1. |
Prisoner of War
04:50
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As painful as it was
As painful as it is
I can’t keep these feelings at bay
They are with me
For all time
An endemic not going away
There is a seed
Buried deep down inside
It is the cause of all my woe
Like a voice
That screams inside my head
It follows me wherever I go
Hard to explain it
Harder to live with
And I’m the only one to hear it
It has a language
All its own
And I’ve got reasons to fear it
And it says
Come along, come along with me
I am you’ll ever need
Come along, come along with me
I am the seed
I am the seed
I have felt it
All of my life
And I gotta say I can’t take it no more
I have fought it
But now I surrender
I am a prisoner of war
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2. |
Sunday School
04:43
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Learned about God and the Golden Rule
Learned so many things in my Sunday school
Like the blood of Christ and all things divine
And how Jesus turned the water into the wine
Learned about religion and its history
Learned about the supernatural mystery
Learned about the good and learned about the bad
And the way those Catholic schoolgirls wear that plaid
Learned about the difference between them and us
Learned about consequences if I should cuss
Learned about giving up candy for lent
And if I do wrong how should I repent
Learned about the gospels and how they apply
Learned I better not ever tell a lie
'Cause when I die I will go to hell
As sure as the nuns ring the church bell
Going back to Sunday school, all right
Going back to Sunday school, uptight
Learned that God will smite me if I am ever mean
Learned to stay away from thoughts impure and unclean
Learned about abstinence, learned to use rhythm
Learned that "jism" rhymes with "catechism"
Learned all of my prayers from that great big holy book
Learned to keep away from priests who get that funny look
Kept a code of silence all about the secret stuff
Learned to be polite and never give off any guff
Ate my fish on Friday's dipped in tartar sauce
Got down on my knees and prayed to Jesus on the cross
Learned that I must not fuss, bitch or complain
And never, ever, ever take the Lord's name in vain
Learned to tell a sinner from a saint
Learned to tell who's righteous from those who ain't
Learned when to sit and when to speak
When to take it on the chin and to turn the other cheek
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3. |
Your Buckaroo
04:54
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The last time I saw Sarah was forty years ago
And I didn’t know then that that was it for us
I still recall her skin
So supple and so brown
And now that all seems so superfluous
What really mattered then
Don’t matter no more
‘Cause I’m getting right near the end of the line
No more dreams
No more nothing at all
Of that I am adamantine
If I could I would I’d find my way on back to you
In another world we’d be scorching
You’d be my buckarette
And I would be your buckeroo
The last time I saw Sarah she was standing on her stoop
And I didn’t know she was waving bye-bye
Thought it might be mosquitos
Or perhaps a nervous tick
Or maybe she was saying hello to the sky
But she slipped from my sight
And I’ve been chasing her for years
Would be nice to see her
Even for a sec
Maybe at some dive down in Tangiers
Bet you think I’m a fool
If you ever think of me at all
Bet you think I’m a nuts
And all I say is merely folderol
The last time I saw Sarah it flat out broke my heart
And the pain it lingers on until this day
Wish I could say fuck it
Once and for all
But in the end she’s got held me in her sway
Don’t make me track you down
Or get up in your shit
It could wind up a pretty ugly scene
Hey I’m kidding
Who do you think this is
Oh my darling Clementine
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4. |
Can I Get a Scratch?
05:01
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I'm invisible now
You can see right through me
Don’t wear no underwear
‘Cause no one, no one can see
People pass me by
Just like I don’t exist
Don’t matter if I’m happy or I’m sad
If I’m peaceful or if I’m pissed
When was I last seen
It’s been so many a year
When was I last seen
No one even saw me disappear
I am a ghost
That thing that goes bump in the night
Did I spook you a little bit
Did I give you a fright
Hey I know that I don’t matter
When I’m gone I’ll be gone
I was barely a blip
A nondescript emoticon
I am out of sight
Not in a way that means I’m cool
It means I can’t be seen
Not even in the bottom of this cesspool
Don’t go a-looking
Seek and you will not find
I am but a microdot
In this wretched, wretched mankind
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5. |
Typhoid Mary
05:07
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When you got it you got it
That’s how the old saw goes
And when you got it
You spread it around
From runny nose to runny nose
It is invisible
But that don’t mean it isn’t real
And once you catch it
It will swallow you whole like a meal
Here she comes
Here she comes
Ugly, weird, and scary
Here she comes
Here she comes
Here comes Typhoid Mary
No place to run
You cough and you sniffle
And you shiver and you sneeze
You feel the kind of shitty
That brings you down, down to your knees
It courses through your veins
And fogs up bleary mind
It leaves a bitter taste
This disease of mankind
Once you got it you got it
Welcome aboard
You are now one of us now
So saith the lord
It's not ever gonna leave you
It plans to stick around
Knock, knock
Who's there
Such a sinister sound
It didn't have to be
But now it's here for all time
It will ooze through this world
Like primordial slime
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6. |
You Make Me Sick
03:56
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I don’t like ya
No not one bit
I don’t like ya
You stinking pile of shit
Keep your distance
Keep off my grass
Come any closer
I’ll kick your ass
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
Hate your guts
Hate your hair
Hate your gait
Hate your stare
Get outta my space
Get outta my town
If you don’t step off
I’ll knock you down
Tell me I’m a racist
Tell me I’m xenophobic
Tell me I’m a bigot
I’ll tell ya I’m a stoic
Tell me I’m hateful
Call me misogynistic
Tell me I’m extremist
I’ll tell you I’m realistic
I will mock you
Any way I can
Scream above the rooftops
From here to Japan
I will knock you down
From your high perch
See how you like it, baby
Being lost in the lurch
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7. |
Nothing Hurts More
04:21
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The hardest thing
The hardest thing for me to do
Is to play it, play it as it lays
The hardest thing
The hardest thing for me to do
Is living it upside down and sideways
Nothing hurts more
Than being all alone
And not have no one to love me back
Nothing hurts more
And nothing I can do
Unless I turn into an amnesiac
Just forget about it, forget about it all
The roughest thing
The roughest thing to live with
Is being addicted to Lorazepam
The roughest thing
The roughest thing to live with
Is living with just who I am
I am not young no more
And I can see all my options running out
It’s watching the witches hour glass
Or the last drip from a waterspout
The saddest thing
The saddest thing to cope with
Is that I will never live out a single dream
The saddest thing
The saddest thing to cope with
Turn off my mind, relax and float downstream
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8. |
No One Hears
05:03
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I say my piece
And I mean what I say
But my words they go flying off into space
They bring me to the stars
Lonesome and alone
Where no one knows my stupid face
Out in space no one hears you scream
Out in space life is but a dream
Listen to me
Won't you listen to me
All I'm asking is this simple plea
Listen to me
Won't you listen to me
I'm reaching my apogee
I am in my capsule
I am running out of air
And all my systems are shutting down
I gaze out a porthole
At the vastness of it all
And suddenly I am spellbound
Out in space it's as silent as a graveyard
Out in space you don't got no safeguard
Don't got no tether
Nothing holding me down
And I can feel myself floating free
Wish I were back
In your ever-loving arms
But I don't got no gravity
Out in space you don't have a telephone
Out in space you are lost and alone
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9. |
Why I Hate You
05:03
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I don't like the way you talk
I don't like the way you walk
Everything you do makes me sick
I don't like your smile
The way you move single file
Don't care to know how you tick
You got your ways and I got mine
And our two ways are always askew
That is why I hate you
I don't like the cut of your jib
The way you talk so glib
You always seem insincere
I don't like your philosophies
You ain't exactly Socrates
The way you go around spreading fear
Your customs seem tribal and antiquated
You god seems cruel, your truths untrue
That is why I hate you
I don't like the way that you stare
The way you stare unaware
I am not some sort of curiosity
Don't like your insidious laugh
The way you crane your neck like a giraffe
Like you're trying to see through me
You want what you want what you want
And you do what you must do
That is why I hate you
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10. |
Holy Day
04:34
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Sleep in
Half-past one
Nowhere to go
Nothing under the sun
Fry up an egg
Hash brown fries
Lie on the chaise
Dreaming butterflies
Holy, holy
This holy day
This holy day
I’m on my way
On my way
Chill out
Clozapine
Listen to Ella
Read a magazine
Contemplation
Find my zen
Atheistic
Or born again
Take a toke
Love my herb
Put up a sign
Do not disturb
Nod off
Mid-afternoon
The end’s a-coming
Much too soon
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11. |
Angel of Death
05:41
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Looks like I’m in the very final length
Of the latter part of my of life
And when I look back my feelings are mixed
There’s things I’ve done
And things I wished done did
Most of my shit is broke and can’t be fixed
As I limp to the end of the road in this finale episode
The angel of death is covering me
As the sky above turns black I feel its breath on my back
The angel of death is covering me
Got more memories than I can use
Wish I could unload 'em
But there seems to be no way I can let them go
There’s the shit with all the women I married
And the shit with my family
And all the other shit I did for no reason I know
There’s nothing that I can do about it
There’s nothing that I can change
And the world I find myself living in
Has gone from weird to downright strange
Well I know you’ve heard this story before
From every complaining old codger
But just wait your turn and see how you fare
This thing about time is that there’s never enough
But most of us just don’t know it
Until you open the cupboard to find it threadbare
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12. |
A Tale in Hard Times
03:32
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A seed of doubt got planted
By a very, very bad man
Now nothing, nothing's to be believed
Who's fault is it, who can we blame
When we were so easily deceived
Take the sun from my heart
Let me learn to despise
I'll show you another who cannot tell lies
The blind man can't see
Who demands to his eyes
I'll show you another who sings as he cries
A tale in hard times
A germ of hate got planted
From a filthy, filthy wind
Now it's taken root like invasive weeds
Should have yanked it out
When we had the chance
Now look at all its dastardly deeds
I cannot be whole
As the beggar who sighs
I'll show you another who knows as he dies
It's a tale in hard times
A plague got hold of us
And it would not let us go
And now it will be here forever
Had a chance to kill it
But that chance is long gone
Like every other human endeavor
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