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lots of pain
02:21
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get off my lawn
get off my lawn
it's not a public easement
you don't have a reason
what's with the shovel?
what's with the backhoe?
there's nothing down there
only a black hole.
the mounds of dirt in the grass
occurred naturally.
the rocks behind them
that look like they have writing on them
were formed by thousands of years' worth
of wind and rain and pain.
lots of pain.
get off my back
get off my front
this isn't hunting season
this is an act of treason
what's with the hammer?
what's with the headband?
what's with the flashmob
doing a kegstand?
the things i said to myself
were said casually
the rocks behind me
that look like statues of celebrities
were formed by thousands of years' worth
of wind and rain and pain.
lots of pain.
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prototype
02:46
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she was a prototype
a demonstration of what was possible
and she was great
until we started finding bugs
cut the power to her legs
so she can't run away
because she will run away.
my love is science
my will is strong
she was the pinnacle
of everything i worked so hard to show you
you weren't the only one
i would have my day
but you weren't jealous you just
pretended not to notice and turned the other way
and then turned another way.
her signal's failing.
her hearing's gone.
i was a visionary
a maveric, a certain something else
a prototype of future men,
the giant's shoulders.
cut the power to my brain
so you can fix me up
and send me on my way,
so i can have my day.
your love was science
you're rarely wrong
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3. |
run
03:17
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marching down the boulevard
with a bottle full of rye
westward toward the mountains
while we still have light.
we lost another three last night
our party's growing thin
nobody will say aloud
what we all are thinkin'
and we run
we run
everyone is broken from
this nightmare we are in
we go through all the towns we know
to try to find our kin
we heard about a commune over
high up in the hills
walls around, they're safe and sound
and that is why we still...
we still run
we run
we just passed the water park
it can't be much more now
food is running low, you know,
our time is running out.
and we put all our eggs in this
so we don't have a choice
the scout is back, he's seen the town
is that terror in his voice?
and we run
we run
we lost another seven
only three of us remain
and two of us are scared as hell
that johnnie's gone insane
his eyes are lit with fire now
as he pulls out a gun
that look upon his face
unhinges us and so we run
oh, we run.
we run.
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if there's coin in yr pocket, won't you give some to me?
i am at starbucks where nothing is free.
i want a muffin and a cup of coffee
i'll pull yr arm from its socket
if there's coin in yr pocket
and you don't give some to me.
if there's cash in yr wallet, won't you give some to me?
i'm at mcdonalds where nothing is free.
i want mcnuggets and a big ol' sweet tea.
i'll hit yr face with a mallet
if there's cash in yr wallet
and you don't give some to me.
if there's gold in yr fanny pack, won't you give some to me?
i'm at seven eleven where nothing is free.
i want some funyuns and a cherry slurpee.
i'll stab yr neck with a thumbtack
if there's gold in yr fanny pack
and you don't give some to me.
if there's food in yr pantry, won't you give some to me?
i'm at yr front door and very hungry.
i want a sandwich and a thing of string cheese.
i will kill yr whole family
if there's food in yr pantry
and you don't give some to me...
and you don't give some to me.
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