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Denial
04:29
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I don't wanna see it, why we gotta worry?
Stop my ears to sound and close my eyes to fury
If you try to capture images of me now
I'm moving too fast, you'll find they turn out blurry
Fun and fancy free
I'll pretend it's normal if that's what you want, so
Please don't cry for me
Wish me all the best; forget all the rest
Fun and fancy free
Let's pretend it's normal, just so we can cope
Please don't cry for me
I just gotta stay in motion
Keep my head on a swivel
Turn off all the news, and the hate, and the ignorant lies and the drivel
I just stay in a man-cave
I just act like a caveman
I just got a new pair of skates
So you better stay out of my way man
I am still on fire
I am in denial
If you wanna party
Throw me on the pile
I don't understand it
I don't really want to
And when I'm a ghost
I promise I will haunt you
Oh
Maybe if it's fake
If it's just not real
Maybe there's a way
To stunt the fear I feel
To go back to the store
To head back to the beach
To get to the salon
And if I enter the breach, then
Please don't cry for me
Ignorance is bliss, and I've got it in spades, so
Please don't cry for me
What I don't know can't hurt me, so
Please don't cry for me
How could they reduce my right to get a spray-tan!?
Please don't cry for me
Dying free is just dying
Please don't cry for me
Not too bright upstairs, but still, I have my values
Please don't cry for me
Cry for all the ones I'm going to infect
Please don't cry for me
I live in denial, I live in denial
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2. |
This Is Normal
03:28
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Unpopular opinion:
I don't want normal
I don't want the poor to be
Dying on the streets, that's
Normal
So normal
So normal
I don't want to view vast
Chasms of wealth divide between
The rich and the rest
That's normal
So normal
Too normal
But if that's the kind of world you want
Take a sip and say goodbye
Take the ashes of the world we know
And soak them in the tears I cry
If that's the kind of world you want
Take a sip and say goodbye
I don't want to live in a
Fascist police state
Where bodies are destroyed
By their race, and their color
That's normal
Too normal
Too normal
I don't want live in a place where morons
Couch their stupid lies in flags and religion
That's normal
That's normal
That's normal
But I want to live in a world with you
We've got the brains to break our chains and start anew
That's normal
That's normal
So normal
I just want to live in a
World where human life
Getting all the dignity and grace it deserves
Is normal
So normal
So normal
Some call me a dreamer
Some, a terrorist
Some, the enemy
I would tear down all of this
Billionaires are swine
Their fruits are their corruption
Greed is just lust
And profits are seduction
Posting advertisements
In a hospital or chapel
Being told "It's okay!"
By motherfucking Apple, yeah
We're all in a jam
Yet the companies abuse it
And "in these trying times"
I'm gonna fucking lose it
Every single day
We slip a little further
The economy demands
A tidy bit of murder
An Idiot-in-Chief, cries,
"We must not spare the dying"
And folks with half a brain,
They just can't believe he's lying!
But I won't be tempered
I simply won't be silenced
When love is so ignored
Watch the masses turn to violence
In this bitter forge
Let the planet cease its turning
And if it will not cease?
Then watch it start burning
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Well my gut
Is jello
And my hands
Are like glass
And my thighs
Grow in size
To the click
Of the clock
And the couch
Has a dent
From the weight
Of my ass
And the weight
Of my heart
And the weight
Of my cooooooo
HELP! It's obscene!
But I just can't seem to move
I've lost my motivation
Help! My routine!
Now I'm trapped upon the sofa
A couch is eating me
Oh dear me!
Someone grab an arm and pull me out of all this
Loss; misery;
Though it's such a sorry state
A couch is eating meeeeee
(Yeah!)
On Day 10
It grew teeth
And they dug
In my legs
And my back
It would rest
On a soft
Bed of mold
But for all
My concern
I am stuck
I can't move
I've got piss
In my pants
And my feet
Feel so cold
Help! It's obscene!
But I just can't seem to move
I've lost my motivation
Help! My routine!
Now I'm trapped upon the sofa
A couch is eating me!
Oh dear me!
Someone grab an arm and
Pull me from my friggin' seat!
Misery!
Though it's such a sorry state
A couch is eating me
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4. |
The Eternal Party
03:26
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There's a party
So I hear
Way up in the atmosphere
No one hears it
No one sees
But everyone is VIPs
Some go early
Some go late
Some go in love, some in hate, but
Fear the bouncers
Fill the hall
There's blood upon the disco ball
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I would hate to make you worry
When we get there, they'll be waiting
What's the use in contemplating?
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
How I worry, how I worry
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
How I worry, how I worry
Orpheus is on the lute
Mozart's up there playing flute, and
Princess Di is on the bass
Or so I hope
Sunday nights are minuets
Fridays are for foxtrots and on
Saturdays they lose control
Save your soul
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
Everybody need not worry,
Still repose, in still repose
260,000 souls
Up there, they're at the party
(I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry)
Blood pays blood, the same old story--
(I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry)
But it's never enough
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
Money, money, money, money
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
Money, money, money money
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
Money, money, money, money
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
Off to that Eternal Party
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