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Anonymity Anonymous
02:40
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I spend all my hours on the Internet
Arguing with people that I've never met
Like bearsfan34 from Joliet
What a tool
Writing the prescription for society's ills
Serving up the insults so I get my thrills
Proper punctuation isn't one of my skills
but that's cool
I've got courage if I never prove I have it
I've found that my anonymity's become a habit
Anonymity anonymous
If you get offended guess you don't get the joke
But please don't call me out cuz I'm a sensitive bloke
My swagger tends to dissipate like secondhand smoke
on the breeze
My personality's a digital invention
The analog is barely worth a mention
Won't somebody can't somebody pay attention to me please?!
My name's no one and I'm desperate for approval
Too bad that my latest comment is flagged for removal
Oh no!
Anonymity anonymous
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Vital
03:11
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Your heart, your mind, the feeling in your gut are what you call you
Can I be vital to you too?
I can beat I can think I can fly or maybe
Fight for survival with you too
Oh no we won't win this alone
It's time for recirculation
The ways the means the blood we give the currency we print to live
Is any of this vital?
Take my breath and take my pulse because we're not gonna make it
Your jobs, your screens, the writing on your wall can all be killed
Cuz they don't define you or your views
I get rich I get drunk I get bold and sign my
Name to the title with no clue
Of how I'm gonna repay this loan
It's time for repatriation
The speech the press the arms we bear the grievances that gasp for air
Now don't call this revival
Take a breath and take my hand because we might just make it
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3. |
Off My Meds Again
02:34
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I'm off my meds again and you seem cooler than you used to be to me
Flushed my drugs down the can and sold them to the Afghan down the street so you and I can finally live in peace
Take you out to dinner give you foot massages and quiz you on your Cosmopolitan magazine
Take long walks down the beach I'm falling in love all over again why can't you see?
No more benzodiazepine
I'll self-medicate with coke and weed
I'm off my meds again
So I quit my job started wearing Birkenstocks and smoking weed every single day
Just a phase I'm going through be back on top really soon it's just a matter of time
I blame it on society and don't forget who runs the world a bunch of stupid pigs
I'm not the one who is sick the world's gone mad and I need me another fix
No more benzodiazepine
I'll self-medicate with coke and weed
I'm off my meds again
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4. |
Paranoid Style
02:40
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No place is safe except my head
I'll trust no one until they're dead
And they will never take my barrels full of yellowcake oh no...
No no no no no no
I am become afraid here comes the fire brigade oh no...
No no no no no no
You know I'm well prepared
To turn this town to dust just to prove that I'm not scared
All signs are pointing to the end
I'd sooner break than have to bend
These are the latter days third act of this awful play oh no...
No no no no no no
The Mayans counting down might work the next time round oh no...
No no no no no no
You know I speak the truth
I'll shear this flock of sheep if they keep demanding proof
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5. |
Dead Wrestlers
01:46
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In a mountain town in France a giant once did dwell
Seven-four or maybe more these things are hard to tell
Soon enough he found his fame inside the circle squared
They said no man could bodyslam and few would even dare
Ten dozen beers in just one night well that couldn't keep him down
A crooked back then a heart attack pile drived him underground
And it's one... two... One, two, three, dead
Wrestlers, dead wrestlers caught in the reaper's pin
A sleeper hold, it all goes cold he ain't gettin' up again
Wrestlers, dead wrestlers their final bell has rung
No pay-per-views, or backstage feuds just broke and dying young
The Junkyard Dog has been put down there's no more Perfectplex
And old Rick Rude is now worm food like Miss Elizabeth
Bam Bam's flame is doused for good The Earthquake has grown still
Big John Studd naps in the mud beside Bobo Brazil
Hulkster and Steve Austin for now might have their health
When the Undertaker meets his maker he can undertake himself
And it's one... two... One, two, three, dead
Wrestlers, dead wrestlers caught in the reaper's pin
A sleeper hold, it all goes cold he ain't gettin' up again
Wrestlers, dead wrestlers their final bell has rung
No pay-per-views, or backstage feuds just broke and dying young
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6. |
Not a Goddamn Thing
02:49
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These arms they're not mine that I see spilled round your shoulders
I sense the verve you can't extinguish but instead let smolder
It's all been laid out clear to me and I won't deny it
Opacity might grant this fleeting wish if you'd like to try it
I came, I saw and well, let's call it a draw because I'm
back where I began and that's not next to you
and there's not a goddamn thing that I can do
I do my best not to behave so jealous-hearted
And even though we're doomed you tempt me as if we've just started
The bottles we don't break we'll save and then fill with candles
We'll drink the rest and toss the empties from the car like vandals
I came and went I think I should charge you for rent because whenever I'm alone I swear you're next to me
but there's not a goddamn thing that I can see
no there's not a goddamn thing that I can see
no there's not a goddamn thing that I can see.............
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7. |
King of Northside
02:00
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Never dreamed of lanes like this
Don't think you can outbowl me
Two fifty three no one better than me
Gonna bag a turkey tonight
All the pins down there
Knock down every spare
Have a pitcher a beer and make some pins disappear
I'm the king of all Northside
League guys drink too much beer
That's why these jerks are still freaking here
Drunken games and truck stop dames
Every night I'm a king that they revere
All the pins down there
Knock down every spare
Have a pitcher a beer and make some pins disappear
I'm the king of all Northside
Seven ten still hanging round
Gonna knock those bastards down
Drop the hook the ball smokes and cooks
And hoist the trophy up off the ground
All the pins down there
Knock down every spare
Have a pitcher a beer and make some pins disappear
I'm the king of all Northside
The king of Northside!
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8. |
Beer
03:22
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If I had to place my bet before the deck was even cut
I'd lay my chips on a joker that looks like you
I'll go get us two more beers. We're still trying to break even
I guess that someone else can drive us home.
Don't believe that this will last forever
Tonight's just a wish to deny the dawn
Heads are spinning in smaller and smaller circles
But like an axis you're right there for me to center my world on
Don't give me a motivation to make things more complicated
Cuz my deepest dreams are nothing you wanna hear
I'd like to think that I'm fairly handsome and the girls ain't paid to smile
But their voices sound as spent as dollar bills
Don't believe that this will last forever
Tonight's just a wish to deny the dawn
Heads are spinning in smaller and smaller circles
But like an axis you're right there for me to center my world on
All the world's a basement stage and we are merely beer-drenched players
Paradise is disguise for an hour or two
I thought my mask was something special but as dawn sneaks through the doorway
I see it's just a joker who looks like you
Don't believe that this will last forever
Tonight's just a wish to deny the dawn
Heads are spinning in smaller and smaller circles
But like an axis you're right there for me to center my world on
Yeah you're right there for me to center my world on
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9. |
Awareness
01:37
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You cast a blight on all you seek
So full of spite I can’t believe
That you call me one of your friends
It’s time we brought that to an end
Awareness eludes the weak
The burden of us who seek
To rise above the tide
Your face you cannot hide
You stab my back and kiss my cheek
But we all know that you can’t speak
The truth of who you are and why
The peace you offer is a lie
Awareness eludes the weak
The burden of us who seek
To rise above the tide
Your face you cannot hide
Liar, sacrilege, fool, bringing all that shit!
Clown, beggar, it’s over, this is it!
Awareness eludes the weak
The burden of us who seek
To rise above the tide
Your face you cannot hide
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10. |
Tick
03:07
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Fuck you tick
You think you're pretty neat
With your stupid little jaws
And your stupid spirochetes
Fuck you tick
I never asked to be your host
You ain't sleepin' on the futon
And I ain't fixin' you no toast
And I know all you want from me
Is a cheap meal, a cheap meal
And I know I would love to see
You squashed underneath of my heel...
Fuck you tick
I sure hope you got your fill
Cause I'm getting pretty tired
of taking all these pills
Fuck you tick
You know I'm glad that you got fat
And now a lonely fate awaits you
Unloved by even cats
And I know all you saw in me
Was a bullseye, a bullseye
And I know all you'll ever plead
Is your parasitic alibi
You suck, you suck, you suck, you suck!
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