01) Last Exit

Lives opened and trashed. Look ma, watch me crash.
No time to question why'd nothing last.
Grasp and hold on we're dying fast.
Soon be over and I will relent.

Let the ocean swell dissolve away my past.
Three days and maybe longer. Won't even know I've left.
Under your tongue I'm like a tab.
I will give you what you're not supposed to have.
Under my breath I swear by sin.
For better or for worse, a best we began.

Let the sun climb, oh burn away my mask.
Three days, maybe longer. Shed my skin at last. Shed, shed...

Let the sun shine burn away my mask.
Three days, maybe longer. Won't ever find me here.

Let the ocean dissolve away my past.
Four days and not much longer...

Let my spirit pass. 
This is... (x5)
This is my last exit.

02) Spin The Black Circle

See this needle. See my hand.
Drop, drop, dropping it down oh so gently.
Well here it comes. I touch the plane.
Turn me up, won't turn you away.

Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black.
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin... Whoa...

Pull it out. Paper sleeve.
Oh my joy. Only you deserve conceit.
I'm so big. My whole world.
I'd rather you, rather you than her.

Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black.
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin... Whoa... Oh...

You're so warm. Oh, the ritual when I lay down your crooked arm.

Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black.
Spin, spin... Spin the black circle.
Spin, spin...
Spin the black (x5) circle.
Spin the black circle. (x4)
Spin, spin... (x6)

03) Not For You

Restless soul, enjoy your youth.
Like Muhammad. Hits the truth.
Can't escape from the common rule 
if you hate something don't you do it too. Too...

Small my table. Sits just two.
Got so crowded. I can't make room.
Oh where did they come from? Stormed my room.
And you dare say it belongs to you. To you...

This is not for you. (x3)
Oh, not for you. Ah you...

My friends call me Ed, they call me.
My friends they don't scream.
My friends don't call.
My friends don't...

All that's sacred comes from youth.
Dedications. Naive and true.
With no power. Nothing to do.
I still remember. Why don't you? Don't you?

This is not for you. (x3) 
Oh, never was for you. Fuck you.
This is not for you.
Oh, this is not for you. No, no.
This is not for you. Oh, not for you. Oh you...

04) Tremor Christ

Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm.
Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore.
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her, drowning in his wake.
Daily taste the salt of her tears but, chance blamed fate.

Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake.
The smallest oceans still get big, big waves. Yea...

Ransom paid the devil. He whispers pleasing words.
Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first. Yea...

Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake.
The smallest oceans still get big, big waves. Yea...

I'll decide... ...take the dive. Take my time; not my life.
Wait for signs. Believe in lies to get by. It's divine. Whoa...
Oh, you know what it's like.

Turns the bow back towards him. Drops the line.
Puts his faith in love and Tremor Christ.

05) Nothingman

Once divided. Nothing left to subtract.
Some words when spoken can't be taken back.
Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking.
Future's above, but in the past he's slow and sinking.
Caught a bolt of lightning. Cursed the day he let it go.

Nothingman... (x2)
Isn't it something, nothingman?

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she stiffened. Took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escapes. One's left inside... Oh well...
And he who forgets will be destined to remember. Oh, oh, oh...

Nothingman... (x2)
Isn't it something, nothingman?

Oh, she don't want him (she don't want him).
Oh, she won't feed him after he's flown away.
Oh, into the sun. Yea, into the sun.
Burn, ah burn, burn...
Nothingman... (x2)
Isn't it something, nothingman?
Nothingman... (x2)
Coulda' been something, nothingman.
Oh, ohh... ohh...

06) Whipping

Don't need a helmet, got a hard hard head.
Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet.
Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood.
After a while seems to roll right off. 

They're whipping...(x4)

Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached.
Oh, don't get behind I can't fall back.
Why must we trust all these rusted rails?
They don't want no change. We already have.

They're whipping...(x4)

Don't mean to push but I'm being shoved. Oh...
Oh, I'm just like you think we've had enough.
I can't believe a thing they want us to... Oh.
Oh, we all got scars they should have them too. Oh...

They're whipping...(x4)
They're whipping...(x3)
Yeah, they're whipping.

07) Pry, To

P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. (x4)
P-r-i-v-a-c-y... (x4)

08) Corduroy

The waiting drove me mad. You're finally here and I'm a mess.
I take your entrance back. Can't let you roam inside my head.

I don't want to take what you can give.
I would rather starve than eat your bread.
I would rather run but I can't walk.
Guess I lie alone just like before.

I'll take the varmints path. Oh, and I must refuse your test.
Push me and I will resist. This behavior's not unique.

I don't want to hear from those who know.
They can buy but can't put on my clothes.
I don't want to wait for them to walk.
Never would have known of me before.

I don't want to be held in your debt.
I'll pay it off in blood let I be wed.
I'm already cut up and half dead.
I'll end up alone like I began. Yea...

Everything has chains. Absolutely nothing's changed.
"Take my hand, not my picture." Spilled my teacher.

I don't want to take what you can give.
I would rather starve than eat your bread.
All the things that others want for me.
Can't buy what I want because it's free. (x2)
Can't be what you want because I...

Why ain't it supposed to be just fun?
Oh, to live and die let it be done.
I figure that I'll be damned. All alone like I began.

It's your move now. I thought you were a friend but I guess, I... I guess I hate you.

09) Bugs

I got bugs. I got bugs in my room.
Bugs in my bed. Bugs in my ears.
Their eggs in my head.
Bugs in my pockets. Bugs in my shoes.
Bugs in the way I feel about you.
Bugs on my window trying to get in.
They don't go nowhere. Waiting, waiting...
Bugs on my ceiling. Crowded the floor.
Standing, sitting, kneeling. A few block the door.
And now the questions...
Do I kill them? Become their friend?
Do I eat them? Raw or well done?
Do I trick them? I don't think they're that dumb.
Do I join them? Looks like that's the one.
I got bugs on my skin. Tickle my nausea.
I let it happen again. They're always taking over.
I see they surround me I see, see them deciding my fate.
Oh, that which was once, was once up to me. Now it's too late.
I got bugs in my room. One on one.
That's when I had a chance.
I'll just stop now. I'll become naked and with them I'll become one.

10) Satan's Bed

It's not all been said, been said and done.
I've never slept in Satan's bed.
Although, I must admit, still visits my place.
Uninvited, as you know he don't wait.
Funny how he always seems to fit in.
Funny how I always want to give in.
Sundays, Fridays, Tuesdays, Thursdays the same.
Sometimes this special guest he don't like to leave.

Already in love. (x3)
Already...

Who made, who made up, made up the myth 
that we were born to be covered in bliss?
Who set the standard? Born to be rich.
Such fine examples, skinny little bitch.
Model, role model, roll some models in blood.
Get some flesh to stick so they look like us.
I shit and I stink. I'm real join the club.
I'd stop and talk but I'm already in love.

Already in love. (x3)
Already in love... Ah ha ha ha...

Torture follows reward, follows torture, follows reward...

Never shook Satan's hand. Look, see for yourself.
You'd know it if I had that shit don't come off.
I'll rise and fall, let me take credit for both.
Jump off a cliff don't need your help so back off.
I'll never suck Satan's dick.
Again you'd see it, you know, right round the lips.
I'll wait for angels but I won't hold my breath.
'magine they're busy. Think I'm doing okay.

Already in love. (x6)
Already...

11) Better Man

Waiting, watching the clock. It's four o'clock.
It's got to stop. Tell him. Take no more.
She practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over.
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over.

She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man. (x2)
Ohh...

Talking to herself, "There's no one else who needs to know," she tells herself. Oh...
Memories back when she was bold and strong and waiting for the world to come along.
Swears she knew him now she swears he's gone.

She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man.
She lies and says she still loves him. Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man. (x2)
Yeah.

She loved him, yeah. She don't want to leave this way.
She feeds him, yeah. That's why she'll be back again.
Can't find a better man. (can't find a better man) (x3)
Can't find a better man.
Ohh... ohh...
Uh huh... (x5)
Ohh...


12) Aye Davanita

Awooha... Aye davanita. Awooha... Awooha... (x4)
Jahooha... jahooha... (x29 total)
Awooha... Aye davanita. Awooha... Awooha... (x4)


13) Immortality
 
Vacate is the word.
Vengeance has no place he swears to her.
Cannot find the comfort in this world.
Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed - next up, volunteers..
Vulnerable. Wisdom can't adhere.

A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on
but there's a trapdoor in the sun.
Immortality.

As privileged as a whore.
Victims in demand for public show.
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door.
Holier than thou. How? Surrendered, executed, anyhow.
Scrawl dissolved. Cigar box on the floor.

A truant finds home, and I wish to hold on too, but saw the trapdoor in the sun.
Immortality.

Cannot stop the thought, of running in the dark.
Coming up a which way sign.
All good truants must decide.
Oh, stripped and sold mom.
An auctioned forearm 
whiskers in the sink.
Truants move on, cannot stay long.
Some die just to live...