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The Undo Man
03:35
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When I’m lost in the thick of desire,
I’ve got a way of coming unglued.
Crying out like a one man choir,
But I am too weak to carry the tune.
I don’t know where I’ve been or who I am.
Afraid I am the undo man.
Pave the way to a happy home.
I’ll break away. You’ve been warned.
(You’ve been warned.)
When I’ve found my latest provider,
I’m like a leech on the blood of the new.
I choke it down like a two legged spider.
I’m up the wall on my hunt for you.
I don’t know where I’ve been or who I am.
Afraid I am the undo man.
Pave the way to a happy home.
I’ll break away. You’ve been warned.
Memories, they escape my mind.
Each day is like I’m reborn.
You’ve been warned.
(You’ve been warned.)
Exit up ahead
I got my feelings pigeonholed
Needle in the red
I drive myself miserable
Brain is feeling dead
The heart is atypical
Passion has been bled
From the spirit and the physical
I don’t know where I’ve been or who I am.
Afraid I am the undo man.
It’s been this way I can’t complain.
At least I can forget your name.
Pave the way to a happy home.
I’ll break away. You’ve been warned.
Memories, they escape my mind.
Each day is like I’m reborn.
You’ve been warned.
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2. |
Do Snakes Have Brains?
03:31
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Doo-wop.
With a grizzly across the shoulder
And Black Stallion at the hip,
She eats the hand that feeds her
Another Red Man to the lip.
No one can control her.
She’s the roller derby queen.
Donna causing drama
When she’s on that roller rink.
Do Snakes Have Brains?
He’s got whisky in his tango.
He is cutting off both his sleeves.
His ‘99 Silverado
Vomits smog into the breeze.
His metabolic downshift
Will not downsize his jeans.
He stands on scales of snake skin
As he watches Donna Dean.
Do Snakes Have Brains?
Fly
Fist first.
Slingshot Dean through the pack.
Breaks necks.
On the lacquered floor.
Can I get your number?
Can I call it anytime?
Can I come on over
When my prospects have run dry?
Sit up, throw your shoulders back. Babe,
Hop up in my ride.
Talk to me so filthy
While you look me in the eye.
Haven’t got the time
to sit and lie just to please you.
Drop me off right here
And I won’t have to see you cry.
Otherwise I’m coming down
To bust you tween the eyes
Feeling oh so fine on my own grind,
I don’t need you.
What a piece of mind, can’t describe
If I tried. I‘m on my time.
Fly
Fist first.
Slingshot Dean through the pack.
Breaks necks.
On the lacquered floor.
Doo-wop.
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3. |
Breakfast (In Bed)
03:16
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I’ll make you breakfast if you do the dishes.
I smile and I say ok.
The weatherman, he calls for a pretty nice weekend.
Whatcha wanna do today?
She said I think I’ll have my car fixed.
I said well, why don’t I take a look?
She said the last time you did that, baby,
My engine, it rattled and shook.
I’m friends with your mother,
I’m good to your dad,
I won’t have no other,
How you like that?
I spoke to your brother.
I made him mad.
He knows where I’m living.
How you like that?
I think I’ll go hit the park and smoke.
She says no, I don’t like weed.
But you were on last night and the night before that.
Tell me baby, what do you mean?
She said I only smoke when I want to.
And around you I don’t.
I could feel fine, getting so high
But around you I just won’t.
I’m friends with your mother,
I’m good to your dad,
I won’t have no other,
How you like that?
I spoke to your brother.
I made him mad.
He knows where I’m living.
How you like that?
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4. |
Move On
03:34
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Missing out on missing you, say goodbye so I can too. (Move on.)
“They don’t care? That ain’t fair.” She said.
Missing out on misery close my eyes so I can see... (Nothing.)
“They don’t care? I’m right there.” She said.
How could I let you down?
Missing out on missing you, say goodbye so I can too. (Move on.)
Missing out on misery close my eyes so I can see...(Nothing.)
“They don’t care? That ain’t fair.” She said.
“They don’t care? I’m right there.” She said.
Out of time, out of place, out of my mind trying to save face. Move on.
Out of time, out of town, how could I let you down?
Alright, got my eyes shut tight.
Got my curtains drawn to erase the light.
Oh, the grass is green on the other side
Until the blades get dry and the field ignites.
Hand in hand, we will stand and fan
The flames of blame as the ashes rain.
Tell me how you feel right now
So I can end it all with a final bow.
Out of time, out of place, out of my mind trying to save face. Move on.
Out of time, out of town, how could I let you down?
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5. |
Morning Ritual
03:51
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Face down as I am bawling like I’m born again.
The fall from my high horse would kill a man.
I made my bed
look what I’m lying in.
Morning ritual.
Sun will breach my eyes.
It will burn on bright.
I take it as a sign,
I’ll never go outside.
How bout I just dress like you?
Give each day my best like you?
Handle all the rest like you?
Call it what you want.
Morning ritual.
Call it what you want.
Morning.
Face down as I am bawling like I’m born again.
The fall from my high horse would kill a man.
I made my bed
Look what I’m lying in.
Morning ritual.
Disarmed, caught a cold in the heat of it.
The dirt beneath my nails as I get a grip.
Dig in, toe to toe against a loaded clip.
Morning ritual.
The sun will bleach my eyes.
It will turn out fine.
Take it as a sign, dear.
Never go outside.
How bout I just speak like you?
Take in all I see like you?
Why can’t I just be like you?
Call it what you want.
Morning ritual.
Call it what you want.
Morning.
Face down as I am bawling like I’m born again.
The fall from my high horse would kill a man.
I made my bed
Look what I’m lying in.
Morning ritual.
Disarmed, caught a cold in the heat of it.
The dirt beneath my nails as I get a grip.
Dig in, toe to toe against a loaded clip.
Head high so they know you ain’t faking it.
Break down like your two seater beater did.
Break down like your two seater beater, kid.
Break down like your two seater beater did.
Break down like your two seater beater, did.
All the way through the floor.
Got me reaching through the boards.
Oh, the ceiling won’t hold my hand.
Face down as I am bawling like I’m born again.
The fall from my high horse would kill a man.
I made my bed
Look what I’m lying in.
Morning ritual.
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6. |
Talk and Talk and Talk
03:43
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(From the English Adaptation of One Note Samba by Antônio Carlos Jobim)
This is just a little samba
Built upon a single note.
Other notes are bound to follow,
But the root is still that note.
Now this one is the consequence
Of the one we've just been through.
As I'm bound to be the unavoidable
Consequence of you.
There's so many people who can
Talk and talk and talk
And just say nothing
Or nearly...
I have used up all the scale I know
And at the end I've come to nothing
Or nearly nothing.
So I came back to my first note,
As I must come back to you.
I will pour into that one note,
All the love I feel for you.
Anyone who wants the whole show
Re-mi-fa-sol-la-si-do
He will find himself with no show.
Better play the note you know.
There's so many people who can
Talk and talk and talk
And just say nothing
Or nearly...
I have used up all the scale I know
And at the end I've come to nothing
Or nearly nothing.
There's so many people who can
Talk and talk and talk
And just say nothing
Or nearly nothing
There's so many people who can
Talk and talk and talk
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7. |
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Dripping off the lip,
Can I have a sip?
A sip of that shit,
The shit that makes me sick.
Enema twist is all I get.
Guess I’m an ass,
An asinine gas.
Twist so fine.
Tell me all the time,
Complain with no wine.
Twist so fine.
Tell me all the time,
Complain with no answer to...
Are you true?
Why so blue?
I need you
To bend me til I’m broken in two.
Rent is in the can.
Can I have a hand?
A hand in my plan
of living on the lamb.
Head in the sand,
I’m hiding once again.
Hiding from the spite
That stalks me at night.
Twist so fine.
Tell me all the time,
Complain with no wine.
Twist so fine.
Tell me all the time,
Complain with no answer to...
Are you true?
Why so blue?
I need you
To bend me til I’m broken in two.
Hold my tongue with both your hands
When I Twist the truth.
Stretch it like a rubber band
Or pull it like a tooth.
When I cry about it.
Barrel to her lip.
Can I have a sip?
I sip until I drip.
Go rolling down her hip.
Guess I’m at my wits
Ending in my fifth
Liquid courage feign
Encouraging my shame.
Twist so fine.
Tell me all the time,
Complain with no wine.
Twist so fine.
Tell me all the time,
Complain with no answer to...
Are you true?
Why so blue?
I need you
To bend me til I’m broken in two.
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8. |
Spin My Head Around
02:22
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Wait, want to make her stay only for a day. Only when she spins my head around now. Want to feel the crowd.
They won’t believe me now.
Only when I spin my head around,
Spin my head around now.
Only when I’m found eating off the ground.
Only when I’m down, only when I wait.
Hate to fill my plate. I haven’t ate in days.
I’m hungry when you spin my head around now.
Another king to crown.
Pretend like you know how.
Imagine that you spin my head around, please.
Everything I need waiting in the wings.
I’ll get it when I spin my head around,
Spin my head around now.
Only when I’m found eating off the ground.
Only when I’m down, only when I’m down..
Only when I let my eyes open.
Only when I’m found eating off the ground.
Only when I’m down.
Only when I let my eyes open.
Let my eyes oh...
(Pen) pressed into the page. Held until it breaks.
Picture that you spin my heat around tight.
Right between the eyes, from finger to the thighs.
Touch me like you spin my head around,
Spin my head around.
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9. |
Sequel of the Times
07:43
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Body on the radiator, I’m cooking in my Coupe de Ville.
I got my ignition missing, I’ll just push it on down the hill.
All my gears in line. (Every time, living in the sequel of the times.)
Crash my own pity party. A sore thumb sticking out, succumbing to the symptoms, I’ve been running on the fumes of doubt.
All my gears in line. (Every time, living in the sequel of the times.)
All my gears in line. (Every time.)
Rolling on by your doorstep, I’ve been moving down town to town. Oh, my biggest problem is the way you’re looking at me now. Has been warrior now the trash bin voyeur, I’m watching from the crowd. (Watching you walk away from me.)
Follow me to failure. I’m frying in my own chagrin, I can’t seem to find the off switch. I’ve been speed balling again.
All my gears in line (Every time, living in the sequel of the times)
All my gears in line. (Every time)
Rolling on by your doorstep, I’ve been moving down town to town. Oh, my biggest problem is the way you’re looking at me now. Has been warrior now the trash bin voyeur, I’m watching from the crowd.
(I gotta find a damn good place to stick my head.)
Living in the sequel of the times.
End times, I get no thrills waiting since we’ve been left behind.
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10. |
Goodbye, Frustration
03:56
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I get out my frustration by driving my head
Through my coffee table every time that I forget.
Can’t find my wallet. Where are my keys?
105 in cash lies abandoned in the weeds.
I get out my frustration by pulling the plug.
I place my television in the middle of the rug.
Swinging the hammer down through the screen,
10 thousand channels on what not to eat.
Goodbye frustration.
As advertised.
I get out my frustration by closing my eyes.
I plunge a kitchen knife into my cellular device.
The garbage disposal is running on high.
40 missed calls all from my wife.
I get out my frustration by breaking routine.
I’m bathing in the birdbath and the yard is where I dream.
Drowning my sorrows and keeping my cool,
55 pounds hold me down in the pool.
Goodbye frustration.
As advertised.
Put me through the ringer when I linger on an unfamiliar phrase. (You know.)
Meet me in the middle but belittle everything that I have made. (You’ll see.)
Drop me with your venom through the denim that is wrapped around my legs. (You know.)
Halfway sentimental but be gentle when you’re shaking me awake. (You’ll see.)
I get out my frustration by stepping outside.
I’m searching for elation with my fingers twist tied.
Crossing my knuckles, I’m crossing the street.
22 tons of metal on meat.
Goodbye frustration.
As advertised.
Goodbye frustration.
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