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Pelican Style
03:34
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Pelican style, self inflicted
Finish strong, cruciform wings
A scorpion's sense of honor, to not die by fire
Oh! Little bustard, never put his head down,
Never put his head down
Oh, little bustard, never put his head down,
Never put his head down
(in the ground now)
The pelican style's to die for the child,
To give up the blood, to play up the swoon, no quailing
Is it afraid of the pain or the flame?
It takes the sting!
Oh! Little bustard, never put his head down,
Never put his head down
Oh, little bustard, never put his head down,
Never put his head down
(in the ground now)
...little bustard, he never put his head down, he never put his head down...
in the...
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2. |
The Crossing Guard
03:01
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Yellow vest, fluorescent, reflective
A stop sign issues directives
He alternates halting and beckoning hands
And traffic obeys his commands
Volunteering the precious minutes of his day
So that the girls and boys might find their way home
And their lives are in his hands
He needed only to pass two exams
And his record is clean
He'll help you across the street
But stay on his good side
It's safety first and civic pride
And what's stashed away on a hidden hard drive
Hard drive
I'm the handyman who cleans the drains
In the cellar, suspicious, I clicked on his business
And I been buried down here since the day before Christmas
The day I discovered his sickness
Beware the crossing guard!
In his leer I see legions...
Who is watching the children?
Steer clear of the crossing guard!
He means to mistreat you.
When will he give in?
And his record is clean
He'll help you across the street
But stay on his good side
It's safety first and civic pride
And what's stashed away on a hidden hard drive
Hard drive
Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
Stop.
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Gravitron
04:12
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Pops in the groove
It's scratched
It's skipping
Can't hold the stylus down, not forever
But you never miss a beat
No you're never not in key
Your suites are surrounding me perfectly
Go on, I'm listening
From inside my cylinder
Go on, I'm setting it in wax
I've been keeping it rolling
Through all of your concertos
And then the skippage is digital
Surface's all scuffed
Done disrupted the laser
But you never miss a beat
No you're never not in key
Your suites are surrounding me perfectly
Go on, I'm listening
From inside my cylinders
Go on, I'm setting it in wax
I've been keeping it rolling
Through all of your concertos
And when I stepped from my centrifuges
And when I rose up out of my fugues is
When I got to reeling!
And only then, all dizzied, did I see,
It was me
Who's been doing all this spinning...
Who's been doing all this spinning?
Who's been doing all this spinning...
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KGB
04:41
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Now that ten full years have passed
And everybody's flying their flags at half mast
Y2K and another eleven
Whatever happened to unlucky Seven?
I had a dream that I was falling from so many burning stories
She's coming from a place I don't remember
Slow as we pass the fallen fields
Twisted molten shadows still sifting through embers
It could be any man on this plane with a razor
Any stranger, what's he hiding? No worries...
I'm not known to chase conspiracies
And I don't embrace untested theories
But I'm still glad you asked
Maybe now you can take them to task
Unlucky Seven
And I had a dream that I was falling from so many burning stories
She's coming from a place I can't remember...
...all the cinders
and the ash...
Slow as we pass the fallen fields
Twisted molten shadows still sifting through embers
It could be any man on your screen
With a waiver, executive order, what's he hiding?
No worries!
Chiropractic for your musical backbone
Crack you open like an ice cold
War in a state police state
Bring your own cover-up, cover story, it's still coming down,
Run! Find cover!
Hide under whatever still smolders! Take shelter!
From stories, oh so many,
No worries.
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She needs to dance with another man
You done had your chance
Do you mind if I step in? Mind if I step in?
Do you mind if I, mind if I, mind if I step in?
She needs to dance with another man
You done had your chance
Do you mind if I step in? Mind if I step in?
Do you mind if I, mind if I, mind if I step in?
You got the hat, you got the jacket, jacket,
You got the shoes, it's true, but you ain't got, but you ain't got, but you ain't got the moves
Do you mind if I step in?
She needs to dance with another man
You done had your chance
Do you mind if I step in? Mind if I step in?
Do you mind if I, do you mind if I, do you mind if I step in?
She needs to dance with another man
You done had your chance
Do you mind if I step in? Mind if I step in?
Do you mind if I, mind if I, mind if I step in?
You got the house, and you got the money, money,
And you got the pants, Lance, but you ain't got, but you ain't got, but you ain't got the groove, dude,
Do you mind if I step in?
She needs to dance with another man
You done had your chance
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6. |
The Free Drug
03:08
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Self-Love is the free drug,
You know what you can do with it.
You know what you can do with it!
Taking pity, making misery,
These are ways we get off for free.
Chasing injury, defacing dignity,
These are free ways
Where everybody pays!
Why you get off
The way you get off for free?
Why you get off
The way you get off for free?
Why you get off, why you, get off of me!
Not laid, unpaid,
You know what you can do with it,
You know what you can do with it!
Mastering the minority,
Murdering for more money,
Hey!
Why you get off
The way you get off for free?
Why you, get off the way you get off for me!
Me.
Hands and glands and imagination Hands and glands and imagination
Hands and glands and imagination Hands and glands and imagination
Hands and glands and imagination Hands and glands and imagination
Hands and glands and imagination Hands and glands and...
You.
Hands and glands and imagination Hands and glands and imagination
Hands and glands and imagination
It is no sin to slip a finger in
Hands and glands and imagination Hands and glands and imagination
Hands and glands and imagination
It is no sin, it is your body's
Skin.
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7. |
Blue Z-1
02:01
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(instrumental)
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Yellow vest, fluorescent, reflective
A stop sign issues directives
He alternates halting and beckoning hands
And traffic obeys his commands
Volunteering the precious minutes of his day
So that the girls and boys might find their way home
And their lives are in his hands
He needed only to pass two exams
And his record is clean
He'll help you across the street
But stay on his good side
It's safety first and civic pride
And what's stashed away on a hidden hard drive
Hard drive
I'm the handyman who cleans the drains
In the cellar, suspicious, I clicked on his business
And I been buried down here since the day before Christmas
The day I discovered his sickness
Beware the crossing guard!
In his leer I see legions...
Who is watching the children?
Steer clear of the crossing guard!
He means to mistreat you.
When will he give in?
And his record is clean
He'll help you across the street
But stay on his good side
It's safety first and civic pride
And what's stashed away on a hidden hard drive
Hard drive
Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
Stop.
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9. |
Pelican Style (Live)
03:23
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Pelican style, self inflicted
Finish strong, cruciform wings
A scorpion's sense of honor, to not die by fire
Oh! Little bustard, never put his head down,
Never put his head down
Oh, little bustard, never put his head down,
Never put his head down
(in the ground now)
The pelican style's to die for the child,
To give up the blood, to play up the swoon, no quailing
Is it afraid of the pain or the flame?
It takes the sting!
Oh! Little bustard, never put his head down,
Never put his head down
Oh, little bustard, never put his head down,
Never put his head down
(in the ground now)
...little bustard, he never put his head down, he never put his head down...
in the...
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10. |
Starting To Burn (Live)
03:37
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It's been an uneasy alliance:
Your radiance, my reliance.
Ultraviolet defiance:
I've got it down to a science.
Oh, the time has arrived
The scales are tipping
Oh oh, it's now breaking down
The script is flipping
Sunshine, you are mine,
I'm 'a take you on.
Star, put a harness on you,
You're starting to burn!
You're starting to burn, you're starting to burn.
It's just desertification, desiccation, immolation,
I'll fight your domination until my day of cremation!
Sunshine, you are mine,
I'm 'a take you on.
Star, put a harness on you,
You're starting to burn! You're starting to burn,
You're starting to burn, you're starting to burn!
I'm 'a take you on.
I'm 'a take you on.
I'm 'a take you on, take you on,
Take you on.
I'm 'a take you on,
I'm 'a take you on,
I'm 'a take you on, take you on.
I'm 'a take you on.
I'm 'a take you on.
I'm 'a take you on, take you on,
Take you on.
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11. |
Noise Complaint (Live)
05:00
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Late night emergency and I'm the one on call
Something's stopping up the works up the block
But it's my night, and I am the handyman, after all,
Even off the clock.
Built for travelers back before the sprawl-out
Now the traffickers they hold the rent down
Long walks of life, housing them all
The thousand restless hearts pounding on these walls
No wonder it's crumbling
Down at The Commons
He's screaming in his sleep
Gone off his meds
He's done something to creep
They set him on his head and he said....
“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
and he said, and he said....
An unregistered guest, a floor full of air mattresses
Smoking what he scored at the cookout!
Old pipes are cracking but I can't seem to fix em, good tools and I keep on working but I can't even fix
em, I can't fix any of those leaks!
So I'm shouting from my shallow,
Announcing from my down below,
LOOK OUT! DON'T GO OUT THERE!
He's been screaming in his sleep
Gone off his meds
He's done something to creep
They set him on his head and he said.....
“BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!”
and he said, and he said, and he said...
“Turn me over, turn me over immediately
You're not the real, you're not the real cops
Turn me over, turn me over immediately
You're not the real, you're not the real cops
(and we said, and we said... Thank You...)
Turn me over, turn me over immediately
You're not the real, you're not the real cops.”
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12. |
Fucket
02:27
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(instrumental)
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