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Feel Good Hit of the Summer

Nicotine, valium, vicodan, marijuana, ecstasy, and alcohol

C-c-c-c-c-cocaine!

The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret

Iíve got a secret, I cannot say
A modern movement to give it away
Youíve got somethin, I understand
Holding it tightly, caught on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in, I just cut you out

chorus:
Whatever you do
Donít tell anyone
Whatever you do
Donít tell anyone

Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time canít erase
Out on the corner, locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Still canít believe there is a lie
Promises promise, an eye for an eye
Weíve got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel

repeat chorus 2x


I think you already know
How far Iíd go not to say
You know the art is gone
And Iím taking my song to the grave

repeat chorus

Leg of Lamb

Youíre a head case with a smile
Canít stop to make up your mind
Education is so lame (so lame)
When you bitch and you moan
Youíre a loose girl, Iím a guy (hey)
Youíre a truth freak with a lie
The situation is so strange
Itís a tv show (click)

In a hotel on the phone
Youíre gonna leave me, I shouldíve known (shouldíve known)
And I was thinkin, itís so sad
I didnít want you to go
Donít wanna follow the laws of man (yes, sir)
Bloody apron, leg of lamb
Itís so hard to win
When thereís so much to lose

Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ainít a bad thing
This ainít reality
Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ainít a bad thing
Because it is natural

Second Avenue, raising Cain
Iím a sinner, ring my bell (hey)
Iíll tell you what, I get up
If I knew I fell

Auto Pilot

Saw you down there on the marble slab
The best trip that Iíve ever had
High up in a jet plane, pass it around
My drinks on empty, need another round

chorus:
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
High up in a jet plane with you

Will we arrive in the middle of nowhere
Donít act like you know, I been here so many times
I never seen you before
But now that I have, I donít wanna see you no more

High up in a jet plane with you
High up in a jet plane with you

repeat chorus

Ah-ah, auto pilot no control
Ah-ah, ahh
Ah-ah, auto pilot no control
Ah-ah, ahh

High up in a jet plane with you
High up in a jet plane with you

repeat chorus

Better Living Through Chemistry

The blue pill opens your eyes
Is there a better way
A new religion prescribed
To those without the faith
The hero holding a knife
And blood is not enough
Is it too late to go back?
Is it too late to go?

Thereís no one here
And people everywhere, youíre on your own

Letís see if Iím hearing this right
Is it just I should take
And never endings are glad
(right channel - a never ending supply)
To carry out the dead
Your idols burn in the fire
The mob comes crawling out (take us down and out)
Iím reclaiming their minds
Destroying everyone

Thereís no one here
And people everywhere, youíre all alone

Monsters in the Parasol

The walls are closing in again, oh well
The walls are closing in again, oh well
I seen some thing I thought I never saw
Covered in hair (hair)
Paulís dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
Paulís dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
And my mind is out here on another wave
Covered in hair (hair)

She wonít grow

chorus:
Youíve got a monster (distress) in your parasol (why, yes)
Youíve got a monster (divorce) in your parasol (of course)
Youíve got a monster (displeasure) in your parasol (my treasure)
Youíve got a monster (your pain) in your parasol (drives me insane)
Paulís sister is an alien, oh well

Paulís sister is an alien, oh well
I seen some things I thought I never saw
Covered in hair (hair)

She wonít grow

Youíve got a monster (distress) in your parasol (why, yes
Youíve got a monster (divorce) in your parasol (of course)
Youíve got a monster (displeasure) in your parasol (my treasure)
Youíve got a hole (your pain) in you I never saw (drives me insane)
In your parasol, in your parasol (insane)

Quick and to the Pointless

spoken: I donít even know what Iím doing here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


A little girl can never freeze
High fidelity, you gotta be with me
Well I know, you know
Everybody everyone letís go

Oh, baby, baby, youíre so sweet
Ah, ah, wooo

Het leven is hard, but dancin is fun
Iím so old, youíre so young
I know, you know
Everybody everyone letís go

Oh, baby, baby, youíre so sweet
Goddamn, ah, ah, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Took from ya, warning
Little girl, itís what I saw
You know, I know
Everybody everyone letís go

Oh, baby, baby, youíre so sweet
Whoooo
Ah, baby, baby, youíre so sweet
Goddamn, ah, ah, whoa!

In the Fade

Cracks in the ceiling, crooked pictures in the hall
Countin and breathin, Iím leaving here tomorrow
They all know I'd never do you any good
Laughin is easy, I would if I could

chorus:
Ainít gonna run
Just live till you die, wanna drown
With nowhere to fall into the arms of someone
Thereís nothing to save I know
You live till you die

chorus:
Live till you die, I know

Loosing feelin, but I couldnít get the way ??
Countin and breathin, disappearin in the fade
They all know I'd never do you any good
Stoppin and stayin, I would if I could

chorus:
Ainít gonna run
Just live till you die, wanna drown
With nowhere to fall into the arms of someone
Thereís nothing to save I know
You live till you die

repeat chorus

Tension Head

Everyday I wake up feeling this way
I take it downtown with all the action going down
Stike your match, strike your match, cook it up

chorus:
(My life) Iím feeling so sick
(Your life) I feel so fucking sick (My life)
(Your life) On the bathroom floor

Try to get out and get right
Hustling little girls
Cheating little boys
Yeah

Gotta get out, gotta get out and get right
Gotta get out, I gotta get out no more
No more, no more

(My life) Iím feeling so sick
(Your life) Iím feeling so sick
On the bathroom floor (My life)
Iím feeling so sick (Your life)
No more

Yeah!
(High life, low life, high life, low life, high life, low life)

(My life) Iím feeling so sick
(Your life) I feel so sick no more




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Lightning Song

Instrumental


I Think I Lost My Headache

You know why
They called and just let it ring
No reply
The door is open I swear
Ainít no use in pickin up
You know why

chorus:
Itís all my head I know
So they tell me so
Until my head explodes
Into my head it goes

Tastes so good
Oh, but I knew it would
Tastes so good
Burn like a match house
Medicate just to make you soft
Love is blind

Catchin the rest me
What the hell were they thinking of
You know why

repeat chorus


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