1. |
Engine Gave Out
00:31
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When Your Engine Gave Out I cried,
because I lost you.
I was too young to drive, but if I hadn't been
I would have taken you to be saved,
given Ultra-Magnus in trade.
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2. |
Millions Of Bands
02:45
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Millions of fans,
the girls all scream, the girls with tans;
it's a Mercedes-Benz,
but the songs I sing are all I've sold to them.
Out of the car onto the ground,
somebody decided not,
to put her fucking cigarette out.
And that's what caused the spark
that made the fire start.
Grass fires have never been kind to Dodge-Darts.
Sleepin' on this side of the five
burnt up shirts
burnt up tapes
and burning gasoline…
Now all the shitty shows we played,
they don't mean a thing,
'cause people just got drunk and forgot our name.
A song can get you paid,
if you write down the right things;
it can make people buy stuff that they don't need,
or if for just one minute
make us think
of other things.
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3. |
Bitterness
02:01
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Bitterness, bitterness,
I'm too abstract,
and you can't live like that.
Bitterness, bitterness,
love is a razor.
Watch me cut myself in tiny bits.
I can't make you know,
and you can't turn your heart to stone.
But what do I know?
Nothin'.
Happiness, happiness,
it lasts a second,
and you can't live in it.
Happiness, happiness,
this is the last dance,
and you can't turn me down this time.
I can't live your life,
and you can't turn my heart to gold.
But what do I know?
Nothin'.
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4. |
Cars
03:30
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Cars,
drivin',
we,
built them.
They weren't invented to break down
on the side of the road
half way home.
They weren't invented to break your neck,
or kill your children,
pollute the biome.
They made our lives better.
People
drivin'
they saw
everything
except what's beautifully small.
So far from each other,
it got so old,
barely connected to the soil,
layers of protection,
rubber and asphalt.
They made our lives better.
Cars,
drivin',
they ruined
everything.
Whatever happened to walking? Well,
things got so far away.
It would've been hard
to go to the mall
or the house of the Lord.
Jesus' disciples preferred to buy the bigger cars.
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5. |
World Wars
02:33
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While you were swimming in the ocean,
I was shakin' in a cage.
Modern African art collector:
please put the mask away.
When you arrived you were gigantic,
and you were smelling of the sea.
Far off the coast of the Atlantic
you were born to never bleed.
From 1945 to 1994,
you kept us all alive;
you brought us into war.
From 1995 to 2024,
you kept us all alive;
we felt alive before.
Do you remember our history?
Just how cold it was?
Didn't you know the value of mystery
was greater than gold to us?
From 1945 to 1994,
you kept us all alive;
we felt alive before.
And if you happen to survive it all,
it's just to be victim to the class war.
I never thought I knew what you were doing to me,
but now I think I'm sure.
From 1995 to 2024,
you kept us all alive;
you brought us into war.
From 2025 to 2094,
you kept us all alive;
we felt alive before.
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6. |
Curse The Woman
03:21
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There's something wrong with the way you talk,
so I've adopted this personality
where I won't believe you no matter what.
There's something wrong with the way you look.
You dress up like a fuckin' queen.
You should be dressed like a fuckin' harlot.
Curse the woman tryin' to break my heart.
Curse the woman tryin' to break my heart.
Curse the woman tryin' to break my broken heart.
Curse the woman tryin' to break my heart.
Don't you know
that every reaction is
equal and opposite (I hope)?
Don't you know
eventually everyone
loses the illusion of control?
Curse the woman tryin' to break my heart.
Curse the woman tryin' to break my heart.
Curse the woman tryin' to break my broken heart.
Curse the woman tryin' to break my heart.
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7. |
Exact Science
03:31
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Got your voice mail a score before
your left leg bleeding from the war--
take this with a grain of salt
and bite the bull--
it's all your fault.
Well I guess we made a mistake.
Just some tweakin’ is all it'll take.
You've always had our utmost faith.
We'll get you back
no time to waste.
It's not exactly science,
you know?
All the knobs and dials,
just for show,
but we'll see if we can get you off the ground.
Hope to hell to not
let you down.
Now you can admit dementia,
but who's that
you said had sentcha?
No big surprise,
no voicemail,
you see our tests are all pass/fail.
But you brought us back six of one,
when half a dozen's got a gun.
We'd hoped you'd get a job well done,
when it's all riding all or none.
It's not exactly science,
you know?
All the knobs and dials,
just for show,
but we'll see if we can get you off the ground.
Hope to hell to not
let you down.
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8. |
Animals
02:45
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Red and blue,
black white and gold,
did God make the beautiful animals?
Did he give to us
total control
over the beautiful animals?
Did he save two of each kind from drowning in his flood?
Were the lives of his people spared by a cross of their blood?
If so they must have been made quite special,
if God made the beautiful animals.
Bloody and caged,
lonely and cold,
does God love the beautiful animals?
Do you think he's proud
of the things that we do
to all the beautiful animals?
Have you seen one of them all split up inside?
Have you looked in her face and not wanted to cry?
So, does God love the world or just you and I?
Does God love the beautiful animals?
Does God love the beautiful animals?
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9. |
Caffeine
02:22
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As she lay back she came all over her hands,
but whatever she thought of me is not like whatever I am,
like, she would be proud of me no matter what I'd done,
but some things make things better, though,
and some things make things dumb.
Some people are destined, and some people make plans.
You'll have to take the blame sometimes even if you're a god to man.
Most of the time I still don't believe.
Caffeine,
do you still believe in me?
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10. |
Okay, I'm Over It
00:42
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Okay, I'm Over It.
I don't care anymore at all.
I don't wanna be scene.
I don't wanna be international.
I wanna be high-resolution,
shot into space.
I wanna have written the love songs
that re-establish peace
in the galaxy
of a not yet existent alien race.
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