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Smile politely
Sit up straight
Fix that tie, son
Grab a magazine and wait
Take this pencil
Fill out this form
Dot each i, don't lie, and maybe I'll throw you a bone
Or maybe I won't
What are your attributes
Tell me your goals
Give me a yes Sir no Sir
I'll help you pay off your loans
Clock in early
Punch out late
Twirl around in circles
Now dance for me
Pretend you're grateful
And you don't care
When I brush up against your blouse
And smell your hair
Remember your children
Don't forget your debt
Kiss my shining rings
Now dance for me
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2. |
Roses
02:55
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Roses are scarlet
Your soul's an ugly shade of brown
That hole in your mouth
Lets all the trash out
I don't mind if you stare right through me
I kind of love it when you lie right to me
Placate and pander me
That beats what you're trying to sell me
You're a wolf in wolf's clothing
Your howl makes me so uneasy
I don't mind if you stare right through me
I kind of love it when you lie right to me
And, oh, I pity all the fools for loving you
I don't mind if you stare right through me
I kind of love it when you lie right to me
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3. |
Animal House, Pt. 2
02:42
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You wanted what you wanted
So, here we go
A top down shakeup
Shake the roots
Change is what you wanted
They want it, too
They'll grab your ankles
And they'll shake it loose
You got the hunger
They got the food
So, you're eating what they're selling
It's rotten fruit
Stuff your face
Wipe your hands on your shirts
When you're sick and bloated
You'll blame the spoon
Rescue me
Grace in memorium
Rats in the room
Snakes at the podium now
You got what you wanted
So, here we go
We're taking on water
Wrecking the boat
Flames on the ocean
Inhaling smoke
Dragging the anchor
Here we go here we go
Rescue me
Grace in memorium
Rats in the room
Snakes at the podium now
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4. |
Exclamation Points
02:30
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Bombs away
Cock the hammer and let it swing
We're cracking skulls
Like king crab legs
It's gonna send a statement
Bombs away
There's no budget, but
Somebody's gonna have to pay
For this show, it won't mean a thing, but
It sure will entertain
It's gonna send a statement
Bombs away
Let's go shopping on holiday
Bombs away
Let's drop stacks at the MOA
Make it rain
And we'll level anyone that gets in our way
Just keep your Syria away from my latte
We'll blacken all the skies over Baghdad
When I get these sick shoes to match my handbag
It's gonna make a statement
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5. |
Guardian
02:45
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Perched on the outcrops not far from shore
Pandion haliaetus-the mighty piscivore
Gazing at the shallows of the bay below
Emerging from the shadows
Talons poised, senses primed
Long narrow wings, white underside and crown
Slicing through the clouds
Silent and swift, fish eating bird of prey
Keeper of the waterways
Atop the food chain
Forager on the fly
Unmatched depth-perception because of forward-facing eyes
Living largely a life of solitude
Fearlessly traversing the vast expanse of blue
We cut down all the trees and replaced them with concrete and
Coat your lungs with DDT
The rivers from which you feed, once vibrant and pristine, are now the toilet bowl of industry
Still you push on into the autumn dawn, because
You are the guardian
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6. |
Hurtling Through Space
01:52
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I'm hurtling through space
Hurtling through space
I just wanna get to you
I just gotta get to you
No, they'll never understand
All they see is tragedy
They're scared and they'll try anything
To keep me from getting to you
They'll send in the misfits,
Young lovers,
Miners and drillers,
Pyros and thrillers
Anything to keep me from you
I'm hurtling through space
Hurtling through space
I just wanna get to you
I just gotta get to you
Why can't they see
I'd do anything
I'd travel for four million light years
Through darkness and silence
Anything to get to you
They'll send in the misfits
Young lovers,
Miners and drillers,
Pyros and thrillers,
Anything to keep me from you
Why don't they get our love
When all they need is love
Love, and nuclear bombs
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7. |
Overtime
02:23
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Four thousand days you've been my world
I never want another girl
I just wanna see your smile right now reflecting mine
But, I'm working overtime
These long hours I keep grinding away
I've seen so many sunrises
I need to lay down and let my brain unwind
But, it's working overtime
I wanna think there's something more
Upon the ocean's other shore
I've gotta believe the payoff's always worth the try
These long hours and weary travels
Will my reward be a million more smiles
Or, will my gravestone say HE NEVER ARRIVED
We'll learn over time
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8. |
Rainbows
01:11
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Why can’t you care enough about yourself to wish good health upon the loved ones of strangers
You demand for yourself what you think no one else deserves,
I’m wondering what’s left to preserve
Out lookin for rainbows but your head is in the clouds
Confidently clueless your density astounds
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9. |
Down With the Bomb
01:23
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No barrels or cans
No rations
Hunkering down, or
Stockpiling up
I won't sit on my ark and wait for the flood
I'm going down with the bomb
No radiation
No ashes
Gas masks, or
Paranoia
I won't sit on my ark and wait out the flood
I'm going down with the bomb
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10. |
Wanderer
03:17
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Rumbling like a freight train, tear ducts billowing steam
Impervious to logic, propelled by fallacies
Wanderer
Plagued by a thousand plights
On a road to nowhere
Head down, heart contrite
Wanderer
Penurious since birth
Hair-trigger temper
A blister about to burst
Don’t attempt to quell the rage
It’ll bounce back in spades
Fingers pointed eyes ablaze
With a flag to fan the flames
Aimlessly targeting because everyone’s an enemy
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11. |
Snakey Boots
03:36
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One day into another one
Did you expect to always feel the sun
Against your face
The birds singing your name
A house upon a hill
Palm trees and ocean air
He was the one supposed to take you there
Iced drinks and laying on the beach
Sing your island song
But there's rattlesnakes in this part of the world
Some weeks you'll never see the sun
Iced streets were never in your dreams
The days drag on
Dance halls and dinner dates
A penthouse with white maids
Comfort and pleasure tailor made
Bathing in champagne
A cul-de-sac and TV Guide
Boring sex and boxed white
Your knight turned pawn in the game
You'll never get away
From the
Rattlesnakes in this part of the world
Some weeks you never see the sun
Iced streets were never in your dreams
The days drag on
He provides a comfortable life
With no white sand or bright lights
You geared up for the dream life
Woke up on the wrong side
He still believes in Love
And keeping it simple
If he thinks that works for you
He's gonna get friction
Rattlesnakes in this part of the world
Some weeks you'll never see the sun
Iced streets were never in your dreams
The days drag on
You geared up for the dream life
Woke up on the wrong side
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12. |
Bring Me Black
03:45
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Great God of Sleep
I'm at your altar
Please here my cries
Take all I offer
Just bring me black
Let my eyes close
I'll lay myself
And doves at your feet
I'll spill their blood
If it makes you happy
Just let these waking hours die alone
Let em die alone
Let em die
Which of my sins
Made you so angry
I lie awake and count the hours
Just bring me black
Keep my eyes closed
Great God of Sleep
Grant this wish and
Whatever fails
Whatever happens
I swear I'll never let you die alone
Let em die alone
Let em die
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Tight Whips (formerly Apocalypse Meow) Minneapolis, Minnesota
We used to be called Apocalypse Meow, but we called it quits. We tried to do something else, but just ended up back together, slightly rearranged.
Some things just work.
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