1. |
Space Force
03:45
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Hey all you losers and all you freaks
You gotta know you mean nothing to me.
I want your lovin’ your gratitude.
I want some credit. I don’t mean to be rude.
I am majestic, magnificent.
You all can witness my amazing ascent.
I’ll tell you something you oughta know:
I am the star of the show.
And when the stars shine down, they’re shining just for me
Malignant narcissist emboldened by deceit
I know there’s only one thing you all want to be
and that’s me.
Making a team of great Scientists
Spielberg and Lucas on the top of my list
Got the best people working for me
I am the chosen one, it’s my destiny
And soon my rocket, some people say,
Will be the envy of the whole Milky Way.
Take heed you Martians, Venutians too
Look out Uranus ‘cause I’m coming for you
And when the stars shine down, they’re shining just for me.
A stratospheric savior smiling on tv
There ain't no quid pro quo just lies and fantasy. Cant' you see.
Oh, and it’s
Space Force! Alright.
And I’m the king of the world. That’s right.
Space Force! Alright.
And I’m the king of the world. That’s right.
Space Force! Alright.
These flying monkeys can fight. That’s right.
Space Force! Me first.
Yeah I’m the king of the world. That’s right.
And when the stars shine down, they’re shining just for me:
A stratospheric savior smiling on tv
I know there’s only one thing you all want to be and that’s me.
Space Force! Alright.
And I’m the king of the world. That’s right.
Space Force! Alright.
And I’m the king of the world. That’s right.
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2. |
Hey Coolness
02:12
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Anarchy, man, it was always just a symbol for me.
Looked cool on a leather back at 17.
Now I'm running the office, and it might seem wrong
Glamorizing all the things we did when we were young.
I don't want nothing no more
That I don't need.
I make exceptions when
I get shipping for free.
I got my money clip
I got my weed
I got my cool reaction
To your obscenity
Hey coolness
Don't crucify this
I got my money clip
I got my money clip
Snapshot selfie: the boss and me on Christmas Eve
Cro-mags t-shirt tucked beneath the three-piece
Speculation there's an opening in Green Bay
Take out the earrings. Polish up the resume.
And when the kids go out
We’ll have a Netflix date.
If it’s something that’s not too long
I might stay awake.
I got my money clip
I got my plasma TV
I got my Kia Sorrento
Got my 403(b)
Hey coolness
Been out for a bit
I got my money clip
I got my money clip
Got my money clip
I got my Prime
I got my plumber's helper
Use it all the time
Hey coolness
Don’t give me no lip
I got my money clip
I got my money clip
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3. |
Hate Jug
03:31
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You never tasted anger in the raw before.
The feeling ended this morning when you walked through the door.
Mixing cocktails from flavors in the swearing jar.
Licking up poisoned pieces of glass from the floor.
And I’m not to blame for what’s pouring from me
And everything inside is starting to feel like
Hate
It won’t wait
Medicate. Eliminate.
Hate
It won’t wait
Release, relief, reveal, repeat.
Wash your mouth out with vomit mixed with kerosene
Strap yourself in the cockpit of the torment machine
You feel the fallout of an internal nuclear war.
Below, the rumblings of darkness’ release evermore.
And I’m not to blame for what’s pouring from me
And everything inside is starting to seethe
And I’m not to blame
And I’m not to blame
And I’m not to blame
Hate
It won’t wait
Medicate. Eliminate.
Hate
It won’t wait
Release, relief, reveal, repeat.
It won’t wait
Medicate. Eliminate.
Hate
It won’t wait
Release, relief, reveal, repeat.
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4. |
Song for Katee
03:41
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Okay I noticed you
Killed half your crew
And Yerxa too
Bad when this started and
Your attitude
Has not improved
You left your man and your kid
That's what you did and I
Don't want you to die
So now you'll captain this ship
A hopeless trip to save
The world from being enslaved
Oh no no no
Oh no no
Oh no no no
No no no
You found yourself far off course
Through no fault of your own
When you'll return is unknown
The former captain gets pissed
Slights your authority
He starts a mutiny
They put you back in the sleep
Then you woke up to burn
Guy whose allegiance turned
Forgot the kidnapping part.
Yet you let Cas join the crew?
Surprised shit happens to you?
Oh no no no
Oh no no
Oh no no no
Oh no no
Oh God it's happening again!
You can't win.
Katee you seem pretty nice.
What did you do in a past life?
Oh God it's happening again!
You can't win.
Katee you seem pretty nice.
What did you do in a past life?
That boron virus thing
It split what's-her-name's spine
You just went blind
Then Harper Glass tells the world
That you're all dead
Your kid's upset
The Soma sleep fries your mind.
Then psychedelic trees.
Secrets released.
Those massive burrowing bugs?
How are you still alive?
Not yet on episode five!
Oh no no no
Oh no no
Oh no no no
Oh no no
Oh no no no
Oh no no
Oh no no no
No no no
Oh God it's happening again!
You can't win.
Katee you seem pretty nice.
What did you do in a past life?
Oh God it's happening again!
You can't win.
Katee you seem kinda swell.
What karmic debt brought you this hell?
Oh God it's happening again!
You can't win.
Katee, your record’s not great.
But does it justify this fate?
Oh God it's happening again!
You can't win.
Katee you seem pretty nice.
What did you do in a past life?
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5. |
Smectic X
03:52
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It's not conjecture
I'm set for tenure
A Nobel prize before
They publish me in Nature.
My work is urgent
Results emergent
Biomolecular reflectors best detergent.
You had your reign
Darkness and pain
But now the light - what’s right
Will propagate again.
And when I’m done
You’ll be the one
They’re laughing at
Because the cleansing has begun.
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me now?
I’m Smectic X!
I am smectic.
l’m dielectric.
Push back the skeptics
Can’t detect what’s unexpected.
Layered disorder.
Meniscussed border.
I know you’re tortured
‘Cause you're forced into a corner.
I’m self-assembled.
I’ll make you tremble.
I don’t resemble
What your system labels "crystal."
I am eclectic.
Ferroelectric.
Despite your efforts
You won’t get it before I exit.
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me now?
I’m Smectic X!
I am Smectic X
I am Smectic X
Later that evening, deep in the bowels of the University, Professor Pew toiled in obscurity. . .
“Goddamn the ethics board,” he exclaimed.
“I know this math is right. . . If I could only. . .”
Years of bureaucratic inertia combined with a heightened awareness of the increasing dangers in the world around him had led to exasperation.
“If they won’t let me test this thing on a simian subject, I’ll be my own guinea pig.”
And he slipped into the Subatomic Quantum Phase Transition Chamber™, convinced this was the only way to prove his theory was correct. . .
"C'mon. . . C'mon. . . What could ever go wrong?"
Neat
I am Smectic X
Soap
I am Smectic X
Neat
I am Smectic X
Soap
I am Smectic X
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6. |
Too Soon
03:17
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Down down down
The darkest part of me.
Now now now
There ain’t nothing to see.
And I can’t feel nothing
And I can’t feel a thing
And I can’t feel nothing
And I can’t feel a thing
I break. I break.
I’m breaking again.
When do these Golden Years begin?
I ache. I ache.
I’m shaking within.
Rip out these stitches and cut me again.
And I can’t feel nothing
And I can’t feel a thing
And I can’t feel nothing
And I can’t feel a thing
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Man, are you getting this?
I got a right to be pissed.
On and on and on and on.
I know you’re ready, now come along.
I break. I break.
I’m breaking again.
When do these Golden Years begin?
I ache. I ache.
I’m shaking within.
Pick up the pieces and break me again.
I break. I break.
I’m breaking again.
When do these Golden Years begin?
I ache. I ache.
I’m shaking within.
Rip out these stitches and cut me again.
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7. |
TV Pusher
03:10
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Titan of Industry.
A smiling family.
Too perfect everything.
Don’t look behind the screen.
Ignore the things you’ve seen.
Cause don't you want to be winning?
Winning.
TV Pusher he knows just how you feel
TV Pusher says that nothing is real
TV Pusher tells you just what you see
"Don't believe it 'til it's been on TV."
TV Pusher TV Pusher
TV Pusher TV Pusher
He looks the part, don’t he?
Well-dressed and smart, only
Maybe he’s not what he seems
Beneath the surface, lies
Fear, threats, and alibis
Fraud, corruption, and greed
TV Pusher he knows just how you feel
TV Pusher's gonna bring you to heel
TV Pusher tells you just what you see
"Don't believe it 'til it's been on TV."
TV Pusher TV Pusher
TV Pusher TV Pusher
C'mon C'mon
C'mon C'mon
C'mon C'mon
What could ever go wrong?
Won’t you please stand by for this important release?
Cover your ears and eyes and embrace the deceit.
TV Pusher TV Pusher
TV Pusher TV Pusher
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8. |
Simian Delight
02:54
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You got me locked up in this cage.
So full of anger. So full of rage.
There’s somewhere else that I should be.
But you don’t dare to set me free. Oh no, no!
All you people stare at me.
Is it so hard for you to see?
I don’t like being on display
Get my revenge on you some way.
. . . This way.
Simian delight
Gift of anger, gift of spite
Simian delight
You’ll never take away my fight.
Oh no, no!
You had your reservations
But thought you'd take the kids
Show them the beauty of the world
Said "something Conservation"
"Endangered Species Act"
Too late. You've turned it all to shit.
Eat This!
Simian defy
You’ll never break me. Do not try.
Simian defend
I’m in this battle ‘til the end.
Your end!
Simian destroy.
Your suffering is now my joy.
Simian delight.
This is the monkey house of fright. That’s right.
Eat shit and die.
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9. |
Sick
03:52
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Day turns into night
Glow of neon light
Thrill becomes concern
Motors slowly turn
I think I’m starting to spin.
Over and over.
Out of my head again.
Wish I was sober.
Quickly I descend
Will this never end?
As my insides churn
Will I ever learn?
And the feeling sinks in.
Over and over.
And then the pain begins.
Wish I was sober.
Make
Me
Sick
I think I’m starting to spin.
Over and over.
Out of my head again.
Wish I was sober..
And the feeling sinks in.
Over and over.
Out of my head again.
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10. |
Song 17
03:12
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Monday: We should talk tomorrow.
Tuesday: Got something to say.
Wednesday: Let’s do this later.
Am I being vague?
Friday: Let’s have that conversation
Sunday: Not today.
Monday: We ought to get together.
Am I being vague?
Listen. No.
It’s not an addiction.
Listen. No.
Don’t make it the same..
Listen. No.
It’s not an admission.
Listen. No.
Not trying to blame.
Thursday: We should talk tomorrow.
Friday: Got something to say.
Sunday: Can we do this later?
Am I being vague?
Tuesday: Not sure I feel like talking.
Wednesday: Not today.
Friday: We ought to get together.
And everyone’s on Sertraline.
And everyone’s on Ritalin.
And everyone’s on Ambien.
And no one’s doing that again.
Listen. No.
It’s not an admission.
Listen. No.
Not trying to blame.
Listen. No.
It’s not contradiction.
Listen. No.
Not playing your game.
Listen. No.
It’s not an admission.
Listen. No.
Not trying to blame.
Listen. No.
It’s not contradiction.
Listen. No.
Not playing your game.
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11. |
Not Your Monkey
03:43
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You had me curled up and balling my fists
Blocking the light from my eyes, and I missed
The opportunity to see what you do to me
It’s got me pissed. You’re on my list
Picked up these chains at the dollar store.
Seem like the same ones I had before.
I see you taking a cut of the profit
Can’t be a part of it.
I see your slick suits for what they are.
Cover up all of your lesions and sores.
You’re almost human but not quite right, man
I’m taking up the fight.
I bought your lies and
I bought your lies
I bought your lies and
I bought your lies
I bought your lies and
I bought your lies
Open my eyes and
We gonna rise.
I’m not your monkey
Not your whore
Not gonna take it no more
I’m not your flunky
Settle the score
I’m not your monkey no more
Saving a place in the darkest of cells for you
A perfect personal hell.
No TV cameras, no fawning fans.
No golden showers. No spray on tans.
I’m not your monkey
Not your whore
Not gonna take it no more.
I’m not your flunky
Settle the score
I’m not your monkey no more.
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12. |
Maggots
02:30
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Are you so blinded by fear
That you can't feel or hear
That sucking sound you make when you're near
the fact that everyone disappears
Are you so blinded by hate
You'd shoot yourself in the face
Sit in self-righteous ecstacy
While everything around starts to fade
No! You don’t know/It eats away at you
Inside/Maybe too late for you
Inside/Crawling all over you
Maggots. Maggots.
Maggots. Maggots
Maggots. Maggots.
Maggots. Maggots.
Are you immune to the shame
Inoculated to blame
You gotta feel some twinge of pain
Maybe you can't feel anything.
No! You don’t know/It eats away at you
Inside/Maybe too late for you
Inside/Crawling all over you
Maggots. Maggots.
Maggots. Maggots
Maggots. Maggots.
Maggots. Maggots.
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