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Final Fantasy Album


Has a Good Home (2005)
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Son, son, we've got to run away from inheritance
Son, son, I must allow you to learn of sustenance

None of you will ever see a penny
Of my ill-begotten wealth
Stick around
You will see a rich man cry

I wish, I wish for you a lifetime of labour
Hard days make peaceful nights

None of you will ever see a penny
Of my ill-begotten wealth
Stick around
You will see a rich man cry

. . .


Crown myself the prince of buzz
Can't wait until you, can't wait 'til you unsubscribe
I'll be a lonely scribe

But - what if they like it,
And lock us in a cannery with your accordian
Until we canned our love?
We can get along
We can get along

Montreal might eat its young
But Montreal won't break us down

Now I got a VCR
If we put our hearts in twenty thousand tiny jars
They'd never leave their homes
We can get along
We can get along

Montreal might eat its young
But Montreal won't break us down

I tried and tried and tried and tried
and tried and tried to keep the crowds away
I tried and tried and tried and tried
and tried and tried to keep the crowds away

. . .


Do not offer me a contract
Got no use for a house by the sea
All I ask for is a warm body
To keep this winter from killing me

Everytime you close your eyes and lie still
You look just like a dead man
Dead man, dead man, I'll sing your story
Dead man come to live again

Scan the skies for signs of heaven
Heaven, what use is heaven for you?
Spend your time instead
Spend your time with us, us

. . .


Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no romance in my blood
Try, try, you'll never persuade me
My only tears fall with the rain

My father had a dozen wives
And a child by every one
I am from about, umm, number five
So don't expect me to stay with anyone

Try, try, try to arrange me
But there's no romance in my blood
Try, try, you'll never persuade me
My only tears fall with the rain

My mother never takes a break
From her pining after furniture
Every moment on her feet is torture
And I share her love of wine and cake
And taking advantage of amateurs

. . .


We the dead, we the dead find a country road
Country road, lead the dead from our homes to the ground
Make a book of the maggots our bodies will snare
'Cause the earth is the earth, no need to travel in the air

The CN Tower is built upon our bones!
The CN Tower will always be our home!

Decorate 'round the base, all the graves of our lost loves
Cabbages, ginger root and a crucifix

Never rode on the plains, never thought I couldn't stay
Had a good run anyway, had a good run anyway
I could fill up the lake with all the things I didn't say
Had a good run anyway, had a good run anyway

From the top of the tower
Radio buzz in our ears
We can see your house from here
We can see your house from here

From the top of the tower
Radio buzz in our ears
We can see your house from here
We can see your house from here

. . .


Took you two years to win my heart
Then two words to break it
The love you ignited,
You firefighted and roared
Bellowing into the rainy night

They say heartbreak is good for the skin
But all that it's helped is my drinking
Picking fights with myself and my friends
And my friends threatening to do me in

Took you two years to win my heart
Then two words to break it
More surprising than two years of lying is how people let you get away with it

Saturday sleep-ins with no distractions
Summer sun and songbirds
Once kept afloat on a venetian boat
Blotted out by your two words

Mighty Leon, wind the tape
And be sure of one thing
Every song from a heart this mangled
Will be draped in strings, strings, strings

. . .


I had to hide myself in a book
To keep your love away
The pages worn with all of my faults
The cover torn away

I gave my life to the Water God
For an apprenticeship
Answering his mail and his door
For nyads, hyppogryphs, after...

Midwinter Banquet, he shook his head
"Sadly, no,
I can reverse the river's flow,
but I can never send you home."

I had to hide myself in a book
to keep your love away
When you read me, I get to look
Back at my younger days

. . .


Doll, I love you
But sometimes I need a day off

Don't get that face lift as a result

Don't you mind, you can take one, too
Don't you mind, don't you mind

. . .


Hey yo yo yo yo yo
I need an empire to overthrow
You make me wish for a more dangerous life
So I can show you 'bout self sacrifice

Say yes yes yes yes yes
Say no no no to a natural death
I'd rather give my life to god as man
Than have to line up at the bank again

Oh you you you you you
If you only knew the lengths I'd go to
You pack away all your ballpoint pens
and take a plane back to the Phillipines

. . .


I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book

I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book

To warm your cold, cold blood

I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book

To warm your cold, cold blood

I, I, I, I

Goodbye
Goodbye childcare
Goodbye drunken doctor
Goodbye Finnish beauty
Let the people stop and wonder

Anna, Gerald, Henry Waugh
Let this longing retire
I will purge my shelf of classics
Watch them fade upon the fire

I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book

To warm your cold, cold blood

I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book

To warm your cold, cold blood

I, I, I, I
Will burn, burn, burn
my every book

To warm your cold, cold blood
To warm your cold, cold blood
To warm your cold, cold blood

. . .


Fascinate, fascinate, fascinated
With the underclass
She broke down, she broke down, she broke down
and decided to act

For every new baby
Investment, investment
for every whore, relief

No matter a drunkard,
a swineherd, a spaniard
we're all treated equally

Canada, Cana-daddy-doody-da
Let her keep a memento
She has not been able to sleep
Since the days of Trudeau
On music, on painting, distract us with drying
and don't let the audience die

Watch Alice get better, and Peggy get stronger
they'll still publish once in a while

. . .


All that she wants is a man with a tan
A mashing pot and matching pan
A minivan
As high an income as she can
Who are you to judge?

. . .


Drought's been hard, and
the cows are all slaughtered
But my love for you
needs no water

You miss your youth, and
You miss the city
Have no regret
Have no pity

Smoke blows thick, and
turns midday to midnight
But my love for you
needs no sunlight

Don't be saddened
Just look around, love
All things shining,
All things shining

. . .


Ask yourself, are you a slut?
- No you're not!
Did you forget how much you are worth
- It's a lot!
Do you remember when we used do it all for free?

Your head is shouting
Please please please,
please please please

Don't let your cock do all the work

Where did you bottle up
the gentleman, the gentleman?
Where did you bottle up
the gentleman, the gentleman?

Where did you bottle up
the gentleman, the gentleman?
Where did you bottle up
the gentleman, the gentleman?

Give me your hands, give me your hands
Give me your hands, give me your hands

Your head is shouting
Please please please,
Please please please

Don't let your cock do all the work
All the work

All those around you
Please please please,
Alease please please

What can you do to shut us up,
Shut us up?

You are like a shut-in on the prowl
Everyday is like your first night off,
- Since your bail.
But we will never write you off.

Your head is shouting
Please please please,
Please please please

- Please please please!

Don't let your cock do all the work

- Please please please!

All those around you
Please please please,
Pease please please

- Please please please!

What can you do to shut us up?

- Please please please!

We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off

- Please please please!

We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off
We will never write you off

- Please please please!

. . .


Twice was enough
Third would be an insult
To my condition

Diamond of rough
You see opportunity
I see apparitions

Changing my mind
Is not so incredible
I do it all the time

Better than worse
Is free from the curse
And when I came to
It all felt rehearsed

Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh

Better than worse
Is free from the curse
And when I came to
It all felt rehearsed

Better than worse
Is free from the curse
And when I came to
It'd all been reversed

. . .


I waded out too far
Lost sight of the shore
Sunk beneath the surface
I closed, I closed my eyes

The undertow would take me down
The waves take me home
I will live and die like the sea,
the sea he sighed

Gentle listener
This is why I sing
Confusion

Sweet confusion you'll be my only child
My only child

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