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Perfect Angels
03:17
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She bites her tongue and grinds her teeth
She should have held on to her sweet beliefs
A secret cadre laying underground
Has come to purify the whole town
For upright boys and upright girls
And perfect angels
For perfect stock and perfect breed
And perfect angels
Momma’s looks and daddy’s cash
And perfect angels
He told his joke then he starts to choke
This is one bear that you don’t want to poke
A secret cadre waiting underground
Has come to purify the whole town
[chorus]
When they fall from grace
Will they scrape their face
(Their pretty face)
Perfect angels, perfect angels
We wish we could be
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Dry Rub
02:59
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Suburban zombies on their fitness parades
They clog the road with psychic barricades
The condos clump inside the urban glue
Another day on Troost Avenue
You don’t care, you’re uncaring
Dry rub on the womb (wound)
Baste the children in a sea of panic
And swallow them down your tomb
You won your crown and now you stomp through the town
Trumpeting tantrums until it’s crumbling down
Who owns the ballclub, who owns the streets?
A city of smokers serving up human meats
[chorus]
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Altruistic Death March
04:45
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Put the villains on the march until they’re stiff as starch
And you must have fun, and you must have fun
Put a bullet in their head until they’re good and dead
And you must have fun, and you must have fun
Oh, with your altruistic gun, altruistic gun
Oh, til we’re done
Unnecessary/A necessary kind of evil
Kneel the knees that you have purged to your demiurge
And you must have fun, and you must have fun
Build the spires round their heads til they’re good as dead
And you must have fun, and you must have fun
[chorus][bridge][fucking chorus again]
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4. |
United Meatbags
01:59
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Brothers, lend the people your skin
Sisters, lend the people your limbs
Comrades, bow down to the scene
Families, give the people your spleens
We march outside their golden gates
They sit inside and patiently wait
We must take ever single inch
And pulsate forward and not flinch
United meatbags!
Brothers, give the people your skin
Sisters, give the people your limbs
Comrades, bow down to the scene
Families, lend the people your spleen
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5. |
Grounded
02:58
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You must be stronger than brick
You must be stiffer than prick
You must connect the riffs together
Until you hear them all click
You must be one kind of dude
You must be ancient and crude
Until you crack, everybody cracks
And crave their enemy’a blood
Until you say
No, I’m not like tha
And say
Yes, I’m just like that
You must smile when you’re fed
You must produce when you’re bled
You must never let them recognize their faults in your head
You must be hormonal trough
You must be powered on and off
Until you’re dry, everybody runs dry
And craves their enemy’s blood
Until you say
[chorus]
Grounded and unfounded and unwound
Again
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Motor Away
02:47
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Look ‘em up
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Just Deserts
04:47
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Kids these days, they don’t carry around their radio
Worse yet, no Walkman too
What bout baby boomers, what bout Baby boomers?
What about gen x, what about gen x?
What about gen y, what about me?
What about my wasteland too?
We must prepare the table and then start to serve them
Just desserts, just deserts
And tell them all our weary generation fables
Just desserts, just deserts
They way I see the world, it’s mine!
Just desserts, just deserts
The way I see the map, just deserts here
Kids these days, they don’t listen to the radio
Worse yet, they won’t even die when I die
[chorus]
The way I see the clock, just deserts here
Peace and love and an iron glove
I say
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Hyperventilating
01:46
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You’ve got me hyperventilating, over here
Over here
I, i can’t breath
When you are near
[chorus]
Gift me one more breath
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9. |
Being
03:36
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Partial strings, partial strings weave the dream together
As it’s supposed to go
Partial lines, partial lines are carefully measured
‘Cause we like to show
How much being we have
How much being we have now
How much being do we have?
How much being do we have?
Partial strings, partial strings hold the world together
As it’s supposed to go
Partial sights, partial sights are carefully treasured
In their dimming glow
Of
[chorus]
We offer up our whole being
We offer up our whole being
We conjure our whole being
We piled up our being
Being
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10. |
Prairie Empire
03:35
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Ready-mix concrete
Poured on emptied plains
Ready-mix concrete
Sloshes, splits and stains
Ready-mix concrete
Sticks and traps the heat
Ready-mix concrete
Weathers waves of sleet
Ready-mix concrete
Spire towards the sky
All the subjects weep
Bow their heads and cry
To a prairie empire
Ready-mix concrete
Props a jpeg Wall
Ready-mix concrete
Only objects fall
Ready-mix concrete
Subjugate the fields
Ready-mix concrete
All your opponents yield
Ready-mix concrete
Bend and break and blight
All those plugged into
The awe of the power and light
Of prairie empire
(Fire, fire, fire)
Crumble alone!
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