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boys wear overcoats in heat like this to keep themselves from showing
girls fill out prescriptions for the tricks that keep their hearts from growing
specialists review the year in tears and call for drastic measures
send them to resorts for boys and girl to get their shit together
sad but true the facts of life are bound to get you down
so whats the use dear jenny anyway the world is pretty...
ashley talks to astronauts back home by way of fax transmission
andy gets a new tattoo each time he gets back bathroom privledge
weary o so drealiy we wave our flags into the camera
amber goes berserk completely she's been here since last december
sad but true the truth can turn your smile to a frown
so whats the use dear jenny anyway the world is pretty
upside-down...
the rates are better in the summer
looks like dear jenny's doing better...
back at home the broadcast warning bounces off of an empty table
jenny asks the astronauts to sleep with her behind the stable
christmas hasn't been the same since dad put in the central heating
checks you before bedtime with a battery to keep your new heart beating
and the world might turn a million times around before
they tell you jenny anyway the world is pretty world is pretty happy world is pretty happy
sometimes they let strangers in and other times they check their records
when they check out in the morning dad puts out the lie detectors
jenny prays to gods she've never heard of for a special warning
all the walls stay dead as jennys heart is
but shes still observing
sad but true the highgloss gloss paint wont tell you what to do
so whats the use dear jenny anyway
the world is happy
world is happy
world is happy without you...
the rates are better in the summer....
looks like old jennys doing better...
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Nothing is crueller than children who come from good homes
Gotta forgive them, I guess, but whose side are you on?
Driving around my hometown, I remember it all
Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall
And they said...
You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes
You are a Satanist worshipper, oh, that's evil
You think you're poet, a folksinger, ???
A volleyball player?! you've got to be kidding us all
So we hide from the cunts
On a night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes
From the dark side of the lawn
No one can stop us
The script is a work of genius
No one has bought the rights yet but
We're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club
Marion looked like hell
Stuck in that ridicules shell
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
We're taking you to Hollywood
Hollywood
And we hide from the cunts
On a night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes
From the dark side of the lawn
One is a socialist cock-head they dressed in my clothes
One is a Satanist worshipping who's evil
One is a poet who starts up a band of his own
One is a volleyball player with both of her wrists broke
And we hide from the cunts
On a night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos girls and gnomes
From the dark side of the lawn
And we give them good homes
Give them love they've never known
In the loft, in the lawn,
In the town where I was born
In the loft, in the bar,
In the town where I was born
* Note: in some live versions, Amanda says "lesbian" instead of "socialist".
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nothing is certain at this time of day
you could reverberate you could decay
the mouse and the model are laughing at us
we'll risk it we're desperate for someone to trust
let's start a new heart the new charts are in
we'll take them we'll break them we'll make them give in
by counting your blessings you wind up in debt
it starts with your family and camps in your bed
you jekyll and hide it when you could have left
your guard down your dress up you must be upset
let's start a new heart the new charts are in
we'll take them we'll break them we'll make them give in
it's dark over here on the flipside of reason
the teaser could be something easy like they did it in a book
you're a crook you're a fake you committed
if you did it say you did it if you didn't suck it up and say you did
let's start a new heart the new charts are in
we'll tax them relax them and make them forfeit
the vote by a landslide the jekyll and hyde
mackenzie macabre she's bonnie and clyde
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downloading doves on your fancy computer
youre shooting for love in the dark
hey jude youve found her now go instant message
her name is a pretty good start
ultima sits in her bedroom in texas and
waits for her hamsters to touch
she lost her legs in a car crash three years ago
she doesnt get around much
but she is hoping someday
somebody will take her away
now that you got her a dress you can send her
a matching attachment and face
slick rhododendrons you make out of paper
with flowers that never lose shape
you have a video camera strapped to
your forehead in case she is true
smiling rewind as we die in slow motion
(as if its not happening to you)
don't blow it all at one time:
some girls are harder to find
don't be afraid of the dark ages darling,
the stage has been set and your carriage is waiting
to take you away from this place
where youll meet your bride face to face
knowing her name is enough: ultima...
foks trotting globes rotting under your fingertips
tapping for oil in vain
surely you wont think to hold it against her
she can't help that thats where she came
from
someone is hoping to find
her limbs in an auction online
knowing her name is enough:
ultima esperanza
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Sorry for swipe off
But you know they'll hunt you down
Drop every box and step back
The spring might come out
My little miss cotton
You're quite the stubborn kind
If we cant make it work
We will take it out in blood
We'll make a man out of you yet
We will cram brambles in your bed
Just close your eyes and count to ten
This is as good as it will get
And it's a little mellow whipping
A flutter to your knees
They hung two things before me
Oh the possibilities
Thank you for the warning
But I still see inside
A little global warming
Never hurt no one
We'll make a man out of you yet
A crown of thorns around your head
Get off your knees and have a look
This is as good as it will get
Don’t rest my little flower
You're getting put to use
You've always been a failure
But now you're bearing strange new fruit of hell
The insects are unwanted
Bless their little hearts (???)
I'll take the belt from off the hook
And watch the garden grow
We'll make a man out of you yet
You won't know what will hit you next
The gardener's coming to collect
You wanted love that's what you'll get
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
The gardener's coming to collect
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He told me that I knew what to laugh at
And I wanted to but I just couldn't ask if he would take it back so I could know for certain
So on the bench I watched his left hand crossing
While doubling entendres with the voicings
He said "O darling, you're charming
Please don't find it alarming if I pull this stop out to free up a hand for heavy petting"
Now there there
I'm a friendly man
I joke about sex because it's funny when you're frightened
So silently I sat and turned the pages
Recalculating our respective ages
Over my shoulder, he muttered, "If I get any older
You can hack my wrists off with your choice of objects
No, I'm kidding"
Don't be scared
I'm a friendly man
I joke about death because it's funny when you're frightened
This is as far as I could get
He jabbed a needle in my neck
Erasing all the evidence
But there were matchsticks in my pants
And if a rock should hit my head
And I remember what he did
You'll be the very first to know
Maybe I'll find out why this damn thing won't stop bleeding
He told me that I showed a great potential
That given I turned heads and pages
Fame would be a piece of cake
But practice was essential
So like a stupid child I believed it
And golly who would had agreed if
I had been Schubert or Mozart
Devoted to the fine art of perfecting absolutely everything inconsequential
Don't be sad
I'll come back again
I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be enlightened
So several decades have gone by
I am still sitting by his side
I turn the pages faithfully
He turns his head and smiles at me
And with a wink he says, "I doubt
We would be anywhere without
Your gift for keeping truth and consequence from meeting"
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We're a sorry bunch
The odds of it are such a drag my darling
I could've lost her hand
You should look where you are going
God I could have lost my life
But I would lose a hundred fights
Just as long as you were on my side
We're a sorry bunch
The odds of it are such a drag my darling
You were lost in thought
Well it won't help now to say you're sorry
They could've dropped us off
But I would skip a hundred parties
Just as long as you were in my life
Just as long as nobody knew that we were...
Here's to alcohol
Here's to chemicals
Here's to all of the things that we drink
When we want to sing like no one's listening
Just as long as you were on my side
Just as long as nobody knew
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caroline laughs and it's raining all day
she loves to be one of the girls
she lives in the place in the side of our lives
where nothing is ever put straight
she turns her self round and
she smiles and she says
this is it
that's the end of the joke
and loses herself in her dreaming and sleep
and her lovers walk through in their coats
pretty in pink isn't she
pretty in pink
isn't she
all of her lovers all talk of her notes
and the flowers that they never sent
and wasn't she easy
and isn't she pretty in pink
the one who insists he was first in the line
is the last to remember her name
he's walking around in this dress that she wore
she is gone but the joke's the same
pretty in pink isn't she
pretty in pink
isn't she
caroline talks to you softly sometimes
she says "i love you" and "too much"
she doesn't have anything you want to steal
well nothing you can touch
she waves
she buttons your shirt
the traffic is waiting outside
she hands you this coat
she gives you her clothes
these cars collide
pretty in pink isn't she
pretty in pink
isn't she
*caroline's on the table screaming
confidence is in the sea
and all their favorite rags are worn
and other kinds of uniform
they kid you you're really free
and you know what you want to be
case of individuality
until tomorrow
and everything you are you'll see
in pure shiny buttons
they put you in this gear
and driveways broken
doorbell sings in chimes
it plays anything goes
bells toll in rhyme
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I am anarchist
An antichrist
An asterisk
I am atheist
An acolyte
An alcoholic
I am eleven feet
Okay, eight
Six foot three
i am an amazon
an ampersand
an accident
I fought the British and I won
I am a rocket ship
A jet fighter
A paper airplane
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only only one that makes you real
the only thing that makes you really truly safe from me
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
I have a tendency
To exaggerate
Just a little bit
I am a plagiarist
A terrorist
Attention getter
I am optimist
A closeted
Misogynist
I fought the British and I won
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that makes you real
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that makes you real truly safe from me
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back in office
But the sun still sets on you
And your retarted party
Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to
all the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again
But the sun still sets on you
And your retarted party
Nobody came to ditch you and so you drink to
all the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again
And the punchline poisioned you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
But you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends...
Your imaginary friends...
Your imaginary friends...
your imaginary friends...
your imaginary friends...
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red brush
washing up
look I made america
hush hush
don’t don’t rush
and don’t try to care too much
brown wine
turpentine
somethings musn’t be combined
sleep now
never fear
all your animals are here
counting sheep
I lay me down to sleep
but I see a sheep that will not leave
from the back they catch him in a trap
hit his head and send him off to bed
cutting by numbers is kinder
invest in one with a silencer
all of the studies say if they’re
calm when they die then they taste better
cutting by numbers is kinder
invest in the one with the silencer
all of the studies say if they’re
calm when they die then they taste better
goodbye
olive sky
I am crying all the time
there there
don’t despair
we will find your sheep somewhere…
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all the cities in the world
and so very little time and
so many different girls...
all you have to do is find them
there's a wealth of opportunity you plan your trips accordingly
a pity but the pretty ones are usually more touristy
say how'd you like to run away from these machines?
everywhere the spies are printing out your dreams
seven stops in seven different countries
seven page itineraries memories thick as bloody marys jesus jospeh bloody hell
right now were here in boston
in love with downtown crossing
new york will still be there in the morning
come back to bed my darling
four years thrown away on vows we never kept
forty-five minutes every day religiously devoted to regret
time we could have spent on medication thrown away on education
and we planned to take a trip to scotland but we never made it
how'd you like to run away from these machines?
i had julians and steves
you had julias and jeanette s
you wear your terror on your sleeve for all the men i haven't met (yet)
i had oliver in potsdam you had elanor in amsterdam
we're keeping track so carefully we've missed the state we're in completely
honestly your foot is out the door and i've got scores of offers elsewhere and keep both
feet planted firmly in the air
and tomorrow you can totally erase me from your mind but trust me everything is fine
because
right now we're here in boston
in my apartment in the south end
forget your year in london
come back to bed my darling
you can put the details in a letter
the more embarrassing the better
right now i can be happy if i choose to
i know that in the morning i will lose you....
and maybe you'll go mad
and maybe ill go gray
and pack up to berlin
or maybe it wont matter anyway
we'll find out that your mom was right and you'll admit you're really gay
and maybe ill wake up
in a city far away
or maybe we'll make up
and buy a house and have a couple kids and labrador and microwave
but anyway
right now we're here in boston
in eden where you almost pulled your pants down
don't worry who these jokes will all be lost on
come back to bed my darling
there is nothing in the world that we can count on
even that we will wake up is an assumption
but i know for a fact that i loved someone
and for about a year he lived in boston...
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