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As your body floats down Third Street
With the burn-smell factory closing up Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize All the things you've known before It was not not not so great It was not not not so great And as you take a bath in that beaten path There's a pounding at the door Well It's a mighty zombie talking of some love and posterity He says "The good old days never say good-bye If you keep this in your mind: You need some lo-lo-loving arms You need some lo-lo-loving arms" And as you fall from grace the only words you say are Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head Ads up in the subway are the work of someone Trying to please their boss And though the guy's a pig we all know what he wants Is just to please somebody else If the pu-pu-puppet head Was only bu-bu-busted in It would be a better thing for everyone involved And we wouldn't have to cry Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head Memo to myself, do the dumb things I gotta do Touch the puppet head Quit my job down at the car wash Didn't have to write no-one a good-bye note That said, "The check's in the mail, and I'll see you in church, and don't you ever change" If the pu-pu-puppet head Was only bu-bu-busted in I'll see you after school Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside the puppet head Put your hand inside Put your hand inside Put your hand inside the puppet head |
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Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone You are an animal The words I'm singing now Mean nothing more than meow to an animal Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound D, world destruction Over and overture N, do I need Apostrophe T, need this torture? Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying, Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa D, world destruction Over and overture N, do I need Apostrophe T, need this torture? Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around I don't want to live in this world anymore I don't want to live in this world Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around |
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Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone You are an animal The words I'm singing now Mean nothing more than meow to an animal Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound D, world destruction Over and overture N, do I need Apostrophe T, need this torture? Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying, Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa D, world destruction Over and overture N, do I need Apostrophe T, need this torture? Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around I don't want to live in this world anymore I don't want to live in this world Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around |
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Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone You are an animal The words I'm singing now Mean nothing more than meow to an animal Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound D, world destruction Over and overture N, do I need Apostrophe T, need this torture? Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying, Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa D, world destruction Over and overture N, do I need Apostrophe T, need this torture? Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around I don't want to live in this world anymore I don't want to live in this world Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around |
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Lord, please don't take me away.
Rabid child stays at home, talks on a CB Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day "Hammer down" and "rabbit ears" are the only words they know Hammer down Hammer down, rabbit ears Hammer down, rabbit ears Hammer down, rabbit ears, hammer down If you pass the rabid child say "hammer down" for me The rabid child The rabid child The rabid child |
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| 1:59 |
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All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton Surrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice Some people call them snake-eyes, but to me they look like mice And nothing's smelling like a rose But I don't care if no one's coming up for air I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop And nothing's smelling like a rose But I don't care if no one's coming up for air I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore No, no, no, no Nothing's smelling like a rose But I don't care if no one's coming up for air I know that nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymore |
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She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls
If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a Hotel Detective My little Hotel Detective Yeah she's a Hotel Detective Why don't you check her out Well the bellhop is funky The dumbwaiter's a monkey If there's a knock at the door, boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a Hotel Detective My little Hotel Detective Yeah Hotel Detective Cone on and check her out She says she likes my face She says she owns the place Forget about it, 'cause she's a Hotel Detective My little Hotel Detective Come on her Hotel Detective Why don't you check her out Hotel Detective Come on and swing with me Hotel Detective From the top of a tree Hotel Detective And make me feel like a bee Hotel Detective That's where I want to know you |
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I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm But everyone was acting normal so I tried to look nonchalant. We both said, "I really love you," The Shriners loaned us cars We raced up and down the sidewalk twenty thousand million times Why did they send her over anyone else? How should I react? These things happen to other people They don't happen at all, in fact When you're following an angel Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building? Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead Calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things I heard they had a space program When they sing you can't hear, there's no air Sometimes I think I kind of like that and Other times I think I'm already there Gonna ask for my admission Gonna speak to the man in charge The secretary says he's on another line, Can I hold for a long, long time? I found out she's an angel I don't think she knows I know I'm worried that something might happen to me If anyone ever finds out Why, why did they send her over anyone else? How should I react? These things happen to other people They don't happen at all When you're following an angel Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building? Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead Calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things I heard they had a space program When they sing you can't hear, there's no air Sometimes I think I kind of like that and Other times I think I'm already there When you're following an angel Does it mean you have to throw your body off a building? Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead Calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things |
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Youth culture (youth culture)
Youth culture (youth culture) Youth culture (youth culture) Youth culture (youth culture) Youth culture killed my dog And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair) And his suicide can be justified By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs Never, never, never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball But the night lights and my dog's life aren't exactly one and the same Youth culture killed my dog And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair) And the judgment made in the city of hate Just broke his spirit so Bacharach and David used to write his favorite songs Never, never, never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball But the hip hop and the white funk just blew away my puppy's mind I don't understand what you did to my dog And I don't understand what you did to my dog I don't understand what you did to my dog I don't understand what you did to my dog Youth culture killed my dog (Youth culture killed my dog) And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair) And his suicide can be justified By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so Youth culture (youth culture) Youth culture (youth culture) Broke his spirit so (broke his spirit so) Broke his spirit so Youth culture (youth culture) (youth culture) Youth culture (youth culture) (youth culture) Broke his spirit so (broke his spirit so) Broke his spirit so |
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I was born in a lighthouse, my mother was the sea
I crawled to school each morning, when it occurred to me That life's just a mood ring we're not allowed to see And this is what it said to me My room is comfortably small With rubber lining the walls And there's someone always calling my name He calls when I'm alone And he calls when I'm not home And he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane Now listen all you swingers, don't you try to tag along I know monkey see, but monkey's dead, for you it would be wrong Put a dime in my jukebox, you'll only hear this song And it won't be fun for long Because my room is comfortably small With rubber lining the walls And there's someone always calling my name He calls when I'm alone And he calls when I'm not home And he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane Thank you Thank you My room is comfortably small With rubber lining the walls And there's someone always calling my name He calls when I'm alone And he calls when I'm not home And he calls when I'm stuck out in the rain I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane |
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Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry But we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround So I hope that I get old before I die It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope And I wonder why this hasn't happened, why why why And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt And I hope that I get old before I die Clear off the kitchen table, darling For on the kitchen table I must lie And I'm just tired for my wife served the banquet of my life And I hope that I get old before I die It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope And I wonder why this hasn't happened, why why why And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt And I hope that I get old before I die It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope And I wonder why this hasn't happened, why why why And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt And I hope that I get old before I die |
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This song is dedicated to all you modern-day troubadours out there
And I think I know who you are I got to get a job Got to get some pay My son's gotta go to art school He's leaving in three days And the TV's in Esperanto* You know that that's a bitch But alienation's for the rich And I'm feeling poorer every day Hey hey hey Well I ain't feeling happy About the state of things in my life But I'm working to make it better With a six of Miller High Life Just drinking and a-driving Making sure my dues get paid Because alienation's for the rich And I'm feeling poorer every day Hey hey hey Well I ain't feeling happy About the state of things in my life But I'm working to make it better With a six of Miller High Life Just drinking and a-driving Making sure my dues get paid Because alienation's for the rich And I'm feeling poorer every day Hey hey hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey |
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In a world we call our home there's lots of room to roam
Plenty of time to turn mistakes into rhyme There's a place for those who love their poetry It's just across from the sign that says, "Pros only" So if you like a band with a chick singer, Say your cup of tea is a wall of trombones If you dig Menudo, or M-D-C we salute you the way we know For every one with dollar signs in his eyes There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of Rhythm section want ad No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad I'll tell you why Hats off to the new age hairstyle made of bones Hats off to the use of hats as megaphones Speak softly, drive a Sherman tank Laugh hard, it's a long way to the bank Do you sing like Olive Oyl on purpose You guys must be into the Eurythmics For every one with dollar signs in his eyes There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of Rhythm section want ad No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad And here's the reason why Hats off to the new age hairstyle made of bones Hats off to the use of hats as megaphones Speak softly, drive a Sherman tank Laugh hard, it's a long way to the bank Do you sing like Olive Oyl on purpose You guys must be into the Eurythmics For every one with dollar signs in his eyes There must be hundreds who look at you as if you're some kind of Rhythm section want ad No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad And here's the reason why Rhythm section want ad No others need apply to the rhythm section want ad And here's the reason why Why Why |
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There's a knock at the door that I adore
There's a face at the window, a smiling yellow face There's a knock at the door And if I were at home they'd find me there There's a note on the door that I would see And the furniture's barely been moved from where it was There's a note on the door And the note would say when it rains it snows When it rains it snows, I wonder why And now I know that when it rains it snows There's a nut with a shotgun bang bang bang There's a doctor, a waitress, a fireman with a hat There's a nut with a gun There's enough so they'll never know which one When it rains it snows, I wonder why And now I know that when it rains it snows |
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The famous person wears the same size water skis as me
She's got three cars, as many years I've lived in this city Her hair is blond and mine is brown, they both start with a B But when the phone inside her rib cage rings, it's not for me But when the phone inside her rib cage rings, it's not for me |
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I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye Now I laugh and make a fortune Off the same ones that I tortured And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" |
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| 2:21 |
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The mirror on the wall
Won't talk to me at all Now that I have everything The place inside the frame Just doesn't look the same Now that I have everything I wasn't always so fortunate But I knew what I had to do To be well-to-do And it had to do With the things I had to do And I don't want anything I don't want anything Now that I have everything I can't tell things apart I don't know where they start Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday Put down that surfboard, no, please don't say All the things I think I know that you're about to say "Everything is everything," is what you're just about to say There was a program, sort of an inquiry Into what would be Just the thing for me If it came to be I would have to wait and see And I don't want anything I don't want anything Now that I have everything I can't tell things apart I don't know where they start Now that I have everything And the mirror on the wall Won't talk to me at all Now that I have everything The place inside the frame Just doesn't look the same Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday (Babool Babool) Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday (Babool Babool) Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday (Babool Babool) Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday (Babool Babool) Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday (Babool Babool) Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday (Babool Babool) Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday (Babool Babool) Now there's everything don't remind me of yesterday (Babool Babool) Babool Babool |
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Fake out
Fake in Fake it to me What is fake? Fake T.V. Land of a thousand fake outs Fake worse than death In Buenos Aires In Buenos Aires Fake out Fake in Faker's delight Fake your claim Fake around the clock Winner fake all Three fakes, you're out In Buenos Aires In Buenos Aires |
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Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry But we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround So I hope that I get old before I die It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope And I wonder why this hasn't happened, why why why And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt And I hope that I get old before I die Clear off the kitchen table, darling For on the kitchen table I must lie And I'm just tired for my wife served the banquet of my life And I hope that I get old before I die It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope And I wonder why this hasn't happened, why why why And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt And I hope that I get old before I die It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope And I wonder why this hasn't happened, why why why And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt And I hope that I get old before I die |
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Don't don't don't let's start
This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around When you are alone you are the cat, you are the phone You are an animal The words I'm singing now Mean nothing more than meow to an animal Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account But don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound D, world destruction Over and overture N, do I need Apostrophe T, need this torture? Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful They want what they're not and I wish they would stop saying, Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa Deputy dog dog a ding dang depadepa D, world destruction Over and overture N, do I need Apostrophe T, need this torture? Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around I don't want to live in this world anymore I don't want to live in this world Don't don't don't let's start This is the worst part Could believe for all the world That you're my precious little girl But don't don't don't let's start I've got a weak heart And I don't get around how you get around |
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I'm going down to Cowtown
The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea The yellow Roosevelt Avenue leaf overturned The ardor of arboreality is an adventure we have spurned, we've spurned A new leaf overturned It's a new leaf overturned And so I'm going down to Cowtown The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea We yearn to swim for home, but our only home is bone How sleepless is the egg knowing that which throws the stone Foresees the bone, the bone Our only home is bone Our only home is bone And so I'm going down to Cowtown The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea Yes I'm going down to Cowtown The cow's a friend to me Lives beneath the ocean and that's where I will be Beneath the waves, the waves And that's where I will be I'm gonna see the cow beneath the sea Yes I'm gonna see (I'm gonna see) The cow (the cow) Beneath the sea |
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Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song I know I must investigate I hope that I can sing along There's no time for metaphors cried the little pill to me He said, "Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile"* Well, I knew that pill was lying Too gregarious, too nice But as he walked I had to sing this twice Lie still, little bottle Don't twist, it ain't twistin' time With every move you make you just disintegrate my ever-troubled mind Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song I know I must investigate I hope that I can sing along Lie still, little bottle Lie still Lie still, little bottle Lie still Lie still Lie still |
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I remember the year I went to camp
I heard about some lady named Selma and some blacks Somebody put their fingers in the President's ears It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of Cuba Now that's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else Way down inside me I can feel it coming back Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down (Purple toupee when summer brings you down) Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around (Purple toupee and gold lame) Chinese people were fighting in the park We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that Martin X was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms Ten years later they were sharing the same cell I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67" Till they stepped on my hair, and they told me I was fat Now I'm very big, I'm a big important man And the only thing that's different is underneath my hat Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down (Purple toupee when summer brings you down) Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around (Purple toupee and gold lame) Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away The purple brigade is marching from the grave We're on some kind of mission We have an obligation We have to wear toupees |
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Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearing your confused expression Where your eyes don't go Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of Should you worry when the skull head is in front of you Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go? Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do When you turn around to look it's gone behind you On its face it's wearing your confused expression Where your eyes don't go |
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Piece of dirt, that is all I'm standing on today
Piece of dirt, the whole world has slipped away I would climb the highest mountain just to jump into a fountain Or to fly, I'd fly away A woman's voice on the radio can convince you you're in love A woman's voice on the telephone can convince you you're alone But I set my sails so long ago they've revoked my sailor's badge Said I should be content and happy on this ink spot where I stand Piece of dirt, that is all I'm standing on today Piece of dirt, the whole world has slipped away I find myself haunted by a spooky man named me I wish that I could jump out of my skin |
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Once a boy named Mister Me bemoaned a great regret
I've floundered in the misty sea, but can't abide its mystery I wound up sad, you bet So onward go and Edward Ho into the bounding main Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea Or end up sad like Mister Me He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad So take the hand of Mister Me and mister, make him glad To swim the Mister Misty Sea and cease the Mister Mystery That mister, made him sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad He ended up sad He ended up sad He ended up really, really, really sad |
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The possible dream
Finale of seem The moment that some call eternal that some call insane Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead The pageant is named the pencil rain The infantry stands And holds out its hands The marshal's binoculars focus and skyward they train They're searching the yonder blue They look out for number two The heraldry of the pencil rain And now hear the roar that none can ignore The thunderous clatter of splintering wood and lives that are claimed And none who have witnessed all Can think of a nobler cause than perishing in the pencil rain The pencil rain The pencil rain The pencil rain |
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I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night
Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight I can see your secrets No need to confess Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address Life's parade of fashion just leaves me depressed Under every garment I can see the world's address Call the men of science and let them hear this song Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address Call the men of science and let them hear this song Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll say it one more time for those who may not have already guessed The world's address ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LINNELL, JOHN / FLANSBURGH, JOHN <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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Get out of the car
Put down the phone Take off that stupid looking hat you wear I'm going to die if you touch me one more time Well I guess that I'm going to die no matter what Love people are there The smell of love is everywhere You think it's always sensitive and good You think that I want to be understood I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse Beat up the cat if you need someone else on the mat I put a rock in the coffee in your coffee mug Which one of us is the one that we can't trust? You say that I think it's you but I don't agree with that Love people are there The smell of love is everywhere You think it's always sensitive and good You think that I want to be understood I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse even when we get along I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse Love people are there The smell of love is everywhere Why can't you be sensitive and good Why don't you want to be understood I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse I've got a match Your embrace and my collapse |
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Once a year my friend puts on a red suit
And hangs around with me and my wife Now I can't help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee And she stands beneath the mistletoe screaming For him to stand beneath the mistletoe screaming Now I can't help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee Why must she climb on his knee? I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard She kissed him once and whispered in his ear I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard I wish he would go He's breaking up my home She always had this twisted side to her But she'd never drag my name around town But lately she's been humming cheating songs And I don't like that fat guy around No, I don't like that fat guy around I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard She kissed him once and whispered in his ear I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard I wish he would go He's breaking up my home I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard Thrilling Christmas, trembling fear I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard I wish he would go He's breaking up my home |
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You'll always miss my big old body
In its prime and never shoddy, While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby you'll eulogize my big old body You'll miss me with effigies Lighting up your house like Xmas trees As tears roll down below your knees You'll miss me with effigies Go find a man to fit my shoes Left one's old and the right one's new And I bought the right one just for you Go find a man to fit my shoes You'll see my teeth in the stars above Every tree a finger of my glove And every time push comes to shove You'll see my teeth in the stars above Your money talks but my genius walks Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork As detectives trace my hands with chalk Your money talks but my genius walks You'll miss me so You will miss me It must be raining because a man ain't supposed to cry But I look up and I don't see a cloud |
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Love sees love's happiness
But happiness can't see that love is sad That love is sad Sadness is hanging there To show love somewhere something needs a change They need a change They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To take the house he built for her apart To make it break it's gonna take a metal ball hung from a chain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To pick the broken ruins up again To mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain Lad's gal is all he has Gal's gladness hangs upon the love of lad The love of lad Some things gal says to lad aren't meant as bad But cause a little pain They cause him pain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To take the house he built for her apart To make it break it's gonna take a metal ball hung from a chain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To pick the broken ruins up again To mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain Don't call me at work again no no the boss still hates me I'm just tired and I don't love you anymore And there's a restaurant we should check out where The other nightmare people like to go I mean nice people, baby wait, I didn't mean to say nightmare Lad looks at other gals Gal thinks Jim Beam is handsomer than lad He isn't bad Call off the wedding band Nobody wants to hear that one again Play that again They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To take the house he built for her apart To make it break it's gonna take a metal ball hung from a chain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane To pick the broken ruins up again To mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane They'll need a crane |
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Avalanche or roadblock
I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke, and food's going hungry If it wasn't for disappointment I wouldn't have any appointments Side effect or drug trip Don't tease me with all of your might Side effect or drug trip My panacea's in a Xerox shop Have a nice day, you want it when? Have a nice day, have a nice day I didn't expect to find a salesman drinking coffee this late in the morning. How long you been here, Joe? Oh, I don't know, I guess thirty, forty-five minutes maybe. Why do you ask? You must be making a lot of sales, piling up good income. Oh, uh, I'm doing all right. I could do better, but Oh haha I get it Paul. Back on that old "Time is Money" kick, right? Not back on it, Joe, still on it. Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money I owe, money-iy-ay Money I owe, money-iy-ay Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Okay, okay Okay, okay, okay let's Okay, okay Okay, okay, okay let's Okay, okay Okay, okay, okay let's Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke, and food's going hungry If it wasn't for disappointment I wouldn't have any appointments Did I affect your drug trip Don't tease me with all of your might Did I affect your drug trip You threw my wallet in the wishing well Have a nice day, you want it when? Have a nice day, have a nice day I didn't expect to find a salesman drinking coffee this late in the morning. How long you been here, Joe? Oh, I don't know, I guess thirty, forty-five minutes maybe. Why do you ask? You must be making a lot of sales, piling up good income. Oh, uh, I'm doing all right. I could do better, but Oh haha I get it Paul. Back on that old "Time is Money" kick, right? Not back on it, Joe, still on it. Avalanche or roadblock I was a snowball in hell Avalanche or roadblock A jailer trapped in his cell Money's all broke, and food's going hungry If it wasn't for disappointment I wouldn't have any appointments Avalanche or roadblock Yes, I was a snowball in hell I was a snowball in hell Not back on it, Joe, still on it. Not back on it, Joe, still on it. Not back on it, Joe, still on it. |
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I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye Now I laugh and make a fortune Off the same ones that I tortured And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" I look like Jesus, so they say But Mr. Jesus is very far away Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true That you love me and I love me I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God" |
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Well the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent When this grey world crumbles like a cake I'll be hanging from the hope That I'll never see that recipe again As I walk, I think about a new way to walk As I think, I'm using up the time left to think And this train keep rolling off the track Trying to act like something else Trying to go where it's been uninvited It's not my birthday It's not today It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me? When the word comes down, "Never more will be around" Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear And I'm not the only dust my mother raised So, I'm rattling the bars around this drink tank Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely But there'd be no percentage, and there'd be no proof And the sound upon the roof is only water And the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent When this grey world crumbles like a cake I'll be hanging from the hope That I'll never see that recipe again It's not my birthday It's not today It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me? When the word comes down, "Never more will be around" Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear And I'm not the only dust my mother raised I am not the only dust my mother raised |
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I'll sink Manhattan
Right under the sea I'll find the sweetest spot to watch As it goes away You were so happy With the things that you said Like, "He's my lower half," you laughed But you're going to cry A river of tiny tears flow from your crocodile eyes Too late to apologize, I say, as flood waters rise I'll sink Manhattan I'll sacrifice friends I think they'd understand my plan I'll never be sure I've got a message So before I get through I'll find your answering machine And I'll sink it first Burn your forget-me-nots Admit that true love can die No, I won't apologize, my love, just kiss me goodbye |
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Fell in the door
And you fell on the floor With your hand on the knob Looking up and abruptly Forget what you're thinking Fire alarms go off in your head You live In the nightgown of the sullen moon How the windows lean into the room In the nightgown of the sullen moon Drug trip, it's not a drug trip so you feel a bit insulted Space walk, it's like a space walk with the corresponding weight loss And you're nothing but air, with your hand in the air And your shoelaces tied up together with care There's a feeling of boredom Of the big whoredom Following dressing up In the nightgown of the sullen moon How the windows lean into the room In the nightgown of the sullen moon In the nightgown of the sullen moon How the windows lean into the room In the nightgown of the sullen moon Your head is on the moon It's not necessary to breathe Forever is a long time Your head is on the moon It's not necessary to breathe Forever is a long time Your head is on the moon Your head is on the moon |
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I know you deceived me, couldn't sleep last night
Now my tear stains on the wall reflect an ugly sight I can see your secrets No need to confess Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address Life's parade of fashion just leaves me depressed Under every garment I can see the world's address Call the men of science and let them hear this song Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address Call the men of science and let them hear this song Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed The world's address A place that's worn A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess I'll say it one more time for those who may not have already guessed The world's address |
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I never went to the tropical island
Though everybody said they saw me there And it wasn't me you punched a hole in At the West German protest march Simultaneous events don't happen We are isolated temporally And a part is never called the whole thing Though it bothers us to know it's so Every man is made of two opinions Every woman has a second half And it's samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man (samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man) Yes, it's samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man (samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man) I didn't write the words you hear me singing (didn't write the words you hear me singing) I didn't sing the line before this one (didn't sing the line before this one) You are not the one I was addressing (you are not the one I was addressing) That person took a train to Africa (Africa) Where he met the consulate from Belgium Who is now a Buddhist in a cave Who is pitching for the Oakland Raiders Striking out the batter she became Every man is made of two opinions Every woman has a second half And it's samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man (samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man) Yes, it's samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man (samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man) Yes, it's samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man (samba time for Tambo and Weep Day for Urine Man) Weep Day for Urine Man (Weep Day for Urine Man) Weep Day for Urine Man (Weep Day for Urine Man) Weep Day for Urine Man (Weep Day for Urine Man) Weep Day Weep Day Weep Day Weep Day Weep Day Weep Day Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) Weep (Weep) |
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Come on baby turn that frown upside down
Tell me why you ain't been around What is it brings you down? We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work) We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work) We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work) We work the hardest to be the smartest (we work) And the big big whoredom scared me No, no, baby I ain't convinced it ain't so bad as you paint it There's plenty more heads of hair for us out there We'll strike it rich, a monster switch (monster) We'll strike it rich, a monster switch (monster) We'll strike it rich, a monster switch (monster) We'll strike it rich, a monster switch (monster) But the big big whoredom scares me (no no it doesn't do that) The big big whoredom scares me (no no don't be sad) The big big whoredom scares me (please please stop it) The big big whoredom scares me (don't don't) The big big whoredom scares me (please) The big big whoredom scares me (no) The big big whoredom scares me The big big whoredom scares me The big big whoredom scares me |
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