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This isn't me
I'm not mechanical...
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your world is an ashtray
we burn and coil like cigarettes
the more you cry your ashes turn to mud
it's the nature of the leeches, the virgin's
feeling cheated
you've only spent a second of your life
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
you'll understand when I'm dead
I went to god just to see, and I was looking at me
saw heaven and hell were lies
when I'm god everybody dies
scar/can you feel my power?
shoot here and the world gets smaller
scar/scar/can you feel my power?
one shot and the world gets smaller
let's jump upon the sharp swords
and cut away our smiles
without the threat of death
there's no reason to live at all
my world is unaffected, there is an exit here
I say it is and then it's true,
there is a dream inside a dream,
I'm wide awake the more I sleep
you'll understand when I'm dead
(bridge)
(chorus)
"each thing i show you is a piece of my death"
shoot shoot shoot motherfucker
no salvation, no forgiveness
"this is beyond your experience"
forgiveness...
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In space the stars are no nearer
They just glitter like a morgue
And I dreamed I was a spaceman
Burned like a moth in a flame
And our world was so fucking gone
But I'm not attached to your world
Nothing heals and nothing grows
Because it's a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another
All my stitches itch
My prescription's low, I wish you
Were Queen
Just for today
In a world so white what else could I say?
And hell was so cold
All the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands all open
Mother Mary miscarry
But we pray just like insects
The world is so ugly now
Because it's a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another
All my stitches itch
My prescription's low, I wish you
Were Queen
Just for today
In a world so white what else could I say?
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Goddamn your righteous hand
I eat innocent meat
The housewife I will beat
The prolife I will kill
What you don't do I will
I bash myself to sleep
What you sow I will reap
I scar myself you see
I wish I wasn't me
I am the little stick
You stir me into shit
I hate therefore I am
Goddamn your rightous hand
Goddamn, goddamn Goddamn, goddamn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I throw a little fit I slit my teenage wrist
The most that I can learn
Is in records that you burn
Get your gunn, get your gunn get your gunn, get your gunn
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
I am the VHS
Record me with your fist
You want me to save the world I'm just a little girl
Pseudo-morals work real well
On the talk shows for the weak
But your selective judgements
And goodguy badges
Don't mean a fuck to me
Get your gunn, get your gunn Get your gunn, get your gunn...
Get!
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Sweet dreams are made of this.
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas.
Everybody's looking for something.
(Chorus: Some of them want to use you.
Some of them want to get used by you.
Some of them want to abuse you.
Some of them want to be abused.)
(Repeat First Verse)
(Chorus)
I wanna use you and abuse you.
I wanna know what's inside you.
(Whispering and Moaning: Hold your head up, movin' on.
Keep your head up, movin' on.)
(Repeat Three Times)
Movin' on!
(Repeat First Verse)
(Chorus)
I'm gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside.
Gonna use you and abuse you.
I'm gonna know what's inside you.
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All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys
And crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them bed
God is the tv
1,000 mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new god
To medicate and to ape
Sell us ersatz
Dressed up and real fake
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them bed
God is the tv
Rock is deader than dead
Shock is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all the we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
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The drugs they say
Make us feel so hollow
We love in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers
To swim you have to swallow
Hate today
No love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
The drugs they say
Are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers
Make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not then they love another
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
Who want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They'll blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
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On we plow
The big bully try to stick his finger in my chest
Try to tell me, tell me he's the best
But I don't really give a good goddamn cause
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I got my lunchbox and I'm armed real well
I wanna grow up
I wanna be a big rock and roll star
I wanna grow up I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
I got the pencils in my pocket, try to put me down
Wanna go out, gotta get out
To the playground, gonna throw down at the playground
I wanna go out
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Next motherfucker gonna get my metal
Pow pow pow,
pow pow pow,
pow pow pow,
pow pow pow
I wanna grow up I wanna be a big rock and roll star I wanna grow
up I wanna be
So no one fucks with me
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I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
Norm life baby:
We're white and oh so hetero and
Our sex is missionary.
Norm life baby:
We're quitters and we're sober
Our confessions will be televised.
You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all.
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
Norm life baby:
God is white and unforgiving
We're piss tested and we're praying.
Norm life baby:
I'm just a sample of a soul
Made to look just like a human being.
Norm life baby:
We're rehabbed and we're ready
For our 15 minutes of shame.
Norm life baby:
We're talkshown and we're pointing
Just like christians at a suicide.
You and I are underdosed and we're ready to fall
Raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all.
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
There's a hole in our soul that we fill with dope
And we're feeling fine.
I don't like the drugs but the drugs like me
I don't like the drugs, the drugs the drugs
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You built me up with your wishing hell
I didn't have to sell you
You threw your money in the pissing well
You do just what they tell you
REPENT, that's what I'm talking about
I shed the skin to feed the fake
REPENT, that's what I'm talking about
Whose mistake am I anyway?
Cut the head off
Grows back hard
I am the hydra
Now you'll see your star
Prick your finger it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things (chorus)
The time has come it is quite clear
Our Antichrist
Is almost here...
It is done
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I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the beautiful people, the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
you can't smell
your own shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
if you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean
there's no time to discriminate,
hate every motherfucker
that's in your way
the worms will live in every host
it's hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism
will take it away
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I am so all-American, I'd sell you suicide
I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am the animal who will not be himself
fuck it
Hey victim, should I black your eyes again?
Hey victim,
you were the one who put the stick in my hand
I am the ism, my hate's a prism
let's just kill everyone and let your god sort them out
fuck it
Everybody's someone else's nigger/I know you are so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers/
I don't need to choose a side
I better, better, better, better not say this
better, better, better, better not tell
I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am the idiot who will not be himself
fuck it
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Yesterday was a million years ago
In all my past lives I played an asshole
Now I found you, it's almost too late
And this earth seems obliviating
We are trembling in our crutches
High and dead our skin is glass
I'm so empty here without you
I crack my xerox hands
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll be together while the planet dies
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll never say goodbye
And the dogs slaughter each other softly
Love burns its casualties
We are damaged provider modules
Spill the seeds at our children's feet
I'm so empty here without you
I know they want me dead
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll be together while the planet dies
I know it's the last day on earth
We'll never say goodbye
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The boy's got a head like an atom bomb
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And he's been waiting so long
to get it on.
The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge
Wants to get out of his Jesus cage
He's already torn out the last page
It's the "latest rage"
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
The boy's purified by the quitter gods
Burning up his cross like a revelation
And his glass jaw opens
Like a puppet head
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your god
Kill your TV
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear
Violence for the people
They always eat the hand that bleeds
Violence for the people
Give the kids what they need
Kill your god, Kill your TV
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There's something cold and blank behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
(coma):
You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
Her mouth was an empty cut
And she was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls
(coma):
You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
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(Dr. Hook Cover Song)
Some men need some killer weed,
Some need cocaine.
Some men need some cactus juice,
To purify their brain.
Some men need two women,
Some need alcohol.
Everybody needs a little something,
But lord I need it all.
To get my rocks off,
Get my rocks off.
Get my rocks off that mountain and roll 'em on down the hill.
I may do ya one time,
And I may do ya more.
And I may turn into something,
That you ain't ready for.
I might want your body,
And I might want your bread.
And I might want your mama,
To come visit me instead.
And get my rocks off,
Get my rocks off that mountain and roll 'em on down the hill.
Sometimes I dream of chicks,
To bring me everlasting joy.
Sometimes I dream of animals,
Sometimes I dream of boys.
Sometimes I kill the living,
Sometimes I raise the dead.
Sometimes I say just screw/fuck it all
and crawl back in to bed.
And get my rocks off,
Get my rocks of that mountain and roll 'em down the hill.
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There's something cold and blank behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
(coma):
You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
Her mouth was an empty cut
And she was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a polaroid that
Lost all her dolls
(coma):
You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today
Today to run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
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Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
We had a quarrel
A teenage quarrel
Now I'm as blue as
I know how to be
I can't call you on the phone
I can't even see you at your home
So I'm sending you this present
Just to prove that I'm telling the truth
Dear, I believe you won't laugh when you receive
This rose and a Baby Ruth
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo,
ahh I could have sent you
An orchid of some kind
But that's all I had in my jeans at the time
But when we grow up
Some day I'll show up
Just to prove I was telling the truth
I'll kiss you, too, then I'll hand to you
This rose and a Baby Ruth
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo
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