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Uhhlll
03:10
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You never gave me anything that I could ever hold
You never gave me anything that ever meant anything
Your phony attitude doesn’t show me anything
And I don’t miss you
I never missed you
I wish I had missed you
UHHLLL
You never wanted me to be anything at all
You never wanted anything that made me anything
You never showed me anything to me ever at all
And I don’t miss you
I never missed you
I wish I had missed you
UHHLLL
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If Looks Could Kill
03:12
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You look so good when you’re playing it hard.
You look so good in the mirror at home.
You’ve got the looks that the kids adore.
You’ve got the style that the kids adore.
If looks could kill, then you’d kill yourself.
You’ve got not problems with yourself.
You’ve got no love, but you’ve got your health.
You know the games and you play them all well
And all the rest of earth can go to Hell.
If looks could kill, then you’d kill yourself…
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Four Blank Walls
03:55
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As time has flown away
Some things never change
My sentiment stays the same.
Now that I’ve flown away
Who is left to blame
For what went wrong
So, is it
Just a mirror or
Four blank walls you see today?
Some friends have told me
That I have grieved in vain
Never really known this
“til of late.
Now that I found a way,
I could have skipped the pain
Form what went wrong.
So, is it
Just a mirror or
Four blank walls you see today?
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Eat Your Television
02:41
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One more day in as a slave
One less day until your grave
Hardly got your body through the door
Images of perfection
Shooting forth in your direction
‘Til your eyes can’t take it anymore
Eat your television
Stuck all day on your TV
Stuck in some dumb fantasy
Making up for all the dreams you’ve lost
Spend more time than with your wife
Change the channel, don’t change your life
It’s easier than being your own boss
Eat your television
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See
03:23
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I don’t see any sense anymore
And I’m trying to see what’s left
Modern man is so lifeless now
I could drown in a sea of milk
Modern man in a city of slums
Doesn’t have much care, just some guilt
Now the city boy just smiles and parties
While his mother’s being raped by the world
I can’t say I feel
That pissed or worse at all
I sit down and try to unwind and
Laugh at this screwed up world
Join the Navy and see the world
I’d as sooner want to see all the wars
In my neighborhood I’ve seen enough
I feel lost in the blinding light of sin
Modern man’s one big run down boulevard
And he’s never ever going anywhere
I feel funny when I think of the future
Used tires and whores everywhere
I believe in living freestyle
Just end up where it sends me
That’s all you’ll see in me
I seem to lose so well
Now you see why I sit here and cry by myself
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Opiate
04:20
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Here you are,
A modern folk with modern minds,
Blindly hoping in a man
That still can't be found,
And depending upon his return.
Can't you believe that what he said is true,
Without the fairy tales
And the magic tricks to serve you,
To keep the attention
Of your adoring congregation?
I don't care if he rose from the dead,
As long as he teaches how to live...
Because if one thing is true,
Once you or I die,
We ain't never coming back.
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I’ll See You Yesterday
02:52
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Time to end this little war
I won’t come anymore
You’ll never see my face again
Was it hard to let me go
Or did you even know
Or care how much you meant to me
Guess I’ll have to live and learn
How not to get me burned
Just for the sake of love, my dear
You live and learn and learn to live
You take what you get and learn to give
You wish for a second that things would be what they were… once
Guess I’ll go off on my way
I’ll see you yesterday
Was it much too much to ask
That we didn’t move too fast
Or did you only need a friend
Someone to take care of you
Share the thrills and see you through
And be your only lonely one
I couldn’t fit the job myself
So you ran to someone else
Pretending you’re in love again
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Slamming the Door
03:37
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O.K. now stop right here
Let me give you kids a hand
Don’t think for a minute
I expected you to understand
So don’t bother to shut me out
I’ll show myself on out
I’ve had enough of you
I know what you’re about
Slamming the door
You seem to pride yourself
On being so unique
But meet someone who’s really real
And watch you start to freak
You talk of freedom
But you don’t know what it means
So keep on looking at yourself
And looking down on me
And keep on
Slamming the door
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My Life sucks.
My life sucks and I can’t help it.
AHHHHAHHH HAHHH HAHHH…
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Do I Give You…?
02:46
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Do I give you the creeps?
Well you can eat my MEAT!
I got the word to me on what you said
You been going ‘round town all talking shit.
You think I’m fucked up? You’re the one who’s sick!
You think I’m weird, well, you can suck my dick!
Do I give you the creeps?
Well, you can eat my MEAT!
I can’t believe all the fucked up things you said
All the drugs you’re taking must be going to your head
No one in this town is going to buy your lies one bit.
You don’t like my attitude? Then eat shit!
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007
02:31
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She tried to get me to admit to stuff she didn't know about 'til
two days before she stank up my stoop
I played along and found out what she was really all about
I should kill you
But I don't really want to
I should kill you
But I'm not really going to
They thought they had it made in the shade
Turn me into another jack fool
After she kicked it from AIDS
I kept ahead of the half-steppers
Now they'd better run
'Cause if they cross my path,
You know they'll get the broomstick.
I should kill you,
But I don't really want to
I should kill you
But I'm not really going to...
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Iga
03:25
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IGA knows what you want.
Step into the temple of the almighty IGA.
Please have your sacrificial gift ready in the form of checks, dead
presidents, or United States Department of Agriculture Food
Stamps.
As you wander our many hallowed halls, please pay respect to the
exalted god IGA.
Sure, there are other gods to be worshipped, such as Lucka,
Albertsoni, or Stoppa Shoppa, but these false deities pale in
comparison to the light of the glory of the beauty of the one and only
deity IGA.
Because, unlike other gods of our pagan consumerist society…
IGA KNOWS WHAT YOU WANT.
Yeah, IGA knows what you want.
He knows when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake.
He knows what you buy.
He knows when you’ve got that big date and need more condoms,
toothpaste and deodorant.
HE knows what kind of food you feed your pets.
He knows when it’s that time of month. He knows all.
Surely, IGA knows what you want.
So give in.
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Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah
06:01
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There are a lot of folks who once I thought were real close friends
Who never try to call or come up to my door.
I guess it has to do with my quitting alcohol and drugs.
They just don’t think that I’m a-happenin’ anymore.
But still, I don’t regret my having given up my substance use,
Despite the fact they think I’m now a bore.
Because not have I learned who my friends really are,
I’ve also figured out what friends are really for.
They’re not convenient dope connections just to score a bag,
Or pitch in money for a twelve-pack every night.
I’m sorry if I started taking stock in my priorities,
And figuring that something isn’t right.
So, to my former party partners, let me tell you all,
I can’t apologize for 20/20 sight.
And if you now consider me as holier than thou,
You’d better watch your words, ‘cause I might prove you right.
The kids around this town see me and think that I’m
a narc or something,
They don’t tryst me ‘cause I’m much too old.
But they’re the ones to talk, like, they have grown up much too fast.
Their garbage culture is already growing mold.
They’ve nothing new to say, they just go retrograde a couple
decades,
And they pick and choose what they can use.
If I see one more TV ad for one more CD set of lousy music,
I predict that I will puke.
And when I see kids half my age in retro clothes, I only feel
the styles sucked then, and now they’re even worse.
Like choking on some cultural regurgitated cud,
Like some witch doctor gave the world a potent curse.
It makes me want to pay a shaman handsomely to put a whammy
On those bastard fashion fascists… Oo,
And maybe with a little luck, the economy will collapse
And they’ll be forced to be unemployed grunge bums too.
Some of these rushed limbo types get pissed off when I speak my mind,
Like I’m some threat to their security.
They mumble nasty lies about my sex life underneath my breath,
With lame ass joking threats of killing me.
Ah, but I know that they lack the guts to really take me out.
Yeah, they prefer to pull their nasties covertly.
And plus, they’re scared of being caught and sent to prison
Where they’d have to pay in cigarettes to guard their booties.
And they’re the first to talk about how tax bucks need to build more
prisons (allegedly to get more tough on crime),
While cutting social programs. Gee, that makes a lot of sense.
You all wear watches, but you sure don’t know the time.
You claim to have the answers to the problems that we face,
And there are millions listening to your vocal sounds.
But twenty years from now we’ll be correcting all your damage
While you’re wearing maggots six feet in the ground…
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