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Regular John

Who are you girl?
Who are you boy?
Bet I know what youíre up to
Can I come along
Your home numberís on the wall
I just had to call, had to
Iím not the only one
Who will run with a knife

chorus:
Open up your eyes
Open up your room
Open up your arms
One six two seven eight
Two six three seven eight nine
whereís your daddy now
I heard he ran away
who are you girl?
cause Iím so bored with myself
anyway
any time and any place
Iíll just hang around

repeat chorus

one six two seven eight
two six three seven eight nine

chorus:
open up your eyes
open up your room
open up your arms
open up your door
open up your eyes
open up your room

Avon

I see you go
Through a park in a haze
I donít listen
For traffic going the same way
A simple system
I string Ďem up
I cut Ďem down
Dare I say

A perfect vision
Some simple ways to let you know
Free range humans all cooped up
Naked clone is playing lame
I string Ďem up
I cut Ďem down
Dare I say


If Only

If it gets you down well then Iíll take it
If it gets you up well I donít want it
It let you down so broken hearted
If it gets you down well then I want it

If only weíre nothing at all

So blow our mind and make it lazy
Those long long days with no escaping
I hold the wheel to let it go
Donít wanna stop, donít wanna know
If it gets you down, well just donít blame me

If only weíre nothing at all
Walkin on the Sidewalks

Got some action on the other side
Loose teeth in my head
New programs are coming in
So rise and take your oath
I wish we could get away
Drink wine and screw
I knew someone else before
Looked alot like you

chorus:
And theyíre gone
Iím gone
In space

I been programed as I said before
Technology
Just rollin, wheezin and breathin
Eyeballs and teeth
Words are weightless here on earth because theyíre free
You knew someone else before
Looked alot like me

repeat chorus 2x
You Would Know

Me just happy robot
Live on hill of beans
You and I cut from same cloth
Rippin at the seams
Cut, snip, cut

Donít forget to remember
The devilís got pills in his eyes
Look, laugh, but donít touch
Cut you down to size
Cut, up, cut (shut up)
Cut, up, cut

chorus:
You would know

My girlís all out of focus
I ainít no big surprise
Daddy got his gun loaded
Got cross hairs in his eyes
Shut up, oh
Shut up, oh

You would know

How to Handle a Rope

Too late to think or filter anymore
A bitter pill to swallow
Maybe youíre in a blanket haze of ephedrine
Iím wonderin where the hell you been
So come on and right this wrong the rope

chorus:
You got it all right
You got a feeling
Iíd rather open up my wrist, let it go
You got it all right
You got a feeling
Cause devils and ropes around your neck
Cursing them all
And you canít hear it
Canít hear it

Ainít got a mind to deal with anymore
Sabatuer, infiltrator, and maybe more
If youíre not blind and deaf, how can we pollute your head?
So come on and right this wrong the rope

chorus:
And I got it all right
I got a feeling
Youíd rather open up your wrist, let it go
I got it all right, yeah
I got a feeling
Cause devils and ropes around my neck canít even know
Cause they canít hear it

Mexicola

Setting sun deals hands of gold
Thereís velvet eyes in Mexico
Just a fall away
And all she said was true
Speak in tongues, speak in lies
Drooling livers, born to die
Itís a wonder that those guns donít point at you

chorus:
Keep sayin, go on, keep sayin, go on, keep sayin, you will live forever

Point and shoot, I know just what you mean
In a world thatís full of shit and gasoline, baby
One dogís dead oneís on the phone
Just leave a lung or leave it alone
Itís that same on song again
I hate it cause itís true

repeat chorus


Hispanic Impressions

Instrumental

You Canít Quit Me Baby

Itís a mistake, but who knows
Followed you home, crawled in your window
This life is a trip when youíre psycho in love
And I know

Followed your friends, you were not there
Slashed and I cut, I bled in the sink
Heard what you said and youíre laughing baby
Slashed and I cut, and I do it for you
I want you to notice when Iím not around
Wherever you are

Youíre solid gold
Iíll see you in hell


Give the Mule What He Wants

The mule want it
The mule want it sunday
Heíll eat it
Heíll eat it one day
How long
Do I wait
Be the mule that you gotta be

Underwater, underwater one day
Gonna sink it, make em think itís too late
For your love
For your love
Be the mule that you gotta be


all lyrics unofficial
all interpretations © thefade.org 2000-2001
I was a Teenage Hand Model

Cozied up to the toilet
Face stuck to the floor
I met expectations that I was tryin to ignore
Job had such patience
I wonder, whatís that like?
One hundred thousand million
But I hearThatís what you like
So I was thinkin
So these cities are sprouting
Like a spit in the eye
And this world isnít waiting
Itís just passing me by
I just peak in the window
Lookin inside
The butcherís got a fork in your face
Iím standing alive
And I was singin















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