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Foreign Body
03:51
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Something’s crept inside of me
It don’t belong
No it don’t belong
Try to force it out any way I can
But it’s in real good
In real good
Got a foreign body stuck to me
And I long to set it free
Got a foreign body stuck to me
And it won’t let me, it won’t let me
It won’t let me be
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Feel like shit
Yeah, I feel like shit
People shun me on the street
Got fear in their eyes
Fear in their guts
Haven’t slept for more than a week
Think I might die
Yeah, I could die
No one wants to be my friend
Fine with me
That’s just fine with me
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You've been running away
For what seems like ages and ages
You never told me exactly the reason why
Tried to track you down
But it was not easy
No, you were not a trackable kind of guy
And you say you don't care
And you say "It's cool, you dig"
And you say
"This could be the end of something big"
You've been cruising your own path
From what seems like the start of time
And I have yet to see
All the good that it does ya
Bet you think that you are better
Than all of us losers
Just because you got fans
Who constantly buzz ya
Something great is gonna reach the end
You've been doing your own thing
And now it seems you got yourself a niche
And who is to say that what do is not great
But every time I read between the lines
All the love that I have turns into hate
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3. |
Diary of a Plague Year
05:16
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From my body to your body
A fluid is passed
Germs are taken and germs are given
So close and so vast
From my mouth to your mouth
A seed is spawned
A gob of spit, a spurt of blood
We form a sick bond
And I breed and you breed
And we breed infectious
All over the world our disease is spreading
From my hand to your hand
All clammy with sweat
We ride along in this subway car
Tête-à-tête
You got a mask, I got a mask
We all need some protection
Spray us down with alcohol
To kill our infection
From Paris to London, from New York to Rome
From Moscow to Vienna, from home to home
From Beijing to Tokyo, from the earth to the sun
Where will you hide, where will you run
From my tongue to your tongue
A virus gets spread
I go nuts and you go nuts
When we pull on the thread
From one man to one another
It all starts with a sneeze
We pass it here, we pass it there
This human disease
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4. |
Set Yourself Free
04:57
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Over there you were a slave
Your head kept under wraps
You weren't allowed to show your face
Men got steak and you got scraps
Then you came here
Even changed your name
But in the end you wound up with more of the same
Tell me who can you blame
Ooo-wee set yourself free
Set yourself free
He used to beat you to a pulp
Left you lying in a heap
No doubt about it you were a victim
And he was a creep
Then you left him
Tried to heal your pain
But the pattern repeated again and again
You gotta break the chain
I know it's not easy
It's as tough as crack
It's hard to get that freakin' monkey
Off your back
Throw off your chains
Here's the key, set yourself free
Sometimes the hurt it runs so deep
You don't know any other way
It makes you be all that you are
It's part of your DNA
It consumes you
It's like a disease
You can't see the big ol' forest for the trees
You gotta get off your knees
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5. |
Where Have I Gone?
03:57
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I used to be a guy, a guy you used to know
But then one day I went and disappeared
No one went out looking
No one saw that I was gone
I was just that guy with a beard
Yeah, I was just a no one
A no one with no name
A no one who did nothin’ at all
Who would ever miss me
Or wonder where I been
Or look behind that big black eight ball
Where have I gone, who really knows
Not even I can say for sure
Where have I gone, who really knows
It’s bound to be some place obscure
I used be a guy, a guy who had a home
Maybe I lived next door to you
But then they built it up
And they built it out
And then some suit said toodle-oo
Me I had no choices
No place that I could go
No place that I could call my home
So I wandered all about
And I wandered all around
I wandered wherever I could roam
I used to be a guy, a guy who had a name
But then that all got taken away
I was made to feel
Like I was less than junk
Pushed aside in a classic squeeze play
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When the devil came to town
He said he was our friend
He said that that he would fix things
He didn't condescend
He spoke with such confidence
He guaranteed us jobs
And those that weren't up to snuff
He said were just a bunch of slobs
The devil came to town
He is your buddy, he is your pal
He is your lover, he is your gal
He's your doctor, he's your priest
He's the one you suspect the least
When the devil came to town
Said there's no more need to pray
He sang like Frank Sinatra
Told us we could do it our own way
He made us lots more promises
They sounded pretty good
He acted like he cared
About our very own neighborhood
I am here to gather my flock, I play guitar
And I wanna rock
Don't you doubt what I say is true
What I do I do for you
Haaa-ooooo
When the devil came to town
He made us lots of vows
A steak on every plate
From best parts of the cows
He had a steely glint in his eye
He acted real sincere
And bit by bit he lured us in
Despite our initial fear
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7. |
Sunny Window
03:31
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You can’t see me but I am there
I’m unshaven and I have messed-up hair
I want to go out, I want to shout
But you see I have so much doubt
Looking out my sunny window
At all the people down below
I’m looking out my sunny window
Just want to say hello, hello
I am ready to take a trip
Get in the car and really let it rip
But it might stall and who would I call
Cause when it gets down to it
There’s no one at all
I am hiding just out of view
No one I know of is coming to my rescue
Need a helping hand, someone to understand
Need to make it to the promised land
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8. |
Oh You Beautiful Thing
04:37
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We run with the damned
Through these howling hot days
Telephones and testimony
We sing your praise
We slide down hell's sleek slope
Desperate and lost
We hear our blood-song singing
We see our names embossed
Oh you beautiful thing
All the joy that you bring
Oh you beautiful thing
Makes me wanna sing, sing, sing
We travel by helicopter
The doomed and the cursed
We survey these ancient lands
And where the dam had burst
Inside our tiny hearts
Chambers shrouded in mystery
They open and close
Involuntarily
Our flag covers continents
Fall in a black hole
In the end we sip lemonade
On Bikini Atoll
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What are we doing
And what is the meaning
We make our plans
And darkness comes intervening
Who are we
Why do we what we do
It don’t mean nothing
Once we’re out of the field of view
We are a bunch silly old creatures
Always sassing back at our teachers
Well we laugh and we cry
And we sing our old songs
And we dance with our husbands and wives
And we live and we die
Like the billions before
All of the days of our lives
We know what we want
We know what we’re doing
What we don’t know
Is why the world is ungluing
We are so smart
At least we think so
We live out our lives
On a reality show
In a hundred years what will they think
Of the people who pushed the world
To the brink
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10. |
The Infection
05:43
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The infection was spread so easily
From one clammy hand to the next
It'd gone viral all around the world
Just like some scandalous text
And we were astonished and we were amazed
And we were perplexed
The infection leeched into our water supply
And no one seemed to care
It was borne upon the wind
It was the color of air
It came home to sleep with you
As you rested in your comfy chair
It snuck into the food we ate
It got into our favorite beers
It started coursing through our veins
It poured out of us in our tears
It crept up on us in our sleep
It came into our place of work
It took down every CEO
It took down every last stinkin' clerk
It smelled like lilacs in the spring
It tricked us with its sweet perfume
It made us want it all the more
It only brought us doom and gloom
It took us down down like a plague
It had no antidote or cure
It ravaged the entire human race
It left behind only hearts so pure
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11. |
Stick to Me
04:36
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These are my buildings
This is my city
I built it out of sand and sweat
I drained the sewers
Took out the garbage
While I drove my white Corvette
Some didn't like me
Some wanted to kill me
But somehow I am still alive
Some say I'm wicked
Some say abusive
Who would ever believe that jive
I'm sticking around
For all eternity
I'm sticking around
So stick to me
They call me Your Worship
They call me Your Honor
Yeah. they call me a whole lot of names
Like "Hey, Bub"
Or "Yo, Fool"
Call Jim or call me James
Some say I hurt them
Some say I screwed them
But they got what they deserved
They got me
Yeah, they got me
And boy, did they ever get served
Yeah, you gotta stick
Stick to me
Yeah, you gotta stick
Stick to me
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12. |
Natural Selection
05:10
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There’s an ill wind blowing
Like a lion’s roar
The civilized world
Ain’t so civil no more
People are frightened
Right down to their boots
A lifetime of waste
Has yielded strange fruits
Say goodbye to the old
Say goodbye to the weak
They’re not good for much
All them mild and meek
Natural selection gonna sort us all out
Natural selection
I got a fever
It’s a hundred and three
I got it from the girl
Sitting on the train next to me
We’re gonna spread it
From mouth to mouth
From this land to your land
From north to south
There’s too many people
With too many needs
We squeeze out toxins
Like so many bad seeds
It’s in our water
It’s in the food we eat
It’s nature’s way of saying
Trick or treat
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"It was hell," recalls former child.
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