1. |
Intermezzo
03:00
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2. |
Anna
03:37
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Anna, you know that I love you
mainly 'cause you can read minds
but if you couldn't, you would still know
'cause I've said it five thousand times
you threaten to blow up my heart
but it already does that when I'm 'round you
I love that look in your eyes
but most of all I really love that sound you
make
when my life you take
oh for heaven's sake
I love you dear Anna
why
must you make me cry
with your lizard eye
don't you love me, Anna?
So, how about this John F Kennedy guy, huh? fantastic president, fellas, I tell ya, fantastic president. I think I speak for everyone when I say I cannot wait to vote for him again once he finishes his first term, alive and well.
Anna, you know that my love's true
but you just don't want to reciprocate
your parents are from Planet Xenon
they just want to see me disintegrate
You threaten to weaken my knees
but they already do that when I'm 'round you
I love that look in your eyes
but most of all I really love that sound you
make
when my life you take
oh for heaven's sake
I love you dear Anna
why
must you make me cry
with your lizard eye
don't you love me, Anna?
Let's slow it down for all you lovers out there.
Anna, you know that I love you
mainly 'cause you can read minds
but if you couldn't, you would still know
'cause I've said it five thousand times
you threaten to blow up my heart
but it already does that when I'm 'round you
I love that look in your eyes
but most of all I really love that sound you
make
when my life you take
oh for heaven's sake
I love you dear Anna
why
must you make me cry
with your lizard eye
don't you love me, Anna?
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3. |
Upside Down
02:12
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the blood is drip, drip, drippin from my open wounds
i dont know where i'm goin but i'll be there soon
I always wonder how things come to be this way
the carpet's red from me and nancy's wrists
after I took left hooks from her boyfriend's fists
and now the Demogorgon's come to make me pay
pretty baby, you were just hangin' round
when you fell into the upside down
well, all those lights are blinkin'
and I don't know what you're thinkin'
but I know you fell into the upside down
the blood is drip, drip, drippin from her synoses
she's flippin' vans, that's pretty cool I guess
and now we're dumping epsom salt into my pool
we are the ones bad people wanna find
and the mouthbreathers are right behind
but hey at least I get a few days off from school
pretty baby, you were just hangin' round
when you fell into the upside down
well, all those lights are blinkin'
and I don't know what you're thinkin'
but I know you fell into the upside down
R-U-N!
pretty baby, you were just hangin' round
when you fell into the upside down
well, all those lights are blinkin'
and I don't know what you're thinkin'
but I know you fell into the upside down
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4. |
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i.
they told me to sing from the heart
but I just wanna sing about stupid shit
they told me to do what you would do
honey, I ain't doin' it
hey, hey, what did they tell you?
hey, hey, what did they tell you?
ii.
got a knife in my hand
and I use it to stab you
got a gun in my butt
and I fart to shoot you
got a knife in my hand
and I use it to stab you
got a gun in my butt
and I fart to shoot you
when it comes to bein' punk
I like to stay upfront
it's fun to say bad words
like fuck and shit and cunt
'cause I'm an unapologetic punk,
unapologetic, unapologetic punk,
unapologetic, unapologetic punk,
unapologetic, unapologetic punk,
unapologetic, unapologetic punk,
unapologetic punk...
iii.
my name is Billybob the Suplexer
and when I do my morning stretches
I displace the world about 140 degrees
my name is Billybob the Suplexer
and when I do my morning stretches
I displace the world ???
oh, Billybob
iv.
Dorothy (Dorothy)
Dorothy (Dorothy)
Dorothy (Dorothy)
Dorothy (Dorothy)
Don't get the door
v.
Ben, are you awake?
are you still dreamin?
Ben, are you awake?
are you still dreamin?
Ben, are you awake?
are you still dreamin?
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5. |
Never Forever
03:39
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my short term memory's about a step up from Clive Wearing's
but I could recite every word, every sentence you've said
they're the white noise, the A side of broken records that are blaring
crowding my thinkspace and filling the cracks in my head
it's okay to cry
drown in your sorrow
you're gonna be fine
just wait till tomorrow
pleasure is never forever but neither is pain
it may take a while but you'll feel like yourself again
pleasure is never forever but neither is pain
it may take a while but you'll feel like yourself again
And I don't want it to hurt anymore,
I have no desire to even the score
we put our braincells in a bottle
and now I'm pourin' it out,
just trying to separate mine from yours
it's okay to cry
drown in your sorrow
you're gonna be fine
just wait till tomorrow
pleasure is never forever but neither is pain
it may take a while but you'll feel like yourself again
pleasure is never forever but neither is pain
it may take a while but you'll feel like yourself again
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6. |
Junkman
05:55
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i.
I g-g-g-g-got glass eyeballs in my face
and my teeth are made from razor blades
I g-g-got no vains or arteries
just some cables and a car battery
'cause I'm the Junkman (Junkman)
I'm the Junkman (Junkman)
I'm the Junkman (Junkman)
J-J-J-J-Junkman (Junkman)
M-M-My hands are hydraulic metal jaws
I got a slot machine that shoots buzzsaws
R-R-R-Rockets shoot me through the air
and I can store cold ones in my frigidaire
T-Try to chop my neck, it's stainless steel
and I got no feet, just 16 wheels
I'm c-c-comin' at you like a runaway train
if you think I'm street legal
well, guess again!
I'm the Junkman (Junkman)
I'm the Junkman (Junkman)
I'm the Junkman (Junkman)
J-J-J-J-Junkman (Junkman)
Cut it!
my blood is sludge
my brain is sludge
I'm sewage through and through
my heart is sludge
my soul is sludge
So I'm not that different from you
Hit it, boys!
ii.
I used to have a heart in my chest
I used to have a brain in my head
yeah, I was just a garbageman
but some crazy bastard wanted me dead
he pushed me into a trash compactor
he thought he'd sealed my fate
by mangling my body
into a catatonic state
he took my job and married my wife
took match and gasoline to my pets
he used my credit card to buy himself
snacks down the street at CVS
But little does the sucker know
that he'd better watch his ass
'cause I have reconstructed
my whole body out of trash
and if I ever find him
gonna put him in his place
she won't recognize him
if i tear apart his face
if I ever find him
gonna put him in his place
she won't recognize him
if i tear apart his face
if I ever find him
gonna put him in his place
she won't recognize him
if i tear apart his face
if I ever find him
gonna put him in his place
she won't recognize him
if i tear apart his face
iii.
lemme tell you somethin'-
I'm the Junkman (x17)
iv.
i got bear trap claws
and a chainsaw tongue
my fingertips
are gatling guns
you're a basket case
if you think you'll win
I'm gonna rearrange
your intestines
to spell Junkman (Junkman)
I'm the Junkman (Junkman)
I'm the Junkman (Junkman)
J-J-J-J-Junkman (Junkman)
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