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Today′s uhh August 4th, 1982 ... I′m really bored and there was some dead
animals that we played with ... there was a weed wacker ... we stole two of them
... a cop car was on fire ... my friend Scott, he was running and he uhh slipped
on a Twinkie ... and his nose was covered with blood ... the security helicopter

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I can′t believe what we′ve seen outside
You and me watching the jets go by

Down by the sea
So many people
They′ve already drowned
You and me watching a sea full of people
Try not to drown

So many people
So many people
Where do they go?
You and me watching a sky full of chemtrails
That′s where we belong

All I can take from these scars is hope
But all I can see in this night are boats sinking

Down by the sea swallowed by evil
We′ve already drowned
You and me watching a sea full of people
They′ve already drowned

So many people
So many people
Where do they go?
You and me watching a sky full of chemtrails
Watching the jet planes go by

You and me watching
You and me watching
The chemtrails is where we belong
That′s where we′ll be when we die in the slipstream
We′ll climb in a hole in the sky

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I ain′t got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleeping′ in an old tool shed
Scumbag crying′ on his pillow

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who′s fuckin′ with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Fuckin′ with my head
Hey hey hey hey

Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceiling′
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you want to be with me then we will see
Who′s fuckin′ with my head
No no no no
Fuckin′ with my head
Hey hey hey hey

Devil′s got your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he′s robbing′ me
But all I got′s is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I′m limping′ all over
When I feel your touch
Oh yeah

Ooh...
Ooh...

Put on my jack-eyed boots
Running′ wild on the bayou
Now I′m talking′ on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
Feels good

[Backing vocals:] Ooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who′s fuckin′ with my head
Hey hey hey hey
No no no no
Fuckin′ with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I ain′t got no soul
I ain′t got no soul
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no

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I been drifting along
In the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying a noose
In the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I′ll put it together:
It′s a strange invitation
When I wake up
Someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant
When I think it′s all beginning

I been drifting along
In the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose
In the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I′ll put it together:

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1, 2, 3, 4

Now I′m a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin′ in my ears

Oh it′s nausea, oh nausea
And we′re gone
It′s nausea, oh nausea
And we′re gone

Now I′m a straight-line walker
In a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over
In an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers
Working for some God
Who could see his own reflection
In a parking lot

Oh it′s nausea, oh nausea
And we′re gone
No it′s nausea, oh nausea
And we′re gone

Now I′m a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I′m a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes

It′s nausea, oh nausea
And we′re gone
It′s nausea, oh nausea
And we′re gone

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The tortures, the torment
Pink noise, delicious
The danger, the victims
Demeaning religion
She rides, she rolls
Olympic control
Her bricks assaultin′

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It′s August 6th, 1982 ... and uhh we were jammin′ over at the house ... my pants
caught on fire ... we were smokin′ a lotta ... whiskey and uhh chicken ... and
uhh got some food and ... I got some food and came home and got a call, uhh ...
no wait, I got some calls then, uhh, came home, then I got some food ... came
home, got some food and then [cough] got some calls, uhh ... couldn′t find the
fridge for a while and ... wait, first we couldn′t ... we got the food and then

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Cold brains,
Unmoved,
Untouched,
Unglued
Alone at last
No thoughts,
No mind
To rot
Behind
A trail of disasters
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride disowned
Corroded to the bone
The fields of green
Are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel
A worm of hope
A hangman′s rope
Pulls me one way or the other
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write this song
Corroded to the bone
A bird of song
Is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn
And drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn′t matter
A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride this old
Corroded to the bone

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If I could hold
Hold out for now
With these icecaps melting down
With the transistor sound
And my Chevrolet terraplane
Going around around around

Come on little gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane

Your brains are bored like a refugee from a house that′s burning
And the heat wave′s calling your name
She′s got a cactus crown
With a dot dot dot on her brow
And she speaks inside a cloud
With her countenance turning around

It hit me like a gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane

I′m pulling out thorns
Smokestack lightning out my window
I want to know what I′ve lost today

Come on little gamma ray
Standing in a hurricane

Your body′s bored
Like a refugee from a house that′s burning
And the backwater′s calling your name

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You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn′t make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent

This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin′ through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

Well it′s real and it′s fake
And it′s flamin′ like a steak
And she′s puttin′ out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur

Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn′t catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
I′m browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don′t talk when I′m around
And I′m feelin′ bad even though nothing′s wrong

Chokin′ on a breathmint

That′s cool
Yeah, that′s cool

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Reactions of night
The heavens are foreboding
A chain link wind
Is breaking me open
Lessons of the day
On a blackboard night
Seem to be erased
And the beacon has no light

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The countryside is overgrown
There′s a lighthouse in her soul
Wrestling with butcher girls
She don′t ever change her clothes
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones
A hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it′s only a phase
Cherry gardens feel like ice
Hazard lights from her past
Underneath the broken bridge
Hookers hug illegal dads
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones
A hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone

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Time wears away
All the pleasures of the day
All the treasures you could hold
Days turn to sand
Losing strength in every hand
They can′t hold you anymore

Already dead to me now
′Coz it feels like I′m watching something die

Love looks away
In the harsh light of the day
On the edge of nothing more
Days fade to black
In the light of what they lack
Nothing′s measured by what it needs

Already dead to me now

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Plastic donut, can of spam
There′s no kindness in this land
Better not let my good girl catch you here
She′s getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer

Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I′m gone
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She′s got a whole pile of things you don′t want to hear

Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She′ll cut you down and put the blame on me

Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby, don′t let her sag
But you better not let my good girl catch you here

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We like the boys
With the bullet proof vests
We like the girls
With the cellophane chests (x2)
I know you really want it
Cuz your Daddy′s always on it
And he knows just how to flaunt it
He got pictures in his wallet
And he wanna be your lover
Does he look just like my mother
Does he cover you like butter
And just leave you in the gutter
I want to know if I′m worth your time
There′s so much to do before you die
Thursday night, I think I′m pregnant again
Touch my ass if you qualify
we like to ride on executive planes
we like to sit around and get real paid (x2)
I know you really want it
Cuz your Daddy′s always on it
And he knows just how to flaunt it
He got pictures in his wallet
And he wanna be your lover
Does he look just like my mother
Does he cover you like butter
And just leave you in the gutter
I want to know if I′m worth your time
There′s so much to do before you die
Thursday night, I think I′m pregnant again
Touch my ass if you qualify
(all of that mixed, again)

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Lazy flies all hovering above
The magistrate, he puts on his gloves
And he looks to the clouds
All pink and disheveled
There must be some blueprints,
Some creed of the devil
Inscribed in our minds
A hideous game
Vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves
Who wants to be there?
To sweep the debris
To harness dead-horses
To ride in the sun
A life of confessions
Written in the dust
Out in the mangroves
The mynah birds cry
In the shadows of sulfur
The trawlers drift by
They′re chewing dried meat
House of disrepute
The dust of opiates
And syphilis patients
On brochure vacations
Fear has a glare that traps you
Like searchlights
The puritans stare
Their souls are fluorescent
The skin of a robot
Vibrates with pleasure
Matrons and gigolos
Carouse in the parlor
Their hand-grenade eyes
Invalid and blind
Vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves
Who wants to be there?
To sweep the debris
To harness dead-horses
To ride in the sun
A life of confessions

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