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Clown
03:00
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I used to want to be a rock star, used to wanna be black
But I found my true calling when I slipped through the cracks
I'm a clown
I look pretty silly with my hair cut this way
But if I scare the little kids I laugh and say it's OK
I'm a clown
My life's tragedy – you will never see
I'm a clown
My sister is a dancer and my brother's a pimp
They made a dirty movie starring Zippy The Chimp and a clown
I'm a clown
My mother painted pictures of my daddy the jerk
Who became the family matter so he wouldn't have to work
I'm a clown
My life's tragedy – you will never see
I'm a clown
I dumb it down for the crowd, make a loud vulgar noise
It strikes the funny bone of all the girls and boys
I'm a clown
So if you hang around with me you better watch where you sit
You come to my circus – you're gonna step in some shit
I'm a clown
My life's tragedy – you won't never see
I'm a clown
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2. |
Zero
03:03
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Do your math. Take the numbers. Add them up and make no mistake.
It all adds up to zero.
Face the facts. Get it straight. Set your clock, you don't wanna be late
for the big countdown to zero.
You can curse. You can pray. Do what you will, it's the same either way.
It all amounts to zero.
Maybe I should feel sorry for you but I can't feel anything.
We were connected but you let it disappear...
when you caved in to your fear: zero.
You can quit. You can stay. And count the cash at the end of the day and
all you'll have is zero.
Trap your friends. Collect your things. Lock them up or throw 'em away
and what you get is zero.
You paint me in a corner. You figured it out. With God on your side you're never in doubt.
But it all amounts to zero.
Maybe I should feel sorry for you but I don't feel anything.
We were connected but you let me disappear...
when you caved in to your fear: zero
Zero zero zero zero zero zero zero.
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3. |
Life Is Hard
03:59
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Life is hard. It ain't fair. People suffer everywhere.
And when it's over... then you die.
And your friends all stand around, scratch their heads and wonder why.
Man can't even make a worm but he makes gods by the dozen to make you squirm.
You're doin' it wrong. Better do it right... or you'll wake up in the place where it's always night.
Life is hard.
Drones in monochrome sort bones and play a game:
Daddy takes the credit. The kid takes all the blame.
So take my hand, darlin'. We're half way home.
I won't let go, little sister. You don't have to walk through this alone.
I'm gonna keep it simple, baby. This much I know is true:
Love is as close to God as I'm ever gonna get and baby, I love you.
Baby, I love you.
Life is hard. It ain't fair. People suffer everywhere.
And when it's over... then you die.
And your friends all stand around, scratch their heads and wonder why.
Life is hard.
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4. |
I Like Girls
03:20
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I like girls who don't run away when I look 'em in the eyes and they hear me say
"I like you".
I like you. Ooh, yeah.
I like you, girl, when your mood gets rotten so I tickle you a little 'til the pain's forgotten it's true.
I like you. Ooh, yeah.
I like girls when they come in pairs laughing so hard they fall out of their chairs
like you do.
I'd like two of you. Ooh, yeah.
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls.
It's a rotten little world and life ain't simple but it gets pretty easy when I kiss your dimples – it's true. I like you.
So give me a kiss goodnight and kill me in my sleep and in the afterlife it's a memory that I'll keep of you.
And I'll still like you. Ooh, yeah.
Girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls.
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5. |
Tell The Truth
03:55
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Tell the truth. Don't tell lies.
Why am I so afraid of hearing goodbye?
I liked you but you used me.
Why am I so afraid of being free?
I'm talking to you. Watch my eyes.
Following you to where you hide
to a dark place filled with self righteousness.
Take the time to load your gun, take a deep breath, fill up your lungs
and howl out at the coal black sun: you won't confess.
Tell the truth. Don't tell lies.
Don't run away. Don't pretend.
Why can't you realize the facts don't bend?
All your gain from my pain...
why do I still believe that you might change?
I'm talking to you. Watch my eyes.
Following you to where you hide
to a dark place filled with self righteousness.
Take the time to load your gun, take a deep breath, fill up your lungs
and howl out at the coal black sun: you won't confess.
Tell the truth. Don't tell lies.
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6. |
Malcolm and Margerie
03:13
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Gin. Tequila. Gin. Tequila. Gin. Tequila. Margerie.
This was our garden. Everything's dead.
Now we've been evicted, Margerie.
And there was nothing you could do about the faith I trampled through.
Look me in the eye and tell the truth:
if there's a God – show me the proof. Margerie.
Gin. Tequila. Gin. Tequila. Gin. Tequila. Margerie.
I love hell. I can't wait to go back.
And that's why I'm running, Margerie.
And there was nothing you could do about the faith I trampled through.
Look me in the eye and tell the truth:
if there's a God – show me the proof. Margerie.
Gin. Tequila. Gin. Tequila. Gin. Tequila. Margerie.
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7. |
Musician / No / Dinner
02:47
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She's a philosopher. She founded my religion.
She makes the soul connection 'cause she's a musician.
And she sits at her piano and catapults through space.
And channels the enlightened ones: you see it on her face.
She's a musician. She's a musician.
And my only ambition is to be part of her life.
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She wouldn't take "no" for an answer so I lied and I said "yes".
I was her slave and she was my master: I couldn't get no rest.
Our family was young and so beautiful – on the outside, at least.
With faces like angels and souls like The Beast;
they traded me in for a Methodist priest.
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(Yo, man, check this out: Whoo, baby! The dope shit! So good)
"Shut up, little man! Nobody asked you to say anything. Shut up, little man!
I got, I got a decent dinner ready. Nothing happened with the dinner. Because you crucified it. Crucified it, crucified it. God damn you. I got a decent dinner ready.
God damn you."
(Good!)
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8. |
I Didn't Know
03:05
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She didn't mean to hurt you when she had an affair
with a bored businessman who din't really care.
But his marriage was over so he ran out on his wife
and he messed around with yours and it fucked up your life. Oh, no.
Smart women act stupid when they love the wrong man:
they know the guy's a loser, they know it going in
but they give the guy everything a women can give and when he
sneaks out the door and strands her with the kid she cries:
"I didn't know what I was doing. It didn't feel like it was wrong. Who would have thought that I was being selfish? I loved my life but now it's gone."
It made you wanna murder, take drugs and take drink,
take the easy way out so you won't have to think
and you wind up in a room with a rope and a chair
when there's no turning back 'cause you're dangling in the air thinking:
"I didn't know what I was doing. It didn't feel like it was wrong."
"I didn't know what I was doing. It didn't feel like it was wrong. Who would have thought that I was being selfish? I loved my life but now it's gone."
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9. |
Slave
04:05
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The black sun is my mother.
The red sky? That's my old man.
They are the best friends I'll never have.
I am your slave. I am your slave.
You paid me nothing but pain, my future tied to an iron chain.
But death will be a catapult to freedom.
I am your slave. I am your slave.
I went down to the water, sand burning my feet, salt stinging my wounds,
floating on the Dead Sea.
You don't know what I'm thinking.
All you can hear is my breathing.
You know I cannot go under floating on a dead sea.
Black sun. Black sun.
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10. |
Trailerpark Bob
04:37
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11. |
Heaven
04:29
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I've got a long way to go.
I don't really wanna take it slow.
I wanna gaze down at the earth below heaven.
I'm trying hard to stay detached.
But I keep wondering' when my eggs will hatch.
I'm looking' for a perfect match: heaven.
I'd like my childhood back.
I need God to cut me some slack.
So I can make these gray skies crack: heaven.
There's so much hurt you can't erase
frozen to this time in space.
If it would disappear without a trace: heaven.
I wish I had a magic box.
I'd take your pain and keep it locked up
and run away to a place that time forgot.
I want my childhood back.
I need God to cut me some slack.
Trying' to make this night sky crack: heaven.
My friends are waiting there.
I'm late but they don't care.
I've got a long way to go.
I don't really wanna take it slow.
I wanna gaze down at the earth below heaven.
I'd like my childhood back.
I need God to cut me some slack.
Just tryin'to make these gray skies crack: heaven.
I want my childhood back.
I need God to cut me some slack.
I'm trying' to make this night sky crack: heaven.
I've got a long way to go.
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