Lyrics

G:

Life isn’t your goddam soap opera

Pseudo drama that’s acted out bad

An imitation of the life you wish you had

 

Stop encouraging fantasy trials

Nothing is happening and it breaks your smile

All the while you had me sealed up as a precious sample in a vial

 

Screaming from nothing

Longing for something

The phone won’t ring

Devils are going to sing

Screaming to be happy, singing is so sappy

Emotion has been dried out; over-used and faded

Screaming gets you nowhere; sinners will be aware

Of heaving and breathing, exhaling so jaded

 

I didn’t mean all those ugly things I said

The things in me weren’t together in my head

Don’t remember me for that fantasy I puked

I was as guilty as you

 

It was different, but it was the same

Though we’re still scared to play in the rain

You’ve grown stronger, you’re going to live your life

If a snake bit you, you wouldn’t cry

You’d turn around and you’d break its spine

May all snakes who come to you be so blind

That they won’t see in you how you’ve tried

So something something something and smile

 

Baby I don’t want to fight anymore

I’m so tired of always keeping score

I wanna throw all that shit to the floor

And not be proud anymore

 

When we split apart it made a noise like a boom

Our love was something I could never prove

A:

Lay your head down on my pillow, please

So much I could show you if you’d open up to me

Let your guard down, nothing will harm will you

And I’m pretty sure that it would do you well

 

If you’d shrug your load and take the lead

You’ll see capacity is free

Like someone’s willingness to be

The black cat licking at your feet

At your feet I crawl

 

You little coward, you’re not ugly

Show a little credit where it’s due

Stand up straight and show me your face

There’s no time left to be sad or to say goodbye

Hold your head up high
If you would stop being afraid

You’ll see love comes in many ways

Why don’t I end my life and see

How much you really mean to me

 

You were the love of my life, but you blew it

But you blew it

 

Now I see that my cause was hopeless from the start

In all of these years, all I accomplished was breaking my heart

One day you’ll wake and realize why I won’t let my love be compromised

You think you’ve got it all under control, but one day you’ll see things thru my eyes

 

And now I see where I fell down

And I see where I got turned around

Been heading the wrong way down a one-way

And i didn’t know it till today

The way I loved you is now dead

All this shit is too complex

I don’t know where I’m going to go from here

I don’t know where I’m going to go from here

 

You were the love of my life, but you blew it,

And I blew it

You were the love of my life, but you blew it

We blew it

You were the love of my life, but I blew it

And you blew it

You were the love of my life, but we blew it

Yeah we blew it

Exist:

I don’t believe I exist

The shock that I feel when I crash cars is unreal

 

I don’t believe you exist

You harmless, insignificant buzzing fly

I don’t believe you exist–

You, the universe, encompassing the sky

I don’t believe you exist–

You, the girl staring me directly in the eyes

 

I don’t believe I exist

The shock that I feel when I crash cars is unreal

I don’t believe I exist

When I fall I feel free, the sudden stop alerts me that
I don’t exist

Nothing can be said to back up the claim either way

 

I don’t exist

The sudden stop alerts me that

None of this

Is

Really

Here

Nor am I

I

Job Home Head:

Ain’t got no job, ain’t got no home, ain’t got no place to lay my head

Oh Lord, no place to lay my head

 

Well, the white-haired man had a thin, red coat and a dusty cap on his head

And everyday when I passed him on the street, I wondered what he said

But one fine day I sat next to him, and we didn’t talk of chains, but instead,

He said, “I’m okay with no place to lay my head.”

 

Well I once knew a scruffled old soul with white hair on his chin

And he wouldn’t give you the time of day if you asked him where he’d been

Yeah, Bobby, too, was an asshole brew–and liked its promotion

But oh, Lord he didn’t see the implications

 

Ain’t got no etc.

Oh Lord

 

Well, Chucky T. was a sex machine before he wound up dead

But a couple of years before this happened, and all was done and said

He was dealing drug and dealing with thugs and getting girls’ head

But oh, Lord he had no place to lay his head

Roxana:

You miss me, I don’t miss you back

I’m so evil–I want to but am unable

 

I’ve beaten myself down over this

 

I’m beating myself down over this

 

You’ve become the pincushion

I never wanted to create, but I’m evil

It’s the only excuse I can give

 

When this is done I know I’ll be the one to drive in the last nail

I can’t love you, Roxana, though no one was as fair

You took me back from the mud, but I still don’t care

I’ve lied to you, and I deserve to be hated, so…

Please hate me

Please hate me

Please forget, please don’t regret

I realize exactly what I’m saying

Speak to Me

Speak to me in my good ear

For the first time you couldn’t tell me what I had to hear

Speak to me in my good ear

 

Speak softly in my good ear

Make some sense in my good ear
This hasn’t happened before and it feels like a retort, or just a cruel joke

Just a cruel joke

 

The look on your face was the bait you’d sing

To lure me into wearing your ring

XXXX my back of its feathered wings

But it’s not like you’d ever harm a thing
Speak to me in my good ear

Speak to me in my good ear

For the first time you couldn’t tell me what I had to hear

What I had to hear

 

Speak softly into my good ear

Make some sense in my good ear

This hasn’t happened before, and it feels like a retort, or just a cruel joke

Just a cruel joke

 

The look on your face was the bait you’d sing to lure me into wearing your ring

XXXX my back of its feathered wings, but it’s not like you’d ever harm a thing

The dress you wore was the fist you’d swing, the extent of which still has me hanging in a sling, but it’s okay, I can’t feel a thing.

Yeah, it’s okay–I can’t feel a thing.

 

Speak to me in my good ear

Wings

In the eye of the tornado, I am prickling with needles

 

Spread your wings and make a toast

Sweating dreams out on the coast

You can’t be held back anymore

The things that satisfied are now folklore

The waterline will pray for me

As I’m jumping out to sea

I can’t help but think that my life

Is slowly changing for the better

Yeah

Armchair Activist (v1)

Preaching the absolute to a bored audience

Do you hold a wiser state of truth, or do you like to create suspense?
Do you hold hold a higher state of truth, so rarely circular in men?
I have self-confidence, I won’t be swayed by a lack of evidence

No one’s going to think of you as God-like as you want them to

Singing the song of knowledge

Your words hit like a tommy gun from a gang

We know you have good intentions,

But being barraged all the time is not so fun

Boomerang, motherfucker, boomerang

Armchair activist

It’s not about throwing one’s ideas at a friendly, listening ear

You won’t listen to reply about your fantasia, but free exchange is what I want to hear

Destruction as Beauty

Where I see beauty, you see destruction incarnate

 

It’s a long way from home, but I’m gonna trek it all the way,

Because I’ve got what I need, and I’m still on my feet,

And in spite of myself, I will succeed

 

But you would think that you know me

Satiate

I hope that I can satiate my needs

 

There’s a lot of us

We’re not going down without a fight

Behind walls

Behind walls of hate: disease

 

We’re gonna be broken-hearted,

Changing direction in lieu of a tidal wave

We’re gonna be broken-hearted

 

I’m not at peace

Raunch

Oh yeah

One time

Giiiiiirl,

the back of your pants is attracting my eyes, and it comes to me as no suprise that my good looks and mere existence will prove the reasons I’m gonna hit first base with you.

Let’s be honest–it’s perfectly clear that we’re both in it for the wonder years. So let’s not front and let’s get down to it, we’ll find a place alone and move it, move it, move it.

 

I wanna do it to you

I wanna make you my queen

 

(gasp)

Girl you look so fine, I cannot lie

The outdoors are so cold, but it’s warm inside, where no one can see me making a fool of you and I both as I drunkenly drool.

Who cares about tomorrow? Let’s live for today.
Girl, you know I want to love you, don’t I sound sincere? Just ask the 50 other girls I’ve also fucked this year.
Girl, you know.
I wanna do it to you.
I wanna make you my queen

You can rule over my kingdom of filth

I wanna do it to you, my queen

Queen…. queen…. queen…. queen….

 

Let’s do it

Let’s ruin it

Let’s ruin everything

Who Am I Now

Screaming fits of inequalities manifest in my everyday life

How to avoid such a burden here?

I have not found these secrets, embedded in lime

 

Screaming fits of inequalities have their way of making you paralyzed

I thought I heard the phone ringing. Could it have been you, so we could make up and cry together?
These cold nights leave me dripping with sweat

Anticipation is sometimes a very real threat

Recurring dream, won’t you go away?

But who am I now to even have a say?

Grownups Are…

When one grows old, one grows evil

When one grows old, one grows evil

When one can’t decide on which side to be high

When one grows old one grows evil

 

When one is young, it’s easy to laugh

When one is young, it’s easy to laugh

But we’re filled, weighted and tired, and we’re tightroping over a pit of fire

When one is young, it’s easy to laugh

 

Grownups are fucking stupid

 

We grow old

We lose something along the way

I’m growing old

Armchair Activist (v2)

Preaching the absolute to a bored audience

Do you hold a higher state of truth, or do you like to create suspense?
Do you hold a higher state of truth, so rarely circular in men?

 

I’ve got some self-confidence, I won’t be swayed by a lack of evidence

No one’s going to think of you as God-like as you want them to

 

Singing the song of knowledge, your words hit like a tommy gun from a gang

We know you have good intentions, but being barraged all the time is not so fun

Boomerang, motherfucker. Boomerang

 

Armchair activist

 

It’s not about throwing one’s ideas at a friendly, listening ear

You won’t listen to reply to your fantasia, but free exchange is what I want to hear

You yell and shout to no avail

Why don’t you go and just set sail

Away to an island that no one knows

Where you can be the leader and savior of drones

Shh

I yelled for the sun today

But she wouldn’t shine me a new way

I yelled for the sun today

But she wouldn’t shine for me

 

I yelled for the sun today

To guide me back home

I yelled for the sun today

To guide me back home

 

I yelled

I yelled up

Copper

It’s cold in here, but I’m used to it

Fantasies not manifesting

All around me these people, I just want the one I’ll never have

Apprehensively quivering a finger pointing northward

Tearing up at the gash;

the imperfection;

the self-inflicted fissure inward

Miserable naked body

Weakling’s builder built him shoddy

Copper let me bring you to a furnace where we burn a fire so big and pretty you could cry

Reason is the answer. Freedom is expression. Knowledge is just knowing what you want.

Be careful what you pray for, it comes back to you someday

And your tears will run that makeup back down your face

Copper will never be gold

Copper will never be gold

Tearing up at the gash

Tearing up at the gash;

the imperfection;

the self-inflicted fissure inward

You and I

I Would Not Know

I am the most happy person that I know

 

The right

To strife

Is given to those who feel it

Every day without fail

 

But I would not know,

I’ve never tried it, and so ….

 

You don’t know what it’s like

To be owned

 

I would not know

I’ve never smoked crack, and so ….

 

You don’t know what it’s like

 

You don’t know what it’s like

To be owned

You’d be better off

That you never did

Your Saving Grace

Your saving grace

Crazy Idea

Unsung!

I said believe me!

The time will come when you’ll be free!

I Miss You So Much

I miss you so much

No Way to Explain What I’m Trying to Do

There’s no way

No way to describe what I’m trying to do,

Way to describe what I’m trying to do
You wouldn’t understand anyway

 

There’s no way

No way to explain what I’m trying to

Way to explain what I’m trying to do

 

Do

 

No way

Makeup

She knows

Whoever did her makeup knew what they were doing

When You Died

When you died

It really hit me hard

Sides

… and I’d stay right by your side,

and I’d do what’s right by your side,

and I’d stay right by your side,

and I’d do what’s right by your side,

yes, I would,

 

and I would side with the right,

but their leader is just a neo-conservative cowboy,

and I would side with the left,

but their eyes are wet from all their pissing and moaning,

and I would prosteletyze for Christ, but he’s never coming back here,

though atheism doesn’t seem quite right, because my mind can barely grasp the world around me,

 

and I’m lost in time (as history repeats).

All these myriad voices (and all the sounds they make)

just confuse me

 

The ones that I love are on my side

I said those whom I love are on my side

They’re not running away

They’re my sole protection

 

I’ll stand by those I love until I did,

I said I’ll stand tall and fight until I die.

I’m not running away.

I’ll make no exception.

 

I said the ones that I love are on my side

I said those whom I love are on my side.

They’re not running away

They’re my sole protection

And I love them

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