Services (for the soon to be departed)

These lyrics are graciously provided by Steve Lutz [[email protected]].
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HARK, AN OPEN CHANNEL

Hopped up on 'ludes
Get down in your favorite seat
The channel's coming on, it's goin' on
Until the channel is no more
Roll the window down
Take in the sweet concrete
The goin' rate of comfort is a mild irresponsible

It ain't no drug
Ain't much of anything
A slack coalition built to feed the establishment

Caffeine free brass rings
Scale models of DC
Delivered daily to keep dear hearts on warning
(da dum, da dum)

So give away what can be sold
The light is always on, the coffee's never cold
You don't need to eat when you shovel in pure filler

The diner of the stars will ever feed you
That carrot in your mouth's the real killer
Yes, the vegetable peeler

In Central Park and on Manhattan Beach
Pickin' out the children for a taste test,
Which Coke tastes the best?
Product is love, producing deeper sleep
Waking up was hell, we can make it well,
You know, like a pillow

Of kukul khan, kukul khan, could you
Really float me?
Kukul khan, kukul khan, could you
Really float me?

THE ENERGY CHANNEL (TAYT VARIATION)

You will land where you're thrown
Middle of the road
In the cotton-pickin' field
And you drive for a site brightly advertised

We tell you what you are needing
And you believe it's what you need

Land where you're thrown
Middle of the road
Pickin' cotton in a field
The phone number finder's a constant reminder

We sell you what you are needing
You believe it's what you need
Believe you will believe me, you will
Our work is found
In a million plus examples downtown

There's a new generation of spacemen
Payin' off their credit cards with pipe bombs
And the children who'll die in those cars that you drive
Wearin' hats they were only borrowin'
And the crowd said the crash was stunning

We will land where you're thrown
Middle of the road
In the cotton-pickin' field
A straight bell curve, thinning of the herd

We tell you what you are needing
And you believe it's what you need
Believe you will believe me, you will

Land where you're thrown, mobile home
Cutting cane sugar in a field
Your phone number finder's a constant reminder

We sell you what you are needing
You believe it's what you need
Believe you will believe me when
Our work is found
In a million plus examples downtown

There's a new generation of spacemen
Payin' off their credit cards with pipe bombs
And the children who'll die in those cars that you drive
Wearin' hats they were only borrowin'
And the crowd said the crash was stunning

Bell curve, thinning of the herd
And the crowd said the crash was stunning

Bell curve, thinning of the herd
Bell curve, thinning of the herd
Bell curve, thinning of the herd

THE FIRST HALF SECOND

Born Tayt Fairchild of two roulette wheelers
Whom the lord diddeth ask for twins
The lord diddeth ponder and sent Fairchild yonder
To the arms of the wheelers

Oh welcome our new guest and host Tayt Fairchild
You're paid in full, feel free to be yourself
They told me philanthropy was dead now
Brother have a dime, let me keep you down
Brother man, philanthropy is dead...
Like it was ever there

Made the illness to bring out the healers
Rockefellers to save the Shah
Oh Iran grew irate, took their sons in his place
In the embassy of outlaws

Oh welcome our new guest and host Tayt Fairchild
You're paid in full, feel free to be yourself
They told me philanthropy was dead now
Brother have a dime, let me keep you down
Brother man, philanthropy is dead
Brother man

Still welcome out new guest and host Tayt Fairchild
May there be enough for everybody else
They told me philanthropy was dead now
Brother have a dime, let me keep you down
Philanthropy is dead
Brother will you take the dime instead?

Grow Tayt Fairchild to suma cum wheeler
May you know as above, so below
So when there's revealing, and all else is freaking
Each breath it comes and goes

Oh welcome our new guest and host Tayt Fairchild
You're paid in full, feel free to be yourself
They told me philanthropy was dead now
Brother have a dime, let me keep you down
Philanthropy is dead
Brother man

Still welcome our new guest and host Tayt Fairchild
May there be enough for everybody else
They told me philanthropy was dead now
Brother have a dime, let me keep you down
Philanthropy is dead
Brother won't you take the dime instead

POOKAH

On acid, are you on acid?
On acid, man you're on acid.

Fall down shakin' doin' the hooky cocky
With your eyes rolled back in a pool of Old Milwaukee
And it felt like shit, getting on the strychnine grit
'Til you haven't got any back teeth

THE GRAVITY FREE ATMOSPHERE OF MSA

Day one of medicine and the sun
Letter, note to Adam, rotation
Drop by, check out what the small child hath done
A large starry picture for the wall

Dawn rolled into sweet spots behind my eye
Ostrich feather weighed out by the blind
Dawn rolled in two sweet spots behind my eye
A large starry picture in the wall

Can it be? (No, it can't be)
No soul cough left in him
The sweet sitar riff left his lips
Knowing sitar riffs will always get you close
Oh, the sitar riffs always get you close

Feels too good to be true,
They've done unto you.

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