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What are you listening to ?

relevant!

This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you, but I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend

It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended
If anything was broken, I'm sure it could be mended
My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending
Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that he's saying

This is where the party ends
I'll just sit here wondering how you, can stand by your racist friend
I know politics bore you, but I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
You and your racist friend

*Music Solo*

This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you, but I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend

Out from the kitchen, to the bedroom, to the hallway
Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way
He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding

This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you, but I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend

 
also relevant.

I'm so tired
Of your lies
And the evil things
You're doing behind my back

Are there crimes
That you have never committed?
I doubt it, sometimes I wonder
When will you die?

You're insane
You are bad
You wreck everything you touch
And you're a sociopath

But there's one thing
That everyone's wondering
When will you die?

Schoolchildren stay at home (yeah)
And all the banks will close (yeah)
Each year we'll mark the date (yeah)
On which we celebrate (yeaah)

I know how
I know why
I can picture every part
Of your comeuppance, except

For the one remaining
Piece of the puzzle
Which is when you'll die

This is Dan
And that's Dan
And that's Marty on the drums
To complete the band

And I'm John
And he is also John
And all of us are wondering
When you're gonna die

Still you live
You go on
But you're running out the clock
And if we knew how long

I'd be counting down the days
Until the lovely one
On which you're gone

On that promised morning
We will wake and greet the dawn
Knowing that your wicked life is over
And that we will carry on

We'll exhale
We'll high five
We will know at last
How great it is to be alive

We'll be lining up
And buying tickets
And then we'll be jumping
Up and down on your grave

You're insane
You are bad
You wreck everything you touch
And you're a sociopath

And the only way to mitigate
Would be to know the date
You're scheduled to vacate
When are you going to die?
Look me in the eye
Tell me when you'll die
 
 
Ahhhh
Ahhahhahhahhhh
Ahhahhahhahhhh
Ahhahhahhahhhh

I left my body
And I went on a journey
And I forgot where I left my body
They're gonna to tow you
If they think you're abandoned
You got to act like you're not abandoned

I left a notebook with all of my good ideas
Keywords encoded cryptographically

I'm waiting endlessly on the receptionist at the desk
I'm searching high and low
But I don't see anyone
Don't see anyone
Don't see anyone there

I left my body
With the old landlady
But I don't know if she read the directions
There must be something you can use on the carpet
Someone might want that electric blanket

Unfinished manuscript and a tungsten ring
(Unfinished manuscript and a tungsten ring)
My plastic hip is going to be worth something
(My plastic hip is going to be worth something)

I took the folding knife and my bat repellent soap
I left my body
And right away I knew I'd made a mistake
I left without my senses
And I can't see anything
Can't see anything
Can't see anything

I'm waiting endlessly on the receptionist at the desk
I'm searching high and low
But I don't see anyone
Don't see anyone
Don't see anyone there
 
How could the street light
Blink on and off and spell out all your thoughts?
That thing you thought you heard me say:
I didn’t say that thing

That is crazy
You’re completely crazy
Pretty soon you’ll be telling me that you’ve had enough and you’re leaving me

Picture of a hunched old lady holding a dog and
Telling you what to do
Seemingly random arrangement of turbid material
Telling you what to do

It’s only tea leaves
Stop being dramatic
Next thing you’ll be saying that I’ve been hallucinating you all along

Everyone has got a feeling in the gut
You can’t just tune it out
Don’t look at me like that

It’s only tea leaves
Stop being dramatic
Next thing you’ll be saying that I’ve been hallucinating you all along

Everyone has got an alien in the gut
Someday it will emerge
Don’t look at me like that

Middleburgh Police Department, how may I direct your call?
Please speak more slowly, I’m
Only getting every other word
Person I don’t recognize motioning to roll down the window, I’m
Only getting every other word

That is crazy
You’re completely crazy
Pretty soon you’ll be telling me that you’ve had enough and you’re leaving me

Next thing you will say I’ve been hallucinating you all along

Pretty soon you’ll be telling me that you’ve had enough and you’re leaving me
 
I'll make a reckless prediction
I'll still be in the kitchen
When the lights come on
I think we'll probably be good
If stuff is still where it stood
When the lights come on

We won't remember each other
But we'll probably recover
Unless everyone's gone
It might be too soon to say this
But I think that we may just
See the lights come on

See I've been picturing
Diagrams of master plans
I taught myself to draw in the dust
With what remains of my left hand

And from what I can tell
I'll be no more than a shell
Or an automaton
But we'll be laughing and shit
It will have been worth it
When the lights come on

Unless we chicken out again
Which is exactly how we ended up in here
Our guard was down, we were disarmed
They tampered with the smoke alarm

There won't be any more trouble
You'll be dragged from the rubble
When the lights come on
And I'll be looking so great
I will have lost some weight
When the lights come on

We will be growing mustaches
Once we're raised from the ashes
When the lights come on
We'll be encased in gold
Desiccated and old
When the lights come on

See I've been picturing
Diagrams of master plans
I taught myself to draw in the dust
With what remains of my left hand

And from what I can tell
Groping around, there's something else
I feel a face, I feel a pulse

I think I'm
Tripping
Something's got me by the hair
Let's table this discussion
Until my concussion
On the bottom stair

Unless I pass out once again
And find the bandage where my kidney used to be
Knocked over lamp, some broken plates
Prescription pads for opiates
 
Same old stuff, you've heard it all before
Crass being crass about the system, or is it war?
We ain't got no humour, we don?t know how to laugh
Well, if you don't fucking like it -- fucking tough!
Cos I'm the same old monkey in the same old zoo
With the same old message trying to get through
Screaming from the platform when the train ain't even there
I've got a one way ticket, but i don?t fucking care
If what I've got to say is always much the same
It's cos the game the system plays is still the same old game
Senile idiots in their seats of power
Ancient rotting corpses breathing horror by the hour
They're lovers of death those fucking creeps
Screwing our earth as our earth weeps
Iron ladies and steel men
Waiting for their fucking war to start again
Blood lusting nutters plan death for us all
They'll all be hiding in their bunkers as we watch the missiles fall
Ain't they just so decent, respectable and nice
Eating the fat of the land while it?s us that pay the price
Westminster's full of psychopaths with blood clots istead of brains
Flesh hungry vultures picking our remains
Shitting on the world they've shat on many times before
Fucked it good and proper, in the name of the law
Well bollocks to the lot of you and you can fuck off too
If your bored with what I say, no-one's asking you
Just fuck off and have your fun
Hoist your jolly roger and wave your plastic gun
With your painted faces and your elegant style
How about trying to think for a while?
As you decorate your lifestyle with cheap consumer bliss
Forget about loving, it's your arse you're going to kiss
As long as they've got you under their thumb
With TV lobotomy and media fun
They'll have their way with you, what more can I say?
Watch out for the mind police and have a nice day

i'd fix that, but i can't be bothered
 
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