Fugazi Album

can't ask for more
so why unfulfilled
we take apart
everything we build
had it right here
but now it's gone
on and on

break

all origins are accidental
you've got no papers & no
roads lead home anymore
chance is the root of all
place position all maps are
random all scales are wrong
legal - illegal -
no passion for the difference
legal - illegal -
false premise forge the nation

may all your borders be porous
free transmission
smear genetics c est la vie

yawn yawn yawn
I can't stifle my boredom
so why not act your age
fear of contagion

the violence of a
fence builder's dream that
makes the phrasing of
"all the pleasures of home"
legal illegal -
I want to go home

recap in taxi
no clothes no food
take care of the children
we'll send for you soon

alien
you find you feel at home
everywhere
you'll get by
with so much less than anyone

decieved
entrapment through belief
disclosure would decree
accusations would be shed
instead
we stand over the dead
the cultures all well fed
killer running free

outside the window
the passing night sky
fills with people i know
taking me
home

hey what's your name?
do you feel the same way too?
siphon fuel
don't make a sound
and most of all
don't let me down

it comes as no suprise
we're destabilized

lock eyes
shared plan
no c.i.a.
could understand
defile define
critique and salve

no c.i.a.
no n.s.a.
no satellite
could map our veins

moves so slowly
grows so smoothly
takes so neatly
it's as if they
belong and they've
been here all along

grows so smoothly
moves so slowly
takes completely
it's as if they
belong and they've
been here all along

this one's ours
lets take another

check the math here
check in ten years
clusterfuck theory
buy them up and
shut them down
then repeat
in every town

every town will
be the same

this one's ours
let's take another

five corporations
there is a pattern

Lights out for the cynical sharps
For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props
Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks
Who grease like cops throwing round their weight
And I feel dangerous and vexed
Swinging two ton second guess
And every motion just cuts too cruel too cruel
And the implication is that you're implicated
Like a caustic acrostic spelling out your name
Lights out cos I can see in the dark
Sidewind my way to the mark of fuse lines
Gas-wet for a spark
I crash I burn I've fully lost it anyway
And you're nowhere
Lights out loser

your etiquette
your rules of interaction
what are you waiting for?

nobody's home
we're all out trying to find one
what are we waiting for?

the recipe a clear connection
the time the time the time
the time the direction
we just want we don't know

this one wants the art
this one wants the politic
everybody wants their
own damn station
if we're so fine
maybe you can tell me why
no one counts until they're dead
i asked you, i asked you
a question, i just want
i don't know

the imperfections are here to find
if your position is so unkind
everything is not alright
and since we live in present tense
the only hope of making sense
all depends on the source of light

everything is closed captioned
so come on

The sun came up
The sun came out
The sun did us in
The sun came out and tore us up
It ripped the shit out of our behinds
We drove home on towels off the heat of the seats
With sand in our teeth alright
Down on the ocean down on the sea
Water and wave under me
We're not brave but we're down for
the count alright

Here's an all new version
Teeming with distractions
Trojan horse rolled backwards
Mastered by your own device
Then splice in then cut to the sad sorry image of some grinning 'caster
Staring at a sinkhole
Piling up disasters
Making the footage raw
Now parade the muscles
Trying to make their dicks grow
Warring with their bodies dimensions oversold
"I wonder if I pierce it will my body stop lying to me?
Now mouthing mile a minute
Blasting like a furnace
Fogging up the lenses with the dampness of spew
Loss of concentration
Loss of obvious
Laws of stimulation
Signed anonymous
It's a stock set up
Man check it out!
A well worn cop's shoe's kicking out a door frame
Classwar extra
Pr-ing like a foreman's dog
"What a slob but I guess you know
He's got to make a living somehow"
Tossing a wild eyed greaser right onto the pavement
Scanned into the bright light maxing the pixels to glow
How did it come to mean nothing but this?

[No lyrics]

Down at the station
We question our rations
But you seem satisfied
With the little recieved

Down at the station
We question our rations
But you seem satisfied
With the little recieved

Fractured appetite
With bismuth pink on tap
Ascetic limbs gone tight
And your lips are clamped and grey

Crash your appetite
Erasing every mark you make
Standing in the corner
While you're working up your mantra 'derail
The train the train the train derail the train
Take the time to hesitate
While what's glistening on your plate
Goes dry and cold and not in your mouth

Alright you see your programmatic mind surrenders appetite
And you crash yourself all over the place
Snake ingest 40 times their body weight
But you you emaciate
You crash your shit all over the place
Now open your mouth!

Animosities and apologies
Back and forth we
Struggle, falter, refrain

With glue and string
And deciphering we try,
Try, try to stay together
Despite the pain

It's not our first time
Through nor our waterloo
Back and forth from situation
We move to episode

But if we can find
Some piece of mind
Intertwined the delivery
Is worth the load

Son of a gun and knife and bomb
Son of a bitch earned every stitch
Son of a father's son yes I know I'm one
Now it's time to pull the switch

Touch with your eyes drool with my eyes
Touch with your mind drool with my mind
Touch with your eyes drool with my eyes
Touch with my mind drool with your eyes
Pornsmanship and sales filtrate
Shoulder blades and things concave
And every smile that marks a lie
Dressed in silk and flavored milk
Bred in bone and finely honed
To always sell what we can't own