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Pinpoint Pain
03:02
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There ain't no way that I can say this that won't sound lame
I'm just a pawn in my own self serving game
and I'll be damned if I'm the one that'll pinpoint the pain
Another metaphor for how I live my life
I guess the better way to say it might be like,
I'm always trying to steer away from the fight
So be offended, but at least try to say I'm wrong
Come fuel the fire, help it to grow strong
That way I won't be burning very long
Cause although this loathing improves my aim
I refuse to pinpoint the pain
It makes no sense
To be running away
From your problems
I know you're tying to give me your love
It's not enough, so give it up
Although this loathing improves my aim
I refuse to pinpoint the pain
It makes no sense
To be running away
From your problems
Running away makes
No sense
It makes no sense
To be running away
From your problems
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2. |
Jesus Goggles
02:12
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I'm a Beast!
I'm a Liar!
I'm everything that'll set a soul on fire!
You're the best
So you've been told
By the rest of the mess who can't figure it out on their own
Fellow Creeps, Behold!
The blind leading the blind down the storybook road
When taken literal
It's the blind leading the blind down the storybook hole
You make it difficult to make amends
Your tired judgement seems to never end
I bid you, Fare thee well
Although it hurts like Hell
You're the best
So you've been told
By the rest of the mess who can't figure it out on their own
Fellow Creeps, Behold!
The blind leading the blind down the storybook road
When taken literal
It's the blind leading the blind down the storybook hole
You make it difficult to make amends
Your tired judgement seems to never end
I bid you, Fare thee well
Although it hurts like Hell
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Preecher
02:38
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Hey
You know that I can see you talking but can't hear a word you say
It should take your breath away
When you think of all the broken hearts left along the way
Cause life,
It doesn't pause for lack of logic or for misguided faith
And I get all choked up inside
When I picture your first meeting with your object of praise
Cause you won't
Believe your eyes
When you get reamed
And the rest of us run...
Free
Through the open fields of logic fed by your Knowledge Tree
And it doesn't bother me
To answer the call of heathens when they're all just like me
Cause life,
It will not pause for lack of logic, not for misguided faith
And history's a game
Of Telephone and your side lost track along the way
No you won't
Believe your eyes
When you get reamed
And the rest of us run free
You're blind in one eye
Don't miss your greatest gift
Hey
You know that I can see you talking but can't hear a word you say
It should take your breath away
The broken hearts left along the way
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4. |
Weekends To Burn
03:54
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I recognize
Why you prioritize
All the buildings, the machines, the ledgers, the people, the time
Down to the dime
But what about your old friends, the patrons, the heathens, the herd?
Send 'em back to the doldrums, the ho-hums, the weekends to burn
To a summer of blue skies, bored eyes and turns left un-served
New Zealand's nice this time of year, or so I've heard
Who holds the Standard when they lay the year down to die?
I'll keep my spring corn,
You keep your compromise
Absence and Absinthe, That's It, That's All is my life
I'll keep my spring corn,
You keep your compromise
Who hold the Standards when they lay the year down to die?
I'll keep my spring corn,
You keep your compromise
Absence and Absinthe, That's It, That's All is my life
I'll keep my spring corn,
You keep your compromise
I'll keep my spring corn,
You keep your compromise
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Piping hot Hell in a bloody hatbox!
Once again, the mall's become my Waterloo
As the cloaca blooms
Boosh! Harumph! Ka-Kow!
Wow, is this really Babar's house?
Hey what's your names guys?
Mr. Crews will do nicely
Everybody's Ken!
Boosh! Harumph! Ka-Kow!
I won't let you spoil this mood!
You hear this?
You hear me smiling?
Well, BFF Nerl
Think you could...
Think you could...
Think you could bench a Scion?
Who even are you?
What are we doing?
Who even are you?
What are we doing?
Superhead, Tell Bill Maher, "I'm coming for you, baby!"
Superhead, Tell Bill Maher, "I'm coming for you, baby!"
Superhead, Tell Bill Maher, "I'm coming for you, baby!"
Superhead, Tell Bill Maher, "I'm coming for you, baby!"
So look upon my works, ye mighty,
And despair!
For I am also obviously,
Awesomely Effing LEAVING!
Boosh! Harumph! Ka-Kow!
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