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w00t! The Foo! More coming as per usual.
Generator
Lately I'm getting better
Wish I could stay sick with you
But there's too many egos left to bruise
Call it sin, you can
call it whatever,
Eating deep inside of you
Well if it were me it's all I'd ever do
Steal me now and forever
I'll steal something good for you
The criminal in me is no one new
Till you find something
better
When there's nothing left to use
And everything starts going down on you
I'm the Generator,
firing whenever you quit
Yeah whatever it is, you go out and it's on
Yeah can't you hear my motored heart
You're the one that started it
Send me out on a tether
Swing it round I'll spin your noose
You let it down
I'll hang around with you, till you find someone better
When there's no one left to use, and everyone keeps going down
(back
to top)
Next Year
I'm in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the wide world riot and hiding out
I'll be coming home next year
Into
the sun we climb
Climbing our wings will burn white
Everyone strapped in tight
We'll ride it out
I'll be coming home next year
Come
on get on get on
Take it till life runs out
No one can find us now
Living with our heads underground
Into
the night we shine
Lighting the way we glide by
Catch me if I get too high
If I come down
I'll be coming home next year
I'm
in the sky tonight
There I can keep by your side
Watching the whole world wind around and round
I'll be coming home next year
Come
on get on get on
Take it till life runs out
No one can find us now
Living with our heads underground
I'll
be coming home next year
I'll be coming home next year
Everything's alright up here
If I come down
I'll be coming home next year
Say
good - bye now
Say good - bye now
Say good - bye now
Say good - bye now
I'll
be coming home next year
I'll be coming home next year
Everything's alright up here
If I come down
I'll
be coming home next year (x10)
(back
to top)
Stacked Actors
Oh mirror mirror, you're coming in clear
I'm finally somewhere in between
I'm impressed, what a beautiful chest
I never meant to make a big scene
Will
you resign to the latest design
You look so messy when you dress up in dreams
One more for hire, a wonderful liar
I think it's time we all should come clean
Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters
Line up the bastards all I want is the truth
Hey, hey now, can you fake it,
Can you make it look like we want
Hey hey now, can you take it
And we cry when they all die blonde
God bless, what a sensitive mess
Yeah, but things aren't always what they seem
Your teary eyes, your famous disguise
Never knowing who to believe
See through, yeah but what do you do
When you're just another aging drag queen