1. |
Year Of The Ox
04:56
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Wake up
And start the machines
Get off
Remove yourself from bed
Draw out
The old bath water
Lay down
And submerge your head
You never give up
You never stop breathing
Despite the water filling up your lungs
You never stop breathing
Godspeed
Engine monsters
Stay greased
Lubricate your head
Master of the human race
Savior of both time and space
Multiply for majesty
And divide for destiny
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2. |
God Of Small Things
04:12
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Just take the money
And get the hell on out of here
If not for money
Then how in the world
Would you disappear?
I'm not for loving
So get your hands out of my hair
I died for nothing
Don't call my name I'm not even there
I can't even try to tell
Why you'd vandalize yourself
Because your skin can only be cut so deep
Punch open the mouth of Hell
Grab your soul while she exhales
You're too beautiful not to be set free
Please don't kill yourself you belong to me
I'm tired of running
My tendons are torn and I need a rest
This isn't funny
God, pull your dagger out of my breast
I remember living
And searching the world for a better life
I'm tired of running
Please tell the world that I said goodbye
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The problem with kids today
They're bred and born for symmetry
Like Sodom, the fire will rain
And burn Gomorrah to smithereens
The mothers will always blame
Goth Rock & Roll and Nintendo games
The others form a brigade
Of doctors sworn to medicate
Our blood
Ingrained
With love
To violate
New Worlds
With new hate
Young ones
Be afraid
And that's exactly how the west was won
Straight through the barrel of a loaded gun
That those damn kids were just shooting for fun
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When the ship touched down
And the metal hit ground
Everyone ran in fear
From the deafening sound
The galactic band
Played for hours on end
But our human ears
Couldn't hear the sound of space
Hop on aboard and let's make haste
Spaceage Stockholm syndrome
Where did you come from?
Where you going?
Do you mind if I follow?
I want to see you
Up on Neptune
Lead the way and I'll follow
Where did you come from?
Where you going?
Do you mind if I follow?
We'll start a family
In a sunbeam
Form a better tomorrow
Apollo,
I follow
When they built Stonehenge
We were primitive then
Think a God could cause
Such an act of man?
Sharing DNA
Like a permanent stain
Now they're back again
To take us all away
Let's jump this town to outer space
Space age Stockholm syndrome
Io, Europa
Amalthea
Callisto, Ganymede, Leda
Elara, Carpo
Thebe, Themisto
Carme, Adrastea
Where did you come from?
Where you going?
Do you mind if I follow?
I want to see you
Up on Neptune
Lead the way and I'll follow
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5. |
Better Than He
02:57
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Hammurabi
Manifesto
Everybody jump-start your body
Cut their feet off
Make 'em walk slow
Everybody give up your body
I'm better than He
Conquer and seek
Knock your door down
We hate you now we're gonna break you
I'm a big freak
With a big mouth
I hate you Mesopotamia
I'm better than He
His baby's bald
Her baby's blue
Which one reminds me of You?
I'm better than He
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6. |
Patria O Muerte
03:59
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We walked for miles
At a steady place
In desert sand
Through time and space
You love to lie about your age
You've been alive since the first page
You never read between the lines
I killed the king
And drained out his blood
It mixed with the sand
And turned into mud
We saw the dawning of new life
Raining betwixt cracks in the sky
It damn near blind our virgin eyes
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7. |
Sister Francis
02:48
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Hello Sister Francis
It's nice to hear your voice
I'm calling from Atlantis
Where real estate is choice
I'm sorry I left early
But dry land was too hard
I know that you love me
But love can kill a heart
Because love,
Love is a terrible, terrible thing
Love, love is a terrible, terrible thing
Hello Devonshire
I heard you're feeling blue
The pigeons on the wire
Are gossiping about you
They say that you're frightened
By monsters in the dark
Just try to love them
And they will spare your heart
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8. |
Echo Park
03:00
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Their heart beats hard
Like bass drum kicks
It's always thumping around
The Sunset Strip
The Earth is hot
And melting quick
It's always spinning around
It makes me sick
Stay to the right...
The air we breathe
It smells like shit
And when the sun's going down
The freaks get hip
We heard a voice
From them there hills
It said to stay to the right
Or go get killed
Los Angeles mold
Is silver and gold
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9. |
Melina
03:14
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Ever since Melina came
You should've seen her scream
You know she really goes
Everyday at church she prays
And wears her skirt in ways
She'll make your garden grow
Well maybe you care
And maybe you don't
Maybe you should
But maybe you won't
Maybe I'm good
Tell me I'm good
Because we love, love, love
To get off the same way on everyday
But it's tough, tough, tough
To get off with you nagging constantly
So go away
You lazy dame
I can see Melina
Aging like patina
Still she makes adrenal flow
This is what we lie for
This is what we die for
Just to bake our sourdough
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10. |
Champagne & Cigarettes
02:36
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Lay me on the grass
And kiss these bones they taste much better than
Champagne & cigarettes
Let's undress and confess sinful plans
And I, I want to take you down
I want to spin you around
And make you pay for what you did
Did you not notice that he's just a kid?
He drank himself to death
Binging on champagne and cigarettes
And I, I want to kneel you down
I want your head to the ground
And make you pray for what you did
Pay for what you did
Pray for what you did
Pay for what you did
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11. |
The Complete Robot
04:38
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I don't want to say
That things are okay
You should be afraid
Of the things I feel
If you want to know
All the things I know
You will have to grow
A soul made of steel
I can tell by the look in your eye
You've got a bone to pick
And that bone is mine
I'll tell you again that I was always your friend
But I'm mechanical
And I can't fit in
I'm thinking there's a machine in my head
I think it wants me dead
This machine in my head
I'm thinking that my bones are made of steel
Inside from head to heel
It's something I can feel
If you want to do
All the things I do
I can solder you
Electric ideal
Rewire your brain
Oil in your veins
There will be no pain
Synthetic appeal
I can tell by the look in your eye
That your unhappy now
And you want me to die
I'll tell you again that I was always your friend
But I would self destruct
To end all of this
Like a Catherine Wheel
I will spin
Spiraling to Hell for
Robotic sin
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12. |
Random Acts Of Violence
03:05
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Ever get the feeling that we've been here before
Screaming, punching, yelling, kicking feet on the floor
You know it's bad for you
Because it's bad for you
Maybe you're indifferent or maybe you're bored
Maybe Jesus loves you but I think you're a whore
You know I'm onto you
Oh yes I'm onto you
What's good for the cure
Is good for the pain
I will say what I said
'cause in the morning I'll be dead
And I will say what I said,
"Out in the morning"
You could have been famous had you never performed
Random acts of violence on things you adore
You know they want you to
When they don't want you to
Thought you were a killer since the day you were born
Could have been the lover that you were once before
Before they conquered you
Oh yes they conquered you
What's good for the fuhrer
Is good for the reign
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Here we go
It's time for sex
Animals
In full effect
And it's wrong, wrong, wrong
I work all day
Animal
Animals
Kneel for sex
Rock and Roll
From Planet X
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