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THAT'S ALL FOLKS
00:37
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WORMS
05:10
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Sit back this is about to begin
The same play staged before and again
The same, well worn old tale, with a different cast
You think that the sky falls to the ground
You feel so cast out and deaf to the sound
Of time waning oh so fast
Those worms said to have eaten of kings
Cast to those thoughts that swim through your dreams
Feed your more far fetched reveries
Gone... Gone are the days
When we were drunk on young dreams and nothing ever mattered
Nothing ever mattered to us
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IMP OF THE PERVERSE
03:13
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Just one more time before we get old
Lets find some whores and do some blow
Lets drive on down to Mexico
And rob a bank or two before we go
Lets drop the kids at the fire station
Avoid the looks of condemnation
Lets quit our jobs and disappear
Come with me lets get out of here
I'm a fool, and I've been wasting time
Half your life, and all of mine
Why can't I see, the futility of
Dodging fate and her Furies
If I spilled my brains then you might see
That my best ideas were never set free
It's a great American tragedy
When your love runs out, will you stay with me?
I'm a fool, and I've been wasting time
Half your life, and all of mine
Can't you see, they're coming
The Sisters Three of old
Can't you see, they're coming
They'll come for us with pain untold
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WASTED YOUTH
03:38
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All these people drown
In a sea of mediocrity
All except you and me
We fly on the wings of indignation
Self anointed, crowned
Lacking in all humility
We're kings of the underground
They'll quake in awe of our creation
We're truly happy
When we're morbidly depressed
Where's our sugar daddy
Mom forgot to send a check
We're the golden cliche
Young, beautiful, and self obsessed
There's not much more you could say
We only hear the muse of self interest
Our Manic Panic
Smeared all over the sink again
We're not Satanic
But I think you should call the exorcist
Oh the Ouija board
Just told us to get a life again
Why have we ignored
It's calls for weeks and weeks on end
This wasted youth
Looks so much better on paper
Cause in sadness and truth
The years do a fine job wasting you
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THE PICNIC
03:06
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Driving through the rain while you've been
Driving me insane with your constant drivel about your job
The government, beliefs on God
I should have left you those years ago
Before the seeds we've come to sew
Before the house, before the kid
Before the memories I can't be rid
You're no picnic can't you see
We were young once and you loved me
We were meant for much more than this
Come with me lets reminisce
If you weren't such a dick I might
Spend the night for kicks with no fights
Nothing lost, nothing gained
Nothing's one thing we've sustained
All things equal, I'll confess
All these years I've been a mess
It's not you
It's me
Its not our fault can't you see
We were young once you loved me
It's not your fault, it's not mine
We are victims of modern times
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DOOMSDAY CLOCKS
04:10
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Have you got the time
Doomsday Clocks aside
I've squandered all of mine
With catastrophic pride
Can you spare the time
To share a life with me
Is it not a crime
This shared complacency
Can you see
Can you feel
Can you hear
A silent scream
Oh, the humanity
It's been said, hell is empty
Because all of the devils live right here
If you knew this all back then
Would find more restful sleep
Could you fall in love again
A soul these days is hard to keep
We've been sleeping far too long with
Dreams of writing the perfect song and...
It's getting dark, it's getting late
Marry me, just marry me there's no time to waste
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In a hundred years or more or less
We'll all be dead it's true I guess for sure
Don't spend your years too wisely now
Your broken heart will mend some how time cures
If the highest cost of life is death then
Lets not spare a thought or breath or care
Live it up before you go down
Before you're six feet underground don't despair
We bathe in the light
Of dead stars that still shine at night
Ghosts of good times past
Spotlights that dim on the cast
We bathe in the light
Of dead stars
I don't think there's much to say
When it comes to the end of days
But I love you
Youth be damned to peer demands
Lets not wait for Death's cold hands
Did you love me too?
Our time is distant now
But it will surely come
We will get through some how
We are more than our sum
We bathe in the light
Of dead stars that still shine at night
Ghosts of good times past
Spotlights that dim on the cast
Our time is distant now, but
We'll get through some how
We bathe in the light of dead stars
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THE DISCOTHEQUE
03:25
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It's been a long time since we've been here for a dance
Dyed black hair, smeared lipstick, vinyl pants
Why cant we go back to those days?
Before the memories fade away?
Lets don our cloaks and top hats, lets necromance
We dwell too much in the past
This life simply will not last
Our role has already been cast
We dwell too much in the past
Lets take our old records for a spin
Round and round
Lets dance until the grooves start wearing thin
Round and round we spin
It seems like it was yesterday when we met
I still remember the songs on your mix cassette
We dwell too much in the past
Our role has already been cast
Lets take our old records for a spin
Round and round
Lets dance until the grooves start wearing thin
Round and round we spin
It's been a long time since we've been here for a dance
Dyed black hair, smeared lipstick, and vinyl pants
Indeed, The Bats did leave the Bell Tower
It seems I've got to be at work in about an hour
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THIS IS THE END
04:43
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Your future former wife might say
That she never loved you anyway
Massaging truths won't lead to happy endings
This life you know will come to end
But for now it's best just to pretend
What good's this rub without a happy ending
It's the end
Let's not pretend
Come with me my friend
This is the end
In this future of electronic sunsets
Our digital lives, cleaned of upsets
We'll wonder what it means to be human
Shipwrecked on short sighted shores
We'll reap the fruit of The Devil's whores
Lets pause for thought on things that aren't worth thinking
It's the end
Let's not pretend
Come with me my friend
This is the end
We were flying too near the sun
Now, lets watch it fall apart
Turn the lights out when it's done
Just hold my hand in the dark
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SALAD DAYS
01:30
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