1. |
Reality Test
00:42
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2. |
You're Busy
02:10
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EVERY TIME I CALL YOU, YOU’RE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.
YOUR ANSWERING MACHINE SAYS “HI, I’M NOT AROUND”.
BEEN SEARCHIN’ HIGH AND LOW, I COVERED ALL THE GROUND
AND WHEN YOU FINALLY GET BACK I ONLY HEAR THAT FUCKIN' SOUND.
I GUESS THAT YOU DON’T CARE IF I’M NOT HERE AND YOU’RE NOT THERE.
HERE, THERE, EVERYWHERE, SITTIN’ WITH A ZOMBIE STARE.
I WONDER WHY I’M CRYIN’, SO TIRED OF YOUR LYIN’.
I’D BE BETTER OFF TRYIN’ 911 IF I WAS DYIN’.
YOU’RE BUSY. YOU KNOCKED IT OFF THE HOOK.
YOU’RE LISTED UNDER SCUMBAG IN THE TELEPHONE BOOK.
YOU’RE ALL TIED DOWN, HUNG UP, AND DISCONNECTED.
YOU’VE GOT THE ART OF BEING AN ASSHOLE SO PERFECTED.
YOU TREAT ME LIKE A SALESMAN. HAWKIN’ CHEESE LONG DISTANCE RATES.
WHY DON’T YOU REACH OUT AND TOUCH THIS.
FEELS LIKE I’M FUCKIN' NORMAN BATES.
YOU CAN ALWAYS COME BACK HERE WHEN YOU WANT TO.
JUST GOTTA GIMME A BUZZ.
WANAMALAKA OCEAN BEACHSIDE.
IT’S EASIER NOW THAN IT EVER WAS.
YOU’RE BUSY. YOU KNOCKED IT OFF THE HOOK.
YOU’RE LISTED UNDER ASSHOLE IN THE TELEPHONE BOOK.
YOU’RE ALL TIED DOWN, HUNG UP, AND DISCONNECTED.
YOU’VE GOT THE ART OF BEING AN ASSHOLE SO PERFECTED.
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3. |
Rubber Band
02:27
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4. |
I'm Losin' You
03:01
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CLOSE YOUR EYES. GO TO THE OTHER PLACE.
BUT EVEN WHEN I’M THERE I STILL SEE YOUR FACE.
AND THERE IT GOES. YES, NOW I THINK IT’S GONE.
AND TIME RUNS OUT. BUT PART’S STILL LEFT ON.
YODEL-EH-HE-HOO. I’M LOSIN’ YOU.
AND THIS IS COOL. SITTIN’ ALL ALONE.
NOW I’M LOST. I’M STRANDED IN YOUR ZONE.
AND I’M SCARED TO DEATH, BUT I CAN FAKE IT.
AND THIS CRAZY WORLD, IT’S ALL YOURS...TAKE IT.
YODEL-EH-HE-HOO. I’M LOSIN’ YOU.
YODEL-EH-HE-HOO. WHAT’S IT WITHOUT YOU?
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5. |
Hover
02:08
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6. |
The Birds Fly Through
03:41
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SOMEONE BROKE THE WINDOWS IN MY MIND.
MUST’VE HAPPENED WHEN I WAS ASLEEP.
SOMEONE CAME AND KICKED OUT ALL THE GLASS.
NOW I’VE GOT AN AWFUL MESS TO SWEEP.
NOW THE WIND BLOWS IN AND THE BIRDS FLY THROUGH.
ALL THE PEOPLE STARE AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO.
NOT THE SLIGHTEST TRACE WAS LEFT TO FIND.
THEY DIDN'T LEAVE A REASON OR A CLUE.
SEEMS THAT I SHOULD KNOW BUT I GO BLANK,
GUESS THEY BROKE THOSE LITTLE PIECES TOO.
NOW THE WIND BLOWS IN AND THE BIRDS FLY THROUGH.
ALL THE PEOPLE STARE AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO.
NOW THE WIND BLOWS IN AND THE...
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7. |
Fade To Snow
04:49
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FIRST IT’S FUN AND DANDY IN THE FLOWER PATCH.
BUT NOW THE WIND BEGINS TO BLOW.
DRIVIN’ YOU AWAY FROM THIS CARTOON SCENE.
FADE TO BLACK. FADE TO SLEEP. FADE TO SNOW.
IN THE MORNING. IN THE NIGHT. ON THE CIRCLE OF LIFE.
I’M WALKIN’ ‘ROUND.
I SAID “MAYBE WE COULD DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT TODAY”
BUT YOU JUST FROWNED.
NO NO NO... THAT’S OK... DOESN’T BOTHER ME... NOT A BIT.
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT I’M DISTURBED?
NO NO NO... NOT ME. YAH DOE, YAH DOE, YAH DOE-OH.
THE REFRIGERATOR LIGHT POPS ON AGAIN.
AND NOW WE SEE YOUR FACE.
STARING AT THE FOOD WITH HOLLOW EYES.
WHO’S THE GARBAGE? WHERE’S THE FOOD? AND WHAT’S A WASTE?
SNORING FILLS THE HOUSE AS THE NIGHT GOES BY.
AND NOW I’M LAUGHING IN MY SLEEP.
I’M DREAMING UP THE WORLD I LIKE BEST.
I’M DREAMING OF THE WORLD I LIKE BEST.
IT’S NOT THIS ONE... SORRY... FADE TO SNOW.
I’M OUT IN THE COLD.
FADE TO SNOW.
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8. |
Stoned Again
05:16
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Come in, come in, come in, can you read me?
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9. |
Empty Brain
04:47
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FEELS LIKE THERE’S NOTHING I COULD DO
TO MAKE YOU FEEL THE SAME.
NOW THERE’S NO ONE LEFT TO TURN TO
AND THERE’S NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME.
SOUNDS LIKE THERE’S NOTHING I COULD SAY
TO MAKE YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND.
HOW COME I CAN SEE A CLOUD THAT ISN’T SILVER LINED?
OH BABY, THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU IS JUST INSANE.
I WISH I COULD ERASE THE PAIN.
NO WORDS ARE THERE. I CAN’T EXPLAIN.
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT INSIDE MY BRAIN.
SEEMS LIKE THERE’S NOTHING I COULD FEEL.
MY NERVES ARE DEAD AND GONE.
IT SEEMS SO UNREAL. I REALLY CAN’T GO ON.
LOOKS LIKE THERE’S NOTHING I COULD SEE.
JUST WANNA CLOSE MY EYES.
IT TOOK TOO LONG FOR ME TO FINALLY REALIZE.
OH BABY, THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU IS JUST INSANE.
I WISH I COULD ERASE THE PAIN.
NO WORDS ARE THERE. I CAN’T EXPLAIN.
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT INSIDE MY BRAIN.
OH BABY, THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU IS JUST INSANE.
I WISH I COULD ERASE THE PAIN.
NO WORDS ARE THERE. I CAN’T EXPLAIN.
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT INSIDE MY BRAIN.
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10. |
C'mon You Sissies
05:35
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cmo'n you sissies
I've never seen a more miserable bunch of pansies in my life
"guitar solo"
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11. |
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YOU CAN COME DOWN HERE WHEN YOU’RE FEELIN’ LOW.
JUST SAY FRANK O’ THE MOUNTAIN TOLD YOU SO.
SO PUT AN END TO YOUR SILLY CHORES.
JUST STEAL A BOAT AND HEAD FOR THE SHORES
OF THE ISLAND O’ THE GOOD THINGS.
WHERE YOU CAN EASE YOUR WEARY BONES.
SO TELL SOMEONE TO TELL THE BOSS-MAN THAT YOU DIED.
I KNOW YOU WANT TO DEEP INSIDE.
AND WE’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU HERE.
SO GET YOUR LAZY ASS IN GEAR.
AND COME TO THE ISLAND O’ THE GOOD THINGS.
WHERE YOU CAN EASE YOUR WEARY BONES.
ON THE ISLAND O’ THE GOOD THINGS.
WE HAVE NO TV, CARS OR PHONES.
I’M ON THE ISLAND O’ THE GOOD THINGS.
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12. |
Wasted
05:01
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I, I, I, I’M FEELING BETTER NOW. MUCH BETTER THAN I WAS BEFORE.
I LIKE STANDING MUCH BETTER THAN MY FACE IN THE FLOOR.
WHAT DO I DO THIS FOR? I THINK I COULD SHOW YOU
SOMETHING THAT I BROUGHT BACK. I THINK I SHOULD TELL YOU,
BUT I GUESS I’M GONNA HIT THE SACK.
I, I, I, I, I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN INTO THIS STINKIN’ WORLD.
SO SAD WHEN DEATH IS THE MOST EXCITING THING OF ALL.
WHERE DID ALL THE PAIN COME FROM? I REALLY CAN’T REMEMBER.
I DON’T CARE IF YOU EVER CALL.
CAN’T ESCAPE YOURSELF NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO.
MILES AWAY...BUT STILL I’M IN MY ROOM AT HOME.
SOMEBODY THREW MY MIND AWAY...
I NEED, I NEED, I NEED, I NEED, I NEED, I NEED,
I NEED A CHANGE. SAID THAT YOU MISSED ME.
SO WHAT?
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13. |
Show Me Your Tits
03:06
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I DON’T CARE ABOUT CARIN’ OR TALKIN’.
ALL THE WORDS JUST CRUMBLE TO BITS.
THE ONLY THING I WANT IN THIS WHOLE WIDE WORLD
IS TO SEE YOUR FUCKIN’ TITS.
I DON’T CARE ABOUT WAR OR POLITICS.
DON’T NEED A WHOLE LOTTA WITS.
STOP THE WORLD, I’M GETTIN’ OFF.
UNLESS YOU LET ME SEE YOUR FUCKIN’ TITS.
SHOW ME YOUR TITS. SHOW ME YOUR TITS.
I’LL SCREAM AND SHOUT UNTIL YOU BREAK ‘EM OUT.
SHOW ME... YOUR TITS.
I’LL STAY AWAKE FOR DAYS ON END.
I’LL DROWN IN A POOL OF ZITS.
RUN NAKED TROUGH THE CHURCH WITH FLOWERS ON MY HEAD.
JUST TO SEE YOUR FUCKIN’ TITS.
I MIGHT EVEN GIVE YOU A FINSTER.
I’LL GOBBLE DOWN A THOUSAND HITS.
I’LL CRASH MY JOB AND I’LL QUIT MY CAR.
JUST TO SEE YOUR FUCKIN’ TITS.
SHOW ME YOUR TITS. SHOW ME YOUR TITS.
I’LL SCREAM AND SHOUT UNTIL YOU BREAK ‘EM OUT.
SHOW ME... YOUR TITS.
SHOW ME YOUR TITS. SHOW ME YOUR TITS.
I’LL SCREAM AND SHOUT UNTIL YOU BREAK ‘EM OUT.
SHOW ME... YOUR TITS.
SHOW ME YOUR TITS. SHOW ME YOUR TITS.
I’LL SCREAM AND SHOUT UNTIL YOU BREAK ‘EM OUT.
SHOW ME... YOUR TITS.
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14. |
Fonty Ponty
01:27
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WELL, MY NAME IS FONTY PONTY. I’M THE LEADER OF THE BAND.
I ROAM FROM TOWN TO TOWN. I’VE GOT MY PENIS IN MY HAND.
AND ALL THE COPS ARREST ME. ‘CAUSE THEY JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND. MY NAME IS FONTY PONTY. I’M THE LEADER OF THE BAND.
I’M SEARCHIN’ FOR A FINSTER AND SOME REEFER... DON’TCHA KNOW.
I’M MARCHIN’ NAKED DOWN THE BLOCK IN WINTER’S CHILLIN’ SNOW. AND EVERYONE LINES UP TO SEE ME, LIKE A TANK OF GAS.
WELL ALL THE SQUIDS AND SHITHEADS,
THEY COULD JUST GO SUCK MY ASS.
"CAUSE, MY NAME IS FONTY PONTY. I’M THE LEADER OF THE BAND.
I ROAM FROM TOWN TO TOWN. I’VE GOT MY PENIS IN MY HAND.
AND ALL THE COPS ARREST ME. ‘CAUSE THEY JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND. MY NAME IS FONTY PONTY. I’M THE LEADER OF THE BAND.
MY NAME IS FONTY PONTY. I’M THE LEADER OF THE BAND.
MY NAME IS FONTY PONTY. I’M THE LEADER OF THE BAND.
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15. |
The Hokey Pokey
01:53
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YOU PUT CHA PANCREAS IN.
YOU PUT CHA PANCREAS OUT.
YOU PUT CHA PANCREAS IN AN’ YA SQUIRT IT AS YOU SHOUT.
YOU DO THE HOKEY POKEY, YOU RIP IT THE FUCK OUT.
THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT.
YOU PUT YOUR CIGARETTES IN.
YOU PUT YOUR CIGARETTES OUT.
YOU PUT YOUR CIGARETTES IN AND YOU SMOKE IT, YOU CHOKE IT.
YOU DO THE HOKEY POKEY, YOU BLOW SMOKE OUTCHA SNOUT.
THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT.
YOU PUT YOUR PENIS IN.
YOU PUT YOUR PENIS OUT.
YOU PUT YOUR PENIS IN AND YOU JERK IT, YOU SQUIRT IT.
YOU DO THE HOKEY POKEY. YOU SQUIRT IT EVERYWHERE.
THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT.
YOU PUT YOUR PENIS IN.
YOU PUT YOUR PENIS OUT.
YOU PUT YOUR PENIS IN AND YOU POKE IT, YOU CHOKE IT.
YOU DO THE HOKEY POKEY. SQUIRT LIKE A WATER-SPOUT.
THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT.
FUCK YOU.
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16. |
The Beer Boy
01:34
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WHEN YOU WANT THE ALCOHOL TO FLOW.
AND THE SERVICE IS JUST TOO DAMN SLOW.
WHEN YOU’RE THIRSTY AND YOU’RE ON THE GO.
IT’S THE BEER BOY. DON’TCHA KNOW.
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17. |
The Happy Hiker
00:50
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18. |
Paranoid At The Circus
01:16
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PARANOID AT THE CIRCUS.
PARANOID IN THE TENT.
LOOK AT ALL THE PEOPLE.
I SMELL AN ELEPHANT.
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19. |
Prison Bars
05:09
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YEAH YEAH. EVERYTHING'S FINE.
HOW COULD I COMPLAIN?
IF I TOLD YOU HOW I REALLY FELT INSIDE
IT WOULD TAKE DAYS TO EXPLAIN SO...
YEAH YEAH, EVERYTHING’S COOL. EVERYONE’S TAKIN’, NEVER GIVE.
WHO’S A GENIUS? WHO’S A FOOL?
I’M RUNNIN’ OUTTA REASONS TO LIVE.
YEAH YEAH, EVERYTHING’S OK. IT COULD BLOW AT ANY TIME.
BUT I’M NOT WORRIED. WHAT? WHO ME? I CAN’T SPARE A DIME.
YEAH YEAH, PEACHES AND CREAM.
BOWL O’ CHERRIES. COULDN’T BE BETTER.
SAME OLD SHIT. IT’S FABULOUS. ALL THE WORLD IS A DUMP.
BUT WHEN I SAW YOUR FACE I STARTED DREAMIN’.
SWORE I SAW A FEW THINGS START FALLIN’ INTO PLACE.
IN AN EMPTY ROOM THAT’S FILLED WITH PEOPLE SCREAMING.
HEARD THEY FOUND PRISON BARS IN OUTER SPACE.
BUT WHEN I SAW YOUR FACE I STARTED DREAMIN’.
SWORE I SAW A FEW THINGS START FALLIN’ INTO PLACE.
IN AN EMPTY ROOM THAT’S FILLED WITH PEOPLE SCREAMING.
HEARD THEY FOUND PRISON BARS IN OUTER SPACE.
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20. |
Say Goodbye
05:20
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say goodbye (in multiple languages)
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21. |
Bottom O The Barrel
02:36
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HALF A TANK O’ GAS AND A PACK O’’ BUTTS.
I’M BROKE AGAIN MAN AND IT’S DRIVIN’ ME NUTS.
NOTHIN’ TO EAT AND NOWHERE TO GO.
ANOTHER CUP O’ TEA AND MY MIND’S GONNA BLOW.
HAIR’S FALLIN’ OUT AND MY EYES ARE CAVIN’ IN.
ULTRAVIOLET RAYS ATTACKIN’ MY SKIN NOW.
GOD KNOWS WHAT’S IN THE WATER I DRINK.
WHILE THE TELEVISION SWEATS OUT SOME GOVERNMENT STINK.
WHO KILLED WHO KILLED WHO KILLED WHO KILLED WHO.
HANGIN’ OUT AT THE BOTTOM O’ THE BARREL LIKE AN ICE CUBE IN A CUP.
I FORGOT WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO EVEN THINK ABOUT STANDIN’ UP.
THREATENING LETTERS SAY SHUT UP AND PAY
OR WE’RE COMIN’ OVER HERE TO CUT THE POWER TODAY.
BUT I DON’T CARE WHAT SOCIETY DO.
I DON’T GOT ANY MONEY SO I DON’T GOT YOU.
YEAH.
HANGIN’ OUT AT THE BOTTOM O’ THE BARREL LIKE AN ICE CUBE IN A CUP.
I FORGOT WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO EVEN THINK ABOUT STANDIN’ UP.
HANGIN’ OUT AT THE BOTTOM O’ THE BARREL LIKE AN ICE CUBE IN A CUP.
I FORGOT WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO EVEN THINK ABOUT STANDIN’ UP.
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22. |
Summon The Crows
02:20
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caw, etc
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