into some place
where you won't be a noise
where I won't be annoyed
I’m denied my vital air
I don't care if you lost your apartment
I don't care if you didn't get your business started
I don't give a shit about your goddamn cat
the only thing I want...
I don't even want you being around where I’m at
won’t you please step back
I don't care what you think about my day
don't care what you think about them other creeps
don't care what you think about me
don't give a fucking shit about your golden idea for a book about anything
I don't care about you
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11. |
Bus Stop Flop
01:50
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You keep talking without speaking
Headphones humming the bus is leaving now
You keep dreaming images streaming
Numbers calculating behind
Anything that will bring you in line
Lights are shining mesmerizing
Phantoms waiting for possession
Thoughts are moving bits are fading
Push the button for the meaning now
You keep talking…
(Keep you in line)
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12. |
Scarab
01:52
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I set the blaze, nobody knows but me
burning it bright is sounding alright
it's gotta be
money-made money, brick-made pyramid
money, money, money
myth made outta men
it's dirty money
you know there's no better way-uh!
welp, it's dirty money
bury me with my beetle now
money maker
I made the big pile
and like a religion
good intentions only pave the way to me
dirty money, it's only money
I make a little bed out of it
dunno, but I’m churning it out
you or me? i got a burning bet on me
I know there's a
a better way
but it takes too long
now now now now now…
money! money! dummy! you'll never get it outta me!
money! money! money! took it all day, every day!
you'll. never. make. it. be.
you had everything
had it all
but it burned burned burned with me
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13. |
Charged Up Bionic
02:31
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This is not the last time
You'll dismember me
Break me down into pieces
Charged up bionic
Recorded memories
Rusted forgotten dreams
Swiftly taking me over
All charged up bionic
Charged up bionic
Break me whispers the bottle
Black spots on the TV
My head is full of static I'm
Charged up bionic
I don't recognize
Don't kill the messenger
I'll plan my next escape
I'm running out of patience I'm
Charged up bionic
I don't recognize
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14. |
Wall Art
01:29
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oh, good you’re right
oh cool, your venue
going real steady now
steady now
ride out the breakout
opinion’s a sacred trip at night
Gauguin, you drive me around
red light, I seen a man in Chinatown
say...my kind of day, yeah
they say I ain’t right
maybe your kind of night
go down, look at your right hand
ready usurper
it’s better now
it’s better anyway
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Stuporhero Seattle, Washington
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