1. |
Painting Leprosy
03:09
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If death dances with broomsticks
I'll sweep the floor until I fix
the disease that haunts the halls
of my high school, dumb brunette broomsticks
bite the dust, and get their nails did
with the blood of animals
Didn't you hear the wind?
She told the dogs to hide
from the smog clouds
painting the leprosy sky
Oh, I know we're dirty
we're putting superheros
on the backs of currency
I know that something's
I know that something wrong.
If greed swings from stripper poles
we'll fight the war with the bones
of Marylin Monroe and Anna Nicole
And with their femurs we'll carve the swords
that break the mirrors of little girls
'cause beauty's made with an airbrush
beauty's made with an airbrush
Didn't you hear the wind?
She told the dogs to hide
from the smog clouds
painting the leprosy sky
Oh, I know we're dirty
we're putting superheros
on the backs of currency
I know that something's
I know that something wrong.
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2. |
12:51
02:19
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Talk to me now I'm older
I won't try to control you
Friday nights have been lonely
change your plans and then phone me
We could go and get 40's
forget going to that party
oh really your folks are away now?
Alright, lets go you convinced me
12:51 is the time my voice found the words I sought
Is this the stage I want?
The world is shutting out for us
Oh, we was tense for sure
but we was confident
Kiss me now that I'm older
I won't try to control you
Friday nights have been lonely
take it slow, take it slow but don't warn me
Oh, really your folk are away now?
Alright let's go,
I'll be right there.
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3. |
Elvis
03:07
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The room is turning round
and the world can be confusing
there's no iceburgs in iceland
there's no thanksgiving in turkey
Come on, get your reasoning
you know money grows on trees these days
so go on plant a thousand
and be like Johnny Appleseed
Come on, break a leg
and climb on down the rabbit hole
tell alice that Elvis wants his
crown back in his grave
'cause Graceland ain't big enough to
house the dead
The room flipped upside down
and the good lord refused me
from the belly of a whale
I will sing blue song of beauty so
Come on, get your reasoning
you know money grows on trees these days
so go on plant a thousand
and be like Johnny Appleseed
Come on, break a leg
and climb on down the rabbit hole
tell alice that Elvis wants his
crown back in his grave
'cause Graceland ain't big enough to
house the dead
Come on boy, ya listening?
My two cents, two cents is worth
ten grand, I said
Come on boy, ya listening?
My two cents, two cents is worth
ten grand!
Come on, break a leg
and climb on down the rabbit hole
tell alice that Elvis wants his
crown back in his grave
'cause Graceland ain't big enough to
house the dead
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4. |
The Box pt. I
02:40
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I see a lot of people making peace signs lately but they hardly know what it means
It doesn’t mean goodbye and it doesn’t mean ‘hey you’, it means what it means to me
Like dropping food in an ashtray, we send pirates to the sea
To say what they mean, not to lower gas prices, it means what it means to me.
We found the box we’re supposed to think out of
I see a lot of people making peace signs lately, a gesture among jesters I guess.
It doesn’t mean the number two, it doesn’t mean ‘I’ll see ya dude’,
It means what it means to me best
Like dropping food in an ashtray, we send pirates to the sea
To say what they mean, not to lower gas prices, it means what it means to me.
We found the box we’re supposed to think out of
A box that blinks pictures, I know what you think of when you turn on the tube.
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5. |
The Box pt. II
00:42
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All my pretty friends
ain't got no confidence
they hide themselves behind
the mirror with their makeup
Sour modesty is
punctuating me
'cause I ain't got the time
to tell her that she needs to eat
Whoa, sweet child
If you don't let me fuss
then I won't stick around
To see, to see
The aftermath, the treasure chest
'cause all the pirates in the sea
ain't seen what I could be.
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6. |
The Box pt. III
03:13
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