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1. Tip Your BartenderTime for our men in uniform (with a price upon their heads).This is a WAR!Sober up.But call it what you want, The color changes up in the sun.Not throwing stones at you anymore.Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore.All my X's live with hexes.This is why I hangMyself with jealousy upon a fencepost half mast.Fashion: war between The guilty and the guilty and the guilty.. And the teen.Not throwing stones at you anymore.Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore.[pause]Oh yeah, I would like to..Die like mice do.I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.Crying.Not throwing stones at you anymore.Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore.Oh yeah, I would like to..Like to die, like fucking mice do.I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.Crying.Buy it, load it, shoot it.2. Mu EmpireI'm glad you sent a line.Euphoria's endearing.And it's cold, We might as well retire.To the drawer where all used things resign.Mr. shiver, in the river,You were told.You were sold.I do, I do.If we make it over the mountain.Dressed in leather, red ball and vault attire;The most ironic place to be is easy...Between my finger and the blade, right before I let the used resign.Mr. shiver, in the river,You were told.You were sold.I do, I do.If we make it over the mountain.You might lose the one you choose.You might lose who won you times ten.3. Cosmopolitan Bloodlossmany days, many phases down the line.When people whisper it makes her nervous.It's you from the airport addressing most littlest.In several days I just might prove worth it.After all, After all,should they let you decide?Anyway, in a way...Walk the wire, walk the line.When people whisper it makes her nervous.It's you from the airport addressing most littlest.Several days too late to unearth it.So after all, After all,should they let you decide?We are the most impassioned ugly people.4. Ape Dos MilYou can bet in mid-october, I will still be ranting 'bout early may.Yeah he's a winner,He's a goddamn sinner.While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day.And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after"You're the reason I cannot forget this season Or the letter when she first referred to eight.It's all calypso.But it's not easy to know.You walk around with your shoulders down frowning,But it's not easy to know.It's over.You can bet when mid-october end's I'll still be ranting 'bout most early may.Yeah, he's a winner.He's a goddamn sinner.While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day.And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after"Yeah, you're the reason I cannot forget this season,Or the lesson how an ape shall not kill ape.And I said,It's all calypso.But it's not easy to know.You walk around with your shoulders down frowning,But it's not easy to know.It's just a tango.But it's not easy, you know.I walk around with my horns out now,But it's not easy to know.I'm..I'm going under.You can't trust a man who's a governorApe can't trust man.You can't trust a man with a gun at all.Ape can't trust man.How can you heal? If you don't ease back the blame.Knowing you're right, won't you heal?5. Pink RosesYou're asking when do I stop?When the bottle's empty.Blacker than my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all.Pink roses.Nomad:Drowning rat.Black.Black.So black you can't even grasp the fact.Blacker than a beggar's soul, rich enough to save us all.Pink roses.Lead with your need as god descends.Cold in the ground.What gets me this down?The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.I want to drink you, scare you, f*ck you and film you.6. Must've Run All Dayif it takes you I don't want to.If it makes you scared In the bare, anyway.If it makes you, I don't want to..See your face when you feel Not alive.If you're lying in bed with the pride of a lionAre you there?If you're shrewd enough to be underlinedYou are there.A world premier.If it makes youIf it takes you, I don't want to.If it's the last thing you do...Plagiarize.And where's my Sandinista?7. Stuck PigLay down in this latrine in nailbomb,In the city of Molotov,In the province of gun,In a whole off the highway In the land of two suns.Sometimes I get pissed When My blow goes like a quickie in the snowBut I'm sure I'll go down inside.I chew the thorn when midnight gets too longOn the feet of a dragon.Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.The seed of a bastard.Some night's the wind pipe's covered in dope.I pray it be covered in a rope.Me, me, me.Grief, grief, grief.Beat the heat.Grunt fuck.Grin fuck.Push her in the snow fuck.The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.8. Radio CambodiaI'm not impressed, I guess I'm not impressed. With which dialect, which dialect marches best,And who reaches heaven in what order When our kids are baptized in mortar.It's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns from different mountainsAnd we're left to move their bodies 'round the fountain.If a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,Who'll be riding in a tank that says "just married"?We found that ultimately you can make it snow in the summer.Contrary to what you believeWe oscillate and vary speed.The food in jail is sulphury.How do inuits spell relief?Summer's trudging closer and a flurry of white as well.It's the heart of nuclear winter and you can bet I'm scared as hell.9. The Gillette Cavalcade Of SportsI wish, I wish, I wish, I wishA round and a bout..Down the line I'm heir To throne nowhere.I wish, I wish, I wish, I wishA mountain of doubt down the line I'm heir to throne nowhere.I'm scared.Cause,Here's where the train ride ends.Screaming, "is this your decision?"We were the best of friends,I'll go nowhere.This isn't where,This isn't where I found you "Life is such a ball I run the world from city hall"And I own you all.In this,In this Holiday Inn..Well, Welcome back race fans, it's Cavalcade sport time again.Here at the jamboree,Home of the hits.How you doing Bob?It's the last stretchAnd my heart.. my heart stays in the leadAnd we see first, second behind my heart is my mindThird behind my mind is my body.Fourth behind my body is my soulAnd my heart stays in the lead.Coming around the stretch..That was a good one Bob.No dutch."Home is where the heart it is...""on the bus!"10. Trailer Park JesusPut the needle to the record,And hit me with your style,Soon enough I'll, Learn to unload to unload my mouth.Can you feel it's getting blacker,The vibe up in this placeWhen I displaced, What made me turn my face.I can't wait.I jumped ship to a burning sowHad a ball.Atom bomb.It was quite a dirty habit,When the last thing I do,Has a swine slewn,Down martyr avenue.Am I driftwood or hosana?A knee-deep in disease.I'm the bodyLaid a 9 on my sleeve.I'm a bitch girl.I'm a bitch.I jumped ship to a burning sowHad a ball.Atom bomb.Killed a shark.Atom bomb..Denial is a river in Egypt.Division is a reunion in the south.Soon enough I'll learn to...Denial is a river in EgyptAllusive as the communion in my mouth.Soon enough I'll learn to...I jumped ship to a burning sowHad a ball.Atom bomb.Atom bomb..Tell the oneAbout the man who dugHoles so deepHe lost sight of his word.11. Two Tabs Of MescalineI smell the sound of a growing gashWith pop sensibilities.KQED "It's a tune that equals you."I feelHallelujahI fail,Bulemia;I'm frail.Salting the back of a snail.And...This is worship and this is tributeCrumbling, ripping and failing.Knowing you fit in...And, and, you fit in!Feeding time,An old friend of mineAt the leper zoo.Que sera?Erotic hurrahIt's cool.Be cool, girl.And...Am i worshipping or am I tributing?Crumbling, ripping and failing.My turkish prison is knowing I fit in.And, and,I fit in!Feeding time,An old friend of mineAt the leper zoo, yeah.Que sera?Erotic hurrahWith no rescue.It's cool.Be cool, girl.Sailor scent.
