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Robot Clowns
03:54
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I know you don't believe me
But the thoughts they never leave me
Push them down down down
To the bottom of my sea
(An incubus in grease paint)
And there they lay until this very day
Yes they've held their breath
But now their violet eyes
Slowly break the surface
Why did I try, why did I try
To watch that movie again?
Why did I think that I was immune
A little more now than then?
Cause now their rusted fingernails
Are scratching at my door
The robot clowns are coming soon
To sip lemonade in the afternoon
But their faces change at the cusp of night
To maniacal smiles and a mechanical bite.
Just because you don't perceive it
Doesn't mean that it's not really happening
It's a painful thing when your antenna's
High above the clouds
Turn out the light, turn off the phone
Turn off my mind , leave me alone
But now the robot clowns are scratching
At my bedroom door.
You see, what you have Mr. Larrabee is
A garden variety psychosis
It can be treated with some therapy
And perhaps some prescription medication.
Everyone's got something.
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2. |
American Demon
03:17
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There’s a hole in the sky where the sun used to shine
On the face of an American Demon
Silent and deep, no one dare sleep
They pick at your bones while you’re dreamin’
American Demon, I call you out
American Demon, I call you out
Hey now, hey now, pay attention when they say
“I want your freedom, but not for long”
Keep a piece in your pocket just in case they’re wrong
No true remorse for humans course through the heart of an American Demon
Blood is wine and violence fine
As long as they don’t partake in the bleedin’
American Demon, I call you out
American Demon, I call you out
Hey now, hey now, pay attention when they say
“I want your freedom, but not for long”
Keep a piece in your pocket just in case they’re wrong
Insanity resides behind the smile of an American Demon
Foolishly led by a voice in his head
To fix the world to his vision
Call ‘em out, call it right
Grab a rope, cinch it tight
Absolve our sins tonight
Beneath the orange blossom of the city light.
Hey now, hey now
Gotta keep yourself afloat
At least until they bring the war home
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3. |
I Know What I Know
03:09
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Cruise along, smile, a song in my head
Cruise a while, song, a smile on my face
And then I suddenly think all the things i think
They don't stand up to reason
2000 years, we only know what we know , it's probably wrong
2000 years, I only know what I know and I know it's probably wrong
Who's to say down is up and up is down
When the devils help you out and the angels drag you down
History's heros are blood thirsty murderous legions
After 2000 years, we only know what we know , it's probably wrong
After 2000 years, I only know what I know and I know it's probably wrong
Boys are bred of stones and snails
Over reach and epic fails, it's true
Girls are spun of sugar, spice
Misdirected sacrifice for you
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4. |
Nobody's Waiting
03:59
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Nobody's waiting for you to come home
Slow your gait and fall behind just to be alone
It's my mistake
Nobody's waiting for you to come home
We've all moved in spite of you
Become surprisingly strong
And when that day comes and the world explodes
And fire fills the sky
Then I'll believe you, I'll believe you
And give you what you want
It's my mistake
Nobody's waiting
In field or on throne
To change the way things have been
Carved in stone
Nobody's waiting
For you to come home
Slow your gait and fall behind
Just to be alone
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5. |
Cannonball
03:10
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I know you're somewhere else tonight
You turn to me and lie, tell me everything's alright
But I know he ripped right through you like a
Cannonball, left a hole too big to ignore
No matter how you try.
But you try
You spend your days, coffee and wasted time
And no one knows or sees all these little crimes
But you
After all, you turned your heart into a
Cannonball, colder harder than it was before
The day that I met you
I've got your number dear
And I plan on playing it
Oh look, cause you've come so far
Paper dolls, colored walls
To this beautiful thing you are
After all, this world is just a spinning cannonball
Cold and lonely in a black hole
Until you lift your head and try, and you try.
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6. |
If I Ever
03:16
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Don't know if I ever been here before
When the drinks are poured too often
And your soul has been forgotten
Don't you need some time to work it out
Tales of the lost and found, in a dry white season
Like a banished dead man at the crossroads
Appointment with death
And she's sipping bordeaux
Didn't you know
These feelings will find you
Madame Trusseau
Didn't you know
These feelings will bind you
Window dressing your soul with laminated memories
As a picture catches my sleeve
It's not too late
Just jump in, start swimming remember the water's deep
Some rocks were meant for skipping
Some shells were meant to keep
Don't know if I ever been here before.
And she's sipping bordeaux
Didn't you know
These feelings will find you
Madame Trusseau
Didn't you know
These feelings will bind you
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7. |
Concrete
03:05
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In these winter days you have to ask yourself
Who is it that you love?
Who is it that you are willing to die for?
Who is it that you love?
Answer that question now
Right now.
Hey, don’t turn out the light, turn out the light just yet.
We’ve got gold in sight,hovering just round the bend
Hey man, give me some time, time to see the unknown
Every second passed adds to the mystery grown.
The fury and the sound
When your ear’s flush to the ground.
Everybody’s running to stop the future coming
I’ll stop and hold my thumb out
You can’t beat that
Everybody’s shoved by the ghosts that hang above
They protect you and they love
And you can’t beat that
I wonder how they knew with just spider webs and glue
We could make it all seem true
And you can’t believe that
Let’s give away the dream that our feet
Are ankle deep in the concrete
Hey, don’t put up a fight
Put up a fight or bet
Every sentence placed
Makes it so hard to forget
And it goes just like that
Like a dream where you don’t have time to think
So quick so quick.
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8. |
GIGO
03:02
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300 million sleeper cells in wait. Those are my kind of numbers, man, when their story pops like a rubber band. So shut your fat maw lets get down to it, if a copper didn't see it then I didn't do it. Lew's got a grip Left, Right and State with bucketfull of brains and a bellyfull of hate.
No one seems to notice all the garbage going in. No one seems to notice all the trouble that we're in. No one seems to notice all the flies buzzing around, but it's garbage in and it's garbage out and this is the archetypal rock sound.
How 'bout a cyanide pill for the city on the hill, well they say they'll never fuck up but I bet they will. Everytime there's pen to paper, another caper, can't you smell that smell that smell?
Blood or drug money we're so happy to please you, right here in the banks of the good ol' U.S of Amnesia.
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9. |
Sell It To The Kids
02:28
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Everyone's heading out tonight
Gonna stay out til the morning light
Pull your pockets out and show
You've got nothin left to hide
The rumor's out and it's all true
What they did to me I'm going to do to you
And put a song inside your head
Just like mama said
I'm gonna sell it
Sell it to the kids
Gonna give'em everything they want
Gonna make'em nod their heads
Gonna sell it, sell it to the kids
Gonna give'em everything they want
Gonna make'em say Yeah Yeah Yeah.
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10. |
Call Out The Captain
01:58
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There's no return, so much to learn
And it goes on and on and on and on and on
When you've got what you need
Then all the others want to feed
It goes on and on and on and on and on
Call out the captain
There's a man in my head
Makes me act out the thing I said I'd do
It goes on and on and on and on and on
So don't wonder why, beyond that pale blue sky
It goes on and on and on and on and on
Call out the captain
There really ain't no captain
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11. |
Zero
03:19
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In these liquid days
Find an angle to a star
So when the darkness fades
You'll know exactly where you are.
Let's get to the part
Where we get to tear it apart
Nowhere is where we start
To find our way
The clocks are running down
Back to zero
The sum of what's around
Adds to zero
Just crawl inside their skin
Take a moment from yourself
Then all the shit begins
Looking back at someone else
Let's get to the part
Where we get to tear it apart
Nowhere is where we start
To find our way.
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12. |
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Life is just a disco
A never ending party
But buddy I don't think so
And if you've got that kind of mindset
You'll be happy to know
There ain't no god in the sky
Who's lookin' down thinkin'
About what he's gonna do when
The ship starts sinkin'
With all these cartoon creatures just
Starin' and blinkin'
There ain't no hope for the modern man
Divided we stand
United we crawl.
Starin' at your cell phone
With a tumor in your head bone
Cancer bleeding through your headphones
And if you've got that kind of mindset
You'll be happy to know
There ain't no god in the sky
Who's lookin' down thinkin'
How to help these stupid fuckers
When their shit starts stinkin'
And all these cartoon faces
Just stare and blink because
There ain't no hope for the modern man
A god's-eye view from the airplane window
There ain't no difference between you
And the ants in the rain
So take your medicine, or a placebo
Take your medicine
Because they're both the same
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