1. |
Prague Waltz
03:10
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I was one of the lucky ones
She kissed her fingertips
and ran them across my lips
I didn’t feel like a kiss
It felt like trying to make a fist
after breaking both my wrists
your eyes at night
assassination
your lips next to my face
Bullet holes though my brief case
Its too late to be out on the street
We could be easily seen
So whisper, whisper
Our footsteps are hushed by the snow
Where we are going we will be alone
your eyes at night
assassination
your lips next to my face
Bullet holes though my brief case
Laughing, Dancing
Drinking, Dying
All I ask, All I ask
All I ask is you remember me….
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2. |
Dead Man On Vacation
02:19
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Something in the way she complains
Reminds me of last summer
I heard a song sounded just like that
by somebody or other
She’s not wrong man, she’s just mean
She goes deep
Will not walk away from any confrontation
She’s going to ruin your vacation
You better watch what you say man
Because you can’t go home again
If you’re a dean man on vacation
Nobody came out tonight looking for a fight
You were wrong just take it back and make it right
She’s got a right to man, she’s gonna kill you man, you are a dead man
And when the cops get here I’m gonna say you had it comin’ - right?
You better watch what you say man
Because you can’t go home again
If you’re a dean man on vacation
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3. |
Contamination Free
04:23
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Not a primitive - I’m a modern man
Is not life itself electricity?
How do you think you keep your heart beating?
This is not a mystery it’s modern engineering
They will not lie - keep me alive
Seeing and thinking faster than me
What would our lives be without the machines that brought us up off of knees
To the machines!
To the machines!
Keep the body clean!
Contamination free!
They annoy you
They employ me
Making chemicals that kill me and cure me!
You can’t imagine life without a chain saw
Without a helicopter or a car
To the machines!
To the machines!
Keep the body clean!
Contamination free!
They are in my heart and in my head
When I can’t use my hands I used them instead
To the machines that take me here and there
Cook my food - make my clothes and cut my hair
And in the factories that make the televisions
They smell like revolution
Bring forth a brand new age of automation
Be reborn and Save your generation
Infinity is just the beginning
The Television will not be revolutionized
Another relic of an age gone by
The machine recording this right now somehow knows why
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4. |
Dolly Parton's Smile
02:50
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Missile hits all over the Midwest
Pet ticks the size of television set
Incest, little insects living in your chest
We only found out we could get wet
After the fire was already set
I don’t think the deal is all that big
Just decide for yourself
Are you a human or a pig?
No education
No communication
No entertainment
In the wasteland.
He had a body like a bad Burger King
She didn’t care about anything
As long as the money kept rollin’ in
Their lives together were a whorehouse of sin
but they wouldn’t let anybody else in
I really could have given them hell
I was good at that stuff but now no-one can tell
and none of you want to talk about the body rotting
at the bottom of the well
No education
No communication
No entertainment
In the wasteland.
So here we are
Everyone
Under a big blue sun
and a yellow sky
Scattered with silhouettes of
Dying butterflies
No way home
No hope
All
Your
Fault
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5. |
Dissed By Priss
03:40
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He was a living omission
a man with embarrassing ambition
I don’t know what you thought I was gonna say
But you won’t get no sympathy ‘round here that way
This is what you’re messing with - this is what you’re gonna get - better get that through your head!
Out of obscurity and into oblivion
Man, that’s guy’s going nowhere and he will take you with him
I don’t know what you thought I was gonna say
But you won’t get no sympathy ‘round here that way these days
This is what you’re messing with - this is what you’re gonna get - better get that through your head!
This is how it all comes down
The madman becomes the clown
You better watch what you say to me
I’ll remember everything when you come crawling back to me
I’m afraid it’s true there’s only one thing that he wants from you
You got a lot of what he thought he was going do
He did it to other people, he thought he could do it to you
I don’t know what you thought I was gonna say
But you won’t get no sympathy ‘round here that way these days
This is what you’re messing with - this is what you’re gonna get - better get that through your head!
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Don’t you call her girl because
A woman she and what a woman she is, cuz
She sing hotter than a star
One night we saw her set fire to all the cops’ cars
She don’t gotta smile, She don’t have to be nice
She lives her life in a prison they call paradise
Even he isn’t as good as he is.
Number one among some diamond geezers
Finally found someone who’ll listen
Sends it out over the short wave
set up in his kitchen
And if you knew him
you’d know it isn’t right
That he should live his life in a prison they call paradise
And our captors
with their fingers on their Sig Sauers
Yes the can shoot you…
But they cannot play guitar
They come out here to kill us because they’re killers
They gawk at our girlfriends and our sisters
They mock our mothers and our wives
Don’t let them lie, they have no love of life
They say: give us your tired, poor, defenseless
They educate us by beating us senseless
They’ve got a book full of reasons they are right
That we should live our lives in a prison they call paradise
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7. |
Groundhog
02:20
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Nobody ever told me why
I’ve been asking my entire life
Now you can’t stand to look me in the eye
Or stand in a room I’m walking by
I hear you in your bedroom at the end of the hallway
This is a moment we will all remember
Last time we were all together
Can you hear me?
I think you can.
I hear you.
Can you tell me?
I think you can.
Here I am
I’ve got a name but that’s not what they call me
I’ve got a name… but that’s not what they call me.
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8. |
Three Queens
02:20
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Lucille, Pricilla and Darlene showed up late making a scene
the chandelier shattered just from a look at them
Everybody there that night was wishing they could be them!
Oh no they could not be missed
Each one of them was some kind of lioness
Just something other than the rest
you could cut yourself on the edges of their silhouettes
On the prowl, downtown after sundown
We all knew they’d be out there too
None of us could say we didn’t know what we were doing
Them big buildings start giving you
So many places a couple can slip into
Cop hears the laughter echo down the alleyway
“they’re only human. They’ve got needs, I hear they even say please
Before they scratch you just to watch you bleed”
Three Queens!
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