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I wore the clothes you wanted
I took your name
If there is some confusion,
Uh, who's to blame?
I signed your living will
I smiled your face
I'm ready to close the book on
NASA and outer space
If there is some confusion
Uh, who's to blame?
Uh, who's to blame?
I sequenced your arrival
I sealed your fate
I pushed the button
And erased your master tape
I wrote the sales pitch
I threw the gray switch
I dragged your big-assed
Dirty robbed car out of that ditch
If there is some confusion
Uh, who's to blame?
Uh, who's to blame?
I crossed your great divide
I stirred your ocean's tide
I called your bluff until
I blew your circuits mind
I'll be your albatross,
Devil dog, Jesus Lord
I don't wanna be Iggy Pop
But if that's what it takes - me.
If there is some confusion
If there is some confusion
If there is some confusion
Uh, who's to blame? (some confusion)
Uh, who's to blame? (some confusion)
Uh, who's to blame? (some confusion)
(some confusion)
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You're moving through rough waters, motor boy,
And swimming in your sleep.
How could I be so blind, mis-sighted,
Not to see there's something wounded deep.
Anyone could scratch your surface now,
It's all amphetamine
You're blasting yourself into the present
To blur some past indignity, say that,
You say that
You hate it.
You want to re-create it
I've been around, I've been your lover.
I let it go, kill devil hills.
You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel.
You're drinking raw adrenal baby,
And dosey dosey doe.
You're eating cartilage, shark-eyes, shark-heart.
All present tense.
Boy, your blood is running cold.
Listen. This is now.
This is here.
This is me.
This is what I wanted you to see.
That was then.
That was that.
That is gone.
That is past.
You cast yourself, cast.
Passed by, thrown down fast.
You say.
You say that
You hate it.
You want to recreate it.
I've played this round, I've played your lover.
I've played it out to the hilt.
You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel.
You love it.
You hate it.
You want to re-create it.
Now.
This is here.
This is me.
This is what I wanted you to see.
That was then.
That was that.
That is gone.
That is what
I wanted you to feel.
You love it.
You hate it.
I'm spitting out the bitter pill.
I've been around, I've been your lover
I let it go, kill devil hills.
You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel.
I've played this round, I've played your lover.
I've played it out and to the hilt.
You're coming onto something so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel.
You've played around, you played me lover.
I let it go, kill devil hills.
You're moving so hard, so fast, so numb
That you can't even feel.
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Look at this, it's me, walking away.
Look at you drowning, on display.
Every time I've dropped by, I've tried to say
The water is rising.
You don't want to stay.
It's that sinking feeling. you know what it's bringing on.
You might as well say it,
I see it, I feel it.
This town is going wrong.
It's turning away.
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things I've never dreamed
It's beautiful
I'd like for them to take me on ...
The track mall gang went off
On the Tennessee goth. a lunar moth,
You chrysalis and flail.
The water is rising. you try to rappel.
A rousing cheer for the boy in the well.
It's that sinking feeling. you know what it's bringing on.
You might as well say it,
I see it, I feel it.
This town is going wrong.
It's turning away.
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things I've never dreamed
It's beautiful
I'd like for them to take me on ...
Here is where I look back.
Here is where you fell.
This is where I got up,
Shaking off my tail
This is where your rope trick
Started to look stale.
A greyhound pass for the boy in the well.
It's that sinking feeling
You know what it's bringing on
I might as well say it.
I see it, I feel it
This town is going wrong.
It's turning away.
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things I've never dreamed
It's beautiful
I'd like for them to take me on
You wanted me to be someone that I could never be
My new friends are offering things I've never dreamed
It's beautiful
I'd like for them to take me on
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Let's put our heads together and start a new country up
Our father's father's father tried, erased the parts he didn't like
Let's try to fill it in, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
And we gathered up our friends, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, underneath the riverbed
This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Let's put our heads together, start a new country up,
Underneath the river bed we burned the river down.
This is where they walked, swam, hunted, danced and sang,
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Rewrite the book and rule the pages, saving face, secured in faith
Bury, burn the waste behind you
This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We are not your allies, we cannot defend
This is where they walked, this is where they swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Cuyahoga
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When your day is long
and the night,
the night is yours alone,
when you're sure you've had enough of this life,
well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
if you feel like letting go, (hold on)
if you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand.
Hold on.
Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
when you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
everybody cries. Everybody hurts... sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
Everybody hurts.
(no, no, no, no, no)
You are not alone.
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You're on your ear, the ocean's near
The light has started to fade
Your high is timed, you found the climb
It's hard to focus on more than what's in front of you
Electron Blue
Adventure rings with a page and
When it dawns on you,
It singes blue
Your buzz beginning to wane.
Adventure has laid its claim on you
It's all you want to do.
You
You know where to run
You run Electron Blue.
And who am I?
I'm just a guy
I've got a story like everyone
But in your eyes
You looked surprised
And didn't know where to run
I looked to her
She's found the cure
Her future's already begun
Tomorrow's gaining speed on you
It's all you want to do
You
You know where to run
You run Electron Blue
You
You know where to run
You run electron blue
So bide your time
You'll feel the climb
Your high it builds like a lightning storm
It sings like pearls
You know that girl
And no one is any the wiser
So as if on cue.....
Electron Blue
Tomorrow's gaining speed on you
It's all you want to do
You
You know where to run
You run, Electron Blue
You
You know where to run
You run, Electron Blue
You
You know where to run
You run, Electron Blue
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A public service announcement followed me home the other day.
I paid it nevermind. Go Away.
Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed presidency.
We're sick of being jerked around.
Wear that on your sleeve.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.
Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances.
Well,look behind the eyes.
It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized
"save my own ass, screw these guys"
smoke and mirror lock down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
The Papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh, Not one more.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.
We're dug in deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
Ignore the lower fear
Ugh, this means war.
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.
It's been a bad day...
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So hesitation pulled me back
I'm stronger when I don't attract
In your eyes I'm a lamb without a rack
And I am getting confused
I'm a cactus trying to be a canoe
As you pan for ore
In the desert, floored
I say to you
That I could never imagine a place so beautiful
I could never steal your gold away.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
[I try to walk like a big wham bam
I came across like a battering ram
I try to float like a telegram sam
I'm trying to divine you. ]
My book is called "The Ascent Of Man"
I marked your chapter with a catamaran
The accent's off
But I am what I am
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
[I try to walk like a big wham bam
I came across like a battering ram
I try to float like a telegram sam
I'm trying to divine you.]
I looked for you, it's my last grandstand
A motorscootered goat legged pan
Figure eighting in quicksand ...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
[I try to walk like a big wham bam
I try to float like a telegram sam
I came across like a battering ram
I'm trying to divine you. ]
[I try to walk like a big wham bam
I try to float like a telegram sam
I came across like a battering ram
I'm trying to divine you. ]
So hesitation pulled me back
I'm so in love I don't attract
And with my hands tied I won't crack
['Cause in my mind I called you back.]
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from the "Man On The Moon" soundtrack
I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes
All the sights that I have seen
I can't believe that I believed I wished
That you could see
There's a new planet in the solar system
There is nothing up my sleeve
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
And all this talk of time
Talk is fine
And I don't want to stay around
Why can't we pantomime, just close our eyes
And sleep sweet dreams
Me and you with wings on our feet
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I want the hummingbirds, the dancing bears
Sweetest dreams of you
Look into the stars
Look into the moon
I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punchlines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great
(repeat following two verses 3 x each)
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond
I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great
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It's quiet now
And what it brings
Is everything
Comes calling back
A brilliant night
I'm still awake
I looked ahead
I'm sure I saw you there
You don't need me
To tell you now
That nothing can compare
You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden A frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around
It's easier to leave than to be left behind
Leaving was never my proud
Leaving New York, never easy
I saw the light fading out
Now life is sweet
And what it brings
I tried to take
But loneliness
It wears me out
It lies in way
And all not lost
Still in my eyes
The shadow of necklace
Across your thigh
I might've lived my life in a dream, but I swear
This is real
Memory fuses and shatters like glass
Mercurial future, forget the past
It's you, it's what I feel.
You might have laughed if I told you (it's pulling me apart)
You might have hidden a frown (change)
You might have succeeded in changing me (it's pulling me apart)
I might have been turned around (change)
It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out
You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart
You find it in your heart, change...
I told you, forever
I love you, forever
I told you, I love you
I love you, forever
I told you, forever
You never, you never
You told me forever
You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden the frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around
It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)
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Follow me, don't follow me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
Collar me, don't collar me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
We are agents of the free
I've had my fun and now its time to
Serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me
Follow me, don't follow me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
Collar me, don't collar me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
We are agents of the free
I've had my fun and now its time to
Serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me
(High on the roof, thin the blood,
another one climbs on the waves tonight,
comin' in, you're home)
"We'd circle and we'd circle and we'd circle to stop and consider and
centered on the pavement stacked up all the trucks jacked up and
our wheels in slush and orange crush in pocket and all this here county
hell any county it's just like heaven here and I was remembering and I
was just in a different county and all then this whirlybird that I
headed for I had my goggles pulled off I knew it all I knew every back
road and every truck stop"
Follow me, don't follow me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
Collar me, don't collar me
I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush
We are agents of the free
I've had my fun and now its time to
Serve your conscience overseas (over me, not over me)
Coming in fast, over me
(High on the roof, thin the blood,
another one climbs on the waves tonight,
comin' in, you're home)
(High on the roof, thin the blood,
another one climbs on the waves tonight,
comin' in, you're home)
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You know where I come from
You know what I feel
You're Yul Brenner Westworld
Reporting from the field.
I threw it into reverse,
Made a motion to repeal.
You kicked my legs from under me,
And tried to take the wheel.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
Now I know that the sun has shined on my side of the street.
The basket of America, the weevils and the wheat.
The milk and honeyed congregation, scrubbed and apple-cheeked
Salute Apollo 13 from the rattle jewelry seats.
Mythology's seductive and it turned a trick on me
That I have just begun to understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong,
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
The rodeo is staged, gold circle goat-ropers and clowns.
A rumble in the third act, tie 'em up and burn 'em down.
We're armed to the teeth, born a little breech;
Blue-plate special analysts, cells and SUV's
We can't approach the Allies 'cause they seem a little peeved
And speak a language we don't understand.
I told you I wanted to be wrong
But everyone is humming a song
That I don't understand.
[Prop up The Omega Man, we're primed for victory,
God gave us the upper hand, there's honor among thieves.
Temper it with arrogance, a dash of sad conceit.
The top's down on the T-Bird, we're the children of the free]
Storm into the boardroom of the conquering elite.
Did you recognize the madman who is shouting in the streets?
Destroy the things that I don't understand
Destroy the things that I don't understand.
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As I raise my head to broadcast my objection
As your latest triumph draws the final straw
Who died and lifted you up to perfection?
And what silenced me is written into law.
I can't believe where circumstance has thrown me
And I turn my head away
If I look I'm not sure that I could face you.
Not again. not today. not today.
If hatred makes a play on me tomorrow
And forgiveness takes a back seat to revenge
There's a hurt down deep that has not been corrected.
There's a voice in me that says you will not win.
And if I ignore the voice inside,
Raise a half glass to my home.
But it's there that I am most afraid,
And forgetting doesn't hold. it doesn't hold.
Now I don't believe and I never did
That two wrongs make a right.
If the world were filled with the likes of you
Then I'm putting up a fight. I'm putting up a fight.
Putting up a fight. make it right. make it right.
Now love cannot be called into question.
Forgiveness is the only hope I hold.
And love- love will be my strongest weapon.
I do believe that I am not alone.
For this fear will not destroy me.
And the tears that have been shed
It's knowing now where I am weakest
And the voice in my head. in my head.
Then I raise my voice up higher
And I look you in the eye
And I offer love with one condition.
With conviction, tell me why.
Tell me why.
Tell me why.
Look me in the eye.
Tell me why.
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charades, pop skill
water hyacinth, named by a poet.
imitation of life
like a koi in a frozen pond
like a goldfish in a bowl
I dont want to hear you cry
thats sugarcane that tasted good
thats cinnamon thats hollywood
c'mon c'mon no one can see you try
you want the greatest thing
the greatest thing since bread came sliced.
you've got it all, you've got it sized.
like a friday fashion show teenager
freezing in the corner
trying to look like you dont try
thats sugarcane that tasted good.
thats cinnamon thats hollywood
c'mon c'mon no one can see you try
no one can see you cry
thats sugarcane that tasted good
thats freezing rain thats what you could
c'mon c'mon no one can see you cry
this sugarcane
this lemonade
this hurricane, i'm not afraid.
c'mon c'mon no one can see me cry
this lightning storm
this tidal wave
this avalanche, i'm not afraid.
c'mon c'mon no one can see me cry
thats sugarcane that tasted good
thats who you are, thats what you could
c'mon c'mon no one can see you cry
thats sugarcane that tasted good
thats who you are, thats what you could
c'mon c'mon no one can see you cry
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This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire
Fire
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now)
Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now)
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left…behind
Another prop has occupied my time
This one goes out to the one I love
Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now)
Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now)
Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now)
Fire (she's comin' down on her own, now)
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as the sun comes up, as the moon
goes down
these heavy notions creep around
it makes me think
long ago I was brought into
this life a little lamb
a little lamb
courageous, stumbling
fearless was my middle name.
but somewhere there I
lost my way
everyone walks the same
expecting me to step
the narrow path they've laid
they claim to
walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
hold my love me or leave me
high.
say "keep within the boundaries if you want to play."
say "contradiction only makes it harder."
how can I be
what I want to be?
when all I want to do is strip away
these stilled constraints
and crush this charade
shred this sad masquerade
I don't need no persuading
I'll trip, fall, pick myself up and
walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
hold my love me or leave me
high.
if I have a bag of rocks to carry as I go
I just want to hold my head up high
I don't care what I have to step over
I'm prepared to look you in the eye
look me in the eye
and if you see familiarity
then celebrate the contradiction
help me when I fall to
walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
hold my love me or leave me
high.
walk unafraid
I'll be clumsy instead
hold my love me or leave me
high.
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Oh, life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
Try. Cry. Fly. Try.
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream
Dream...
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"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rearview mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh
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Smack, crack, Bushwhacked.
Tie another one to the racks, baby.
Hey, kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby.
What if I ride? What if you walk?
What if you rock around the clock?
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
What if you did? What if you walk?
What if you tried to get off, baby?
Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby. Oh...
Hey, kids, shake a leg.
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby. Oh...
Maybe you did. Maybe you walked.
Maybe you rocked around the clock.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Maybe I ride. Maybe you walk.
Maybe I drive to get off, baby.
Hey, kids, shake a leg.
Maybe you're crazy in the head, baby.
Ollie, Ollie.
Ollie, Ollie, Ollie.
Ollie, Ollie in come free, baby.
Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby.
Smack, crack. Shack-a-lack.
Tie another one to your backs, baby. Oh...
Hey, kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby.
Maybe you did. Maybe you walked.
Maybe you rock around the clock
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Maybe I ride. Maybe you walk.
Maybe I drive to get off, baby.
Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby.
Hey, kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby, baby, baby.
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Looking at your watch a third time waiting in the station for the bus
Going to a place that's far, so far away and if that's not enough
Going where nobody says hello, they don't talk to anybody they don't know
You'll wind up in some factory that's full time filth and nowhere left to go
Walk home to an empty house, sit around all by yourself
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long
Don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville
And waste another year
At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
I don't care if you're not here with me
'Cause it's so much easier to handle
All my problems if I'm too far out to sea
But something better happen soon
Or it's gonna be too late to bring you back
Don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville
And waste another year
It's not as though I really need you
If you were here I'd only leave you
But everybody else in town only wants to bring you down and
That's not how it ought to be
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
You'll be coming back before too long
Don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville
And waste another year
Don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville
Don't go back to Rockville
And waste another year
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Death is pretty final
I'm collecting vinyl
I'm gonna dj
at the end of the world!
'cause if Heaven does exists
with a kickin' playlist
I don't wanna miss it
at the end of the world!
Hey steady steady
Hey steady steady
I don't wanna go until I'm
good and ready...
...it's on my mind
and it's in my mind
and it's what I found
and it's what I find
'cause it's on my mind
and it's in my mind
and it's what I found
and it's what I find
Oh my oh my
But "I'll spin my way right
through it.",
claims enthusiast Jack Pruitt.
as the moths circle the moon,
as you're circling the room--
"Music will provide the light
you cannot resist."
you cannot resist
you cannot resist
And the fanzines that get tangled
as you willie and you wangle
in your walk-up in Seattle
where you fought the nascent battle.
and you threw the thread and throttle
Let us raise another bottle--
raise another bottle
raise another bottle
Because death is pretty final
I'm collecting vinyl
I'm gonna dj
at the end of the world
Hey steady steady
Hey steady steady
I don't wanna go until I'm
good and ready!
...it's on my mind
and it's in my mind
and it's what I found
and it's what I find
'cause it's on my mind
and it's in my mind
and it's what I found
and it's what I find
Oh my oh my/I've got to try!
I'm gonna dj
I'm gonna dj
I'm gonna dj, yeah!
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Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, 21, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I’ll see you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothin' up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothin' up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothin' up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothin' up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothin' up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothin' up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
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