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"Endless Cycle"

"Endless Cycle"


The bias of the father runs on through the son
And leaves him bothered and bewildered
The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit
At the face staring back in the mirror

How can he tell a good act from the bad?
He can't even remember his name
How can he do what needs to be done
When he's a follower and not a leader?

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl
Leaving her small and helpless
Liquor files through her brain with the force of a gun
Leaving her running in circles

How can she tell a good act from the bad
When she's flat on her back in her room?
How can she do what needs to be done
When she's a coward and a bleeder?

The man if he marries will batter his child
And have endless excuses
The woman sadly will do much the same
Thinking that it's right and it's proper

Better than their mommy or their daddy did
Better than the childhood they suffered
The truth is they're happier when they're in pain
In fact, that's why they got married
 
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"Endlessly Jealous"

"Endlessly Jealous"


Jealousy, endlessly
sweeps through my mind
Jealousy, often causes me to
be unkind

I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Endlessly jealous of you
being endlessly jealous of me
The man that you thought I could be turning red
with jealousy

Endlessly jealousy
eats through my skull
Endlessly jealousy
makes me feel dull

Fighting
endless jealous fighting
I feel my fingers tightening
tightening, please don't break her arm

Jealously thinking of you
of your endless possession of me
Of my jealousy, endlessly, jealousy, endlessly
jealous of you

Sorry, running to a phone to say
I'm sorry, running out of dimes
the phone on the street spits at me
have a good day

Sorry, please you know how I am sorry
I've been this way for
Oh, so long, endlessly, zealously
jealous of you

Jealousy, endlessly
eats through my mind
Jealousy, endlessly
makes me be unkind

I'm sorry I said that
I'm sorry I did that
I'm sorry I hit you
I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Endlessly jealous of you
being endlessly jealous of me
Endlessly jealous of you being endlessly
jealous of me

Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
Endlessly jealous of you
 
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"Ennui"

"Ennui"


All the things you said
you thought I was dead
everything made me feel aware
Ah, you're getting old
you're doing things
you're losing your hair

All the things that you used to believe in
Turned out to be true, you're guilty of reason

You're the kind of person that
I could do without
And certain kinds of money would make you see
what it's all about

There's a first time for everything
And a first one's on me, don't you see

All of the things that your old lover said
look at them, they jump out of windows
and now they're just dead
It's the truth, don't you realize

Faded without any talent of fun
running out on the streets, balling anyone
It's the truth, It's the truth

Pick up the pieces that make up your life
maybe some day you'll have a wife and them alimony
Oh, can't you see
 
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"Every Frog Has His Day"

"Every Frog Has His Day"


[King:]
Oh mellifluous dwarf
prince of all the jesters
Funny little thing you are
Make me laugh
As God's voluminous star

[Hop Frog:]
Gracious majesty
Today is not made for laughter day
This moment sacred is more for royal sunsets
Then comic ruin or suicidal jests

[King:]
I'll be the judge of that thank you
Make me laugh le petite cur
Drink some wine
Lest you foul sweet time

[Hop Frog:]
Drink upsets me
please your liege
This would mark the death me

[King:]
I said drink you scabrous whore
Are you deaf as well as short?

[Tripitena:]
Kingdom's Sire
big as you are
Save such
bile for larger foes

[King:]
Make me laugh
'Fore I stretch your neck like a giraffe
 
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"Families"

"Families"


(How's the family)
(How's the family)

Mama, you tell me how's the family
And papa, tell me how thing's going by you
And little baby sister, I heard that you got married
And I heard that you had yourself a little baby girl, too
And here's some uncles and some cousins I know vaguely
And would you believe my old dog Chelsea's here, too
And would you believe nobody in this family
wanted to keep her
And now that dog's more of a part of this family
then I am, too
I don't come home much anymore
No-no-no I don't come home much anymore
Mama

And mama, I know how disappointed you are
And papa, I know that you feel the same way, too
And no-no-no-no-no I still haven't got married
And no-no-no there's no grandson planned here for you
And by the way, daddy tell me how's the business
I understand that your stock she's growing very high
No, daddy, you're not a poor man anymore
And I hope you'll realize that before you die
Because I don't come home much anymore
No-no-no-no-no I don't come home much no more
But daddy

And please-please-please-please-please
come on let's not start this business again
I know how much you resent the life that I have
But one more time, I don't want the family business
Don't want to inherit it upon the day that you die
Really, daddy should have given it to my sister
You know Elisabeth, you know Elisabeth
she has a better head for those things than I
She lives practically around the corner
That's really the kind of child you could be proud of
But papa, I know that this visit's a mistake
There's nothing here we have in common, except our name
And families that live out in the suburbs
Often make each other cry
And I don't think that I'll come home much anymore
No-no, I don't think I'll come home much again
Mama
Papa
Families
Often make each other cry
No, I don't think that I'll come home much anymore
(How's the families)
 
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"Finish Line"

"Finish Line"


Wind blows snow outside my windows
crowd below runs wild in the streets
Two rented brothers race down two separate alleys
heading for the finish line

Down in the train yard out by the stockyard
butchers with aprons hack meat in the snow
Blood has the brothers pulsing with envy
heading for the finish line

Two rented brothers. Their faces keep changing
just like these feelings I have for you
And nothing's forever not even five minutes
when you're headed for the finish line

Down in the depot out by the meat rack
down by the tunnels surrounding the jail
Prisoners are marching in squares and in circles
they're heading for the finish line

They're lining up for Noah's Ark
they're stabbing each other in the dark
Saluting a flag made of some rich guy's socks
heading for the finish line

Close to the line the ice is cracking
two rented feelings sitting in the stands
Two mothers, two fathers and both of them are paid for
all of a sudden it comes back to me

Just up ahead is the finish line
two rented referees and two checkered rags
Out of the corner of my eye comes a dark horse with black wings
headed for the finish line

I'm five years old the room is fuzzy
I think there's also a very young girl
It's hard to remember what happened exactly
as I'm staring at the finish line
First came fire then came light
then came feeling then cane sight
 
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"Fly Into The Sun"

"Fly Into The Sun"


I would not run from the holocaust
I would not run from the bomb
I'd welcome the chance to meet my maker
and fly into the sun

Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd break up into million pieces
and fly into the sun

I would not run from the blazing light
I would not run from its rain
I'd see it as an end to misery
as an end to worldly pain

An end to worldly pain
an end to worldly pain
I'd shine by the light of the unknown moment
to end this worldly pain

And fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd shine by the light of the unknown moment
and fly into the sun

The earth is weeping, the sky is shaking
the stars split to their core
And every proton and unnamed neutron
is fusing in my bones

And an unnamed mammal is darkly rising
as man burns from his tomb
And I look at this as a blissful moment
to fly into the sun

Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd burn up into a million pieces
and fly into the sun

To end this mystery
answer my mystery
I'd look at this as a wondrous moment
to end this mystery

Fly into the sun
fly into the sun
I'd break up into a million pieces
and fly into the sun
 
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"Follow The Leader"

"Follow The Leader"


Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now

Oh, if you wanna dance
hey, work up a sweat
better-better-better, get yourself, ah-huh, a little romance
And you know you better, ooohhh
get up a little sweat and get a little romance
and you better, now

Follow, follow the leader na-na-na-na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
Follow, follow the leader na-na-now
New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now

Yeah, if you wanna dance
you better work up a sweat now, baby
Get a little romance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you better
yeah, you better work up a sweat now
Get yourself a little romance and you know, you better

Oh, no, boy, follow the leader, na-na-now
Oh, New York, New York City na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-now
get it on ...
 
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"Frustration"

"Frustration"


Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
I see you with your portraiture
Does he love you?
Does he love you too?

The brush strokes
Kiss your breasts and toes
I cry icicles in my stein
The heartbeats flutter
With an abnormal rhythm

The pain shoots through my body
A sword between my thighs
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes

You’re feeling less whore but you stimulate
The hatred smolders in your eyes
I’d drop to my knees in a second
To salivate in your thighs

But all I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had
In you and your prickless lover
And his easel in his eyes

I feel the pain creep up my leg
Blood runs from my nose
I puke my guts out at your feet
You’re more man than I
To be dead to have no feeling
To be dry and spermless like a girl

I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
Marry me
I want you as my wife

Spermless like a girl
More man than I
More man than I

Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
You’re feeling less like a whore but you
Stimulate

All I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had
All I do is fall over
I don’t have the strength I once had

I want you so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want you as a wife

Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Fru… fru… frustration, my lexicon of hate

I cry icicles
Heartbeats flutter
Abnormal rhythm

I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes
I want you as my wife
I want you as my wife
Spermless like a girl

Lucky in feeling
More man than I
Marry me, marry me, marry me
I want you as a wife
Spermless like a girl
Puking my guts at your feet
More man than I
Fru… fru… fru… frustration
Frustration
 
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"Future Farmers Of America"

"Future Farmers Of America"


Born on a farm in a transatlantic moonlight
split like a cord of wood my family broke up
Sold like a piece of steer, a piece of meat, a cow
a breathing piece of shit

Picked for my age, for my strength and make up
called for I was tall, I was big, I could hold up
A tree or a piece of steel I could do
what my fat owner can't

Ah, future farmers of America
future farmers of America
Future farmers of America

Ah
I'm always watching the way his wife looks me over
I have a sex twice as big as her husband's
If I wasn't so large, so strong, so pale
I'd disappear under a bush

Colorless men and ladies of the world unite
kill your master with one cut of your knife
Kill them during sex, kill them during talk
kill them whenever you can

Future farmers of America
future farmers of America
Future farmers of America

These -
- stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs of the heart
look at me, I'll never own land that I work on
Every one of us here shares a surname
this father must die

I was born on the dark cusp of twilight
my father was dark, my mother was light
Look at me, I'm strong
I could crush him in my fist

Ah
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my fist

I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my
I could crush him in my fist

Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
Future farmers of America
I could crush him in my fist
 
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