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1.- Land of Sunshine: You have a winning way, so keep it, your future You are an angel heading for a land of sunshine And fortune is smilling upon you. Prepare for a series of comfortable miracles from fasting to feasting And life to you is a dashing, bold adventure. So sing, and rejoice. And look for the dream that keeps coming back, your future Pat yourself on the back and give yourself a handshake Cuz everithing is not yet lost.... Does life seem worthwile to you? HERE�S HOW TO ORDER! YES, mhm... Now for next question: Does emotional music, have quite an effect on you? Do you feel sometimes that age is against you? Sing, and rejoice. Yes, that interesting but tell me, do you often seen a whiskle just for fun. I-I can help, I can help you, I can help you help youself! Does life seem worthwhile to you? HERE�S HOW TO ORDER! Varicose, Comatose, Senile. 2.- Caffeine: Pour shame all over us , harder into a crust --------cement-------- Forget the glamour and, mumble a jackhammer --------under your breath-------- Hide your face in the curtains Better unsaid, so close And it rolls of the tongue, ALMOST. The world expects the pose, perfectly natural ---------lossen up--------- Smearing wet concrete, and swearing you�ll never be ---------caught--------- At your weakeast, etched in stone And we�re frozen here, peaking ALMOST, sweet talk, CAFFEINE. Make Contact, up to my neck, I confess in Quicksand. "But it�s so easy for you" " There�s always one thing" " Do you have something to tell me?" "Say something", "Anything" I�m warning you, I�m warning you, I�m fucking you, I�m warning you "Relax", "It�s just a phase" "You�ll grow out of it" Believe anything, anyone ever tells you It�s not funny anymore... It�s the thing you hate the most.... The thing you hate tthe most... the thing you hate ALMOST. 3.- Midlife Crisis: Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet A little discipline For my pet genius My head is like lettuce Go on dig your thumbs in I cannot stop giving I�m thirtysomething. Sense of security Like pockets jingling Midlife Crisis Suck ingenuity Down trough the family tree... You�re perfect, yes, it�s true But without me you are only you (you are only...) Your menstruating heart It ain�t bleedin� enough for two. It�s a Midlife Crisis. What an inheritance the salt and the kleenex Morbid self attention Bending my pinky back. A litle discipline A donor by habit A little discipline Rent an opinion. Sense of security Holding blunt instrument Midlife Crisis I�m a perfectionist And perfect is a skinned knee. It�s a Midlife.............. Crisis..... 4.- RV: Backside melts into the sofa My world, my TV, and my food Besides listening to my gurgle, Ain�t much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot MHM OH AH SHEET OH Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah -- I married a scarecrow. I hate you Talkin� to myself Everybody�s starin� at me I�m only bleeding. Someone taps me on the shoulder every five minutes Nobody speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me if I was getting stupider? I hate you Talkin� to myself You don�t feel it after awhile You take the beating. I�m a swingin� guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing ------ Toss me inside a hefty And put me in the ground. A drink needs me -I don�t- I ain�t about to guzzle no tears So kiss my ass Newscasters, cockroachs, and deserts. Where are the kids?------ oh I don�t know Maybe pregnant or on drugs or on welf Are on top of the world, On the honor roll on paroleon the Dodgers on the back of milk cartoon Son takes in the middle of cornfield Son covers of future history books on old lady�s mantles walkin� on water nailedon crosses I think it�s time I had a talk wih my kids I�ll juss tell�em what my daddy told me: You ain�t never gonna amount to nothin�. 5.- Smaller and Smaller: Drought makes the worker dreams Muscles and fields of green Shovel the last few crumbs of generosity Open heart, open mind, open mouth, open vein Drain, Someday the rains will come My blistered hands tell me Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. Bite, Bite, Bite, Cry....... Smaller and Smaller and smaller I�ll keep coming back, smaller and smaller and smaller Squash me, smaller and smaller and smaller Under the charity, smaller and smaller and smaler Under the topsoil, smaller and smaller and smaller Under the tingernail, smaller and smaller and smaller Then small becomes all becomes all........ Bite, Bite, Bite, Cry. It's not a mirage It's not a mirage Trickling downward, trickling downward It's not a mirage Drain, Drain. Bite, Bite, Bite, Cry. Shovel the last few crumbs of generosity. Smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller......... 6.- Everiything�s Ruined: (So hapy.....) Things worked out better than we had planed Capital from boy, woman and man We were like ink and paper Numbers on a calculator Knew arithmetic so well Working overtime. Completed what was assigned We had to multiply ourselves. A bouncing little baby A shiny copper penny. And he spent himself Would not listen to us But when he lost his appetite He lost his weight in friends. Baby became a fat nickel so fast Then came puberty......Exponentially Soon our boy became a million. People loved him so And help him to grow Everyone knew the thing that was best Of course, he must invest. A penny won�t do. But he made us proud He made us rich But how were we to know he�s counterfeit. Now everithing�s ruined. 7.- Malpractice: The crowd roars It�s deep and so unhealthy Ther rest you know I�ll feel the hands that feet me. Cold hands. Your hands Cover my mouth While I�m staring into bright lights. Applause. The crowd roars The rest you know Ten lovers violating. Cured, discharged Reach back inside. Knucle white Ruffle white. The crowded roars They ruined and repaired me The rest you know The hands removed the bad thing Miracle. 8.- Kindergarten: Return to my own vomit like a dog Rhymes and giggles muffle the dialogue Carve my inttials in a tree, I will never leave Maybe one day I�ll be royalty. Kingdom, kindergarten. Born late, will I graduate? Drinking fountains are shorter than they used to be The swings on the playground don�t even fit me anymore Folklore: Nobody�s supposed to believe in the next grade Write it a hundred times. Kingdom, kindergarten. Waiting Bells not ringing. Everithings got quit suddenly; no dolby And the theatre is empty Film is flapping on the side of the protector The rell is over Banished with my sticky shoes and stinging eyes I�m walking outside. Kingdom, kindergarten. Born late, will I graduate? 9.- Be Aggressive: I started this It�s all for me, what yours is mine and mine is mine,that�s plain to see So give it up I�ve got to have. I swallow, I swallow, I swallow, I swallow. Be aggressive, B-e aggressive B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e What someone else (someone else) Would leave behind,and spit it out, let go to waste, I claim as mine You�re my flavor (my flavor) of the week. ......I swallow.......I swallow..... ......Aggressive, Aggressive, Aggressive.... Tall and reckless Ugly seed, reach down my throat, you filthy bird, that�s all I need This empty pit, I�ve got to feed, To prove I�m fit, A helthy man, I�ve got to be Malnutrition, my submision, you are the master, and I take it on my knees Ejaculation, tribulation I swallow, I swallow, I swallow, I swallow Be aggressive. B-e aggressive B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Go, Fight, Win. 10.- A Small Victory: A hierarchy Spread out on the night stand The spirit of team Salvation is another chance. A sore loser Yelling with my mouth shut. A cracking portrait The fondling of trophies The null of losing Can you afford that luxury?. A sore winner But I�ll just keep my mouth shut. It shouldn�t bother me But it does. The small victories The cankers and medallions Tee let on my flames They keep me thinking that someday. I might beat you But I�ll just keep my mouth shut. . It shouldn�t bother me But it does. If I speak at one constant volume, at one constant pitch, At one constant rhythm, right into your ear, you still won�t hear. You still won�t hear. You still won�t hear.... (You still won�t hear...) 11.- Crack Hitler: ...Nine, sweit, eight, eleven, zero, two...... Sink the eight ball Buy the lady a drink And nobody knows my name Bodies float up From the bottom of the river Like bubbles in fine champagne. He�s the one, no doubt Walking on a tightrope He�s the one, no doubt. Got a gash on my head And a grin on my face And a shadow called danger Hidin� in the sheets And on the streets In the heart of every stranger. Here he comes, look out We�re dependin� on you Here he comes, look out. Sweat on the brow And a tap on the phone And lives are on the line Pick up the briefcase On a high speed chase Breathin� by the roll of the dice. Reachin� up to the top Teach the world a lesson Reachin� up to the top. "In regards to My usage of the drug..... It modified my personality to the extent that I was Highly irritable." "I was like a crack hitler" Keep up the fight And in the wink of an eye Never give up Ooh....ahh.... Look out. 12.- Jizzlobber: They will sum it all up in a sentence A verdict made by those who know I'm ready to make a commitment I'm willing to make love to concrete Smiles, bruises, smiles, bruises Bars in the womb I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch My time Is spilt milk. My skin is a layer of soot I�m spending my days scrubbing I�m trying so hard to act like nothing happened (No one left to blame) I�m trying so hard to find that fresh, clean smell (No one left to blame). Smiles, bruises, smiles, bruises Bars in the womb I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress and they are making me itch My time Is spilt milk. Cruel words sleep above me Mounting and teasing I am what I�ve done I am what I�ve done I�m sorry I�m sorry I�m sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry 13.. Midnight Cowboy: (Instrumental). 14.- Easy: . Know it sounds funny but I just can't stand the pain Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow Sems to me girl you know I've done all I can You see I begged, stole and I borrowed Yeah, uhuuuu ! ! ! That's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning That's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning I wanna be high So high I wanna be free to know the things I do are right I wanna be free Just me, Oh baby ........ uh ! ! That's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning That's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning
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