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Play it by Ear (intro)
00:56
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2. |
Ode to the Cynics
03:03
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They, they say
There’s something wrong with this city
There’s nothing going on; this place is lame
But they’re attitudes are the fucking same
Ladies and Gentlemen: it’s time to address
The state of affairs in this lyrical mess
People like to talk, and love to point the finger
But no one wants to lend a hand
It’s easy to talk shit and say that things suck
But real people are trying to make change in this town
And when the people are crying, you raise the wrong finger
But of course, we’re not to blame
They, they say
There’s something wrong with this city
There’s nothing going on; this place is lame
But they’re attitudes are the fucking same
Ladies and Gentlemen: it’s time to reprise
Get your minds out of the gutter; eyes on the prize
This place is only as good as you can make it
But no one wants to lend a hand
Out of job and without any money
You’d think that the masses would stay together
Priorities elsewhere, let’s pack up and leave
But of course, we’re not to blame
They, they say
There’s something wrong with this city
There’s nothing going on; this place is lame
But they’re attitudes are the fucking same
-bridge-
They, they say
There’s something wrong with this city
There’s nothing going on; this place is lame
But they’re attitudes are the fucking same
To all kids sneaking into shows
To everyone that doesn’t give a fuck
And to anyone shoplifting from local businesses
You’re stealing from yourself
Stealing from the people
You’re the ones to fucking blame
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3. |
Pavlov's Dog
01:41
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Hey – Let’s find a job today
Today – And benefits along the way
Stay – For 40 years then I’ll go
Pay – For my free ride and my blow
Everyone’s rich and gets what they want
Trading cars and stocks can be so much fun
Too much to spend, no time to invest
Spend it on ourselves, growing up is the best
Free market just for me, box stores cause we can
Everything good must be made in Japan
Local businesses are dropping on the streets
The word “recession” doesn’t mean anything to me
-bridge/
This doesn’t make any sense
And the cycle always starts again
/bridge-
Hey – The jobs are all gone
Today – Welfare and single moms
Stay – On the street, where we live
Pay – We’ve got nothing to give
You’re drooling from the mouth, ‘cause you thought you heard a bell
But it’s the 12th round; we aren’t doing very well
We’re told to relax and believe in the system
But if it doesn’t work, then this doesn’t make any sense
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4. |
The Demons
04:40
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Night returns to day
Reality has frayed
Memories become hazy; difficult to sight
Conscious is unwinding; morals are gripped tight
If you saw your Mother would you say a word of grace?
If you saw your Father would you kiss him on his face?
What are your beliefs? Do you trust just to exist?
Are you a slave to the Man or a slave to a kiss?
Fight for what you might, though you might not have a cause
You’ll be judged like you have judged; heckling applause
You’re a hypocrite without permit; no reason to be involved
How can you live a life with so many problems unresolved?
And the sun has set for another day
Night has come to set you on your way
Dreams begin, but subconsciously it stays
Fears and love; we’re all here on display
If you saw the Devil would you scream and run away?
If you saw your God would you live to fight another day?
What are your beliefs? Do you breathe just to exist?
Or are you a plight on earth with a clenched fist?
Believe what you want and confirm no words to common man
The adjectives and conjugates fail to help you understand
You’re a mind alone in an empty world; how have we come to this?
Are we all so naïve that we cannot reminisce?
And the sun has set for another day
Night has come to set you on your way
Dreams begin, but subconsciously it stays
Fears and love; we’re all here on display
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5. |
Dance or Decease
04:01
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6. |
A Disco Song
03:45
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The west knows how to live. The east knows how to live
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The rich knows how to live. The poor know how to die
People consume with hate. People discriminate
12 billion in poverty, but gays aren’t allowed to procreate
Where are your priorities? Throw stones at minorities
Is your life so easy that you must hold us down?
You intercept
Transfer your hate into more disrespect
Your words won’t break bones, but they scar
You don’t even know who they are
And you demand
To be heard but you can barely understand
We are no different, from you
We are no different, from you
You hate Cause you don’t Get it Your hate It gains Nothing
You’re sexist, racist
Vulgar, tasteless
Black and white
Retarded faces
Homophobic
Xenophobic
Phobic of this
fucking world we’re on
Once upon a time we’re all listening to disco
Dance with one another. No quarrels with each other
The early bird demands it’s worm but sells it’s eggs for profit
We demand our differences; We demand convenience
Look up to some, down at the rest. That’s how things are done
If we were the same then this house would be overrun
We have the right to choose who and what we want to see
Everyone has a price. The ones who owe the debt are you and me
You intercept
Transfer your hate into more disrespect
Your words won’t break bones, but they scar
You don’t even know who they are
And you demand
To be heard but you can barely understand
We are no different, from you
We are no different, from you
You hate Cause you don’t Get it Your hate It gains Nothing
You’re sexist, racist
Vulgar, tasteless
Black and white
Retarded faces
Homophobic
Xenophobic
Phobic of this
fucking world we’re on
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7. |
Blunt and Obvious
04:19
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You are lodged inside my brain
But you have jumped another train
Damnit I miss you
Life can get the best of us
Love distorts a sense of trust
Is it over; is it through?
When we were one we’d never fight
Now we’re two; we both can’t be right
Fucked if I can count the nights
Feels like I’ve lost someone else’s fight
I can see this keep on getting worse
My mind is frail like I’ve just been cursed
I can’t believe, it’s been just over a week
I smile and clench my teeth as I struggle to speak
I’m ignoring all my friends
I’m sick of all these comparisons, saying YOU’RE SO WRONG FOR ME
I’m feeling so upset
And this situation keeps getting worse; yet YOU’RE STILL PART OF ME
You said you can’t keep going like this
No strength or time, you just can’t commit
I can’t argue with you on that
You’re younger by a couple of years
Overwhelmed by choice and consumed by fears
I guess there’s no turning back
You’ve got to do this by yourself
The same problems that we’ve all been dealt
But this is one I’ve never felt
Self infliction to support someone else
I want you back, it’s easy to tell
But I know that you aren’t doing too well
Has it been a year, a month, a week?
When will you choose to speak as if you still know me?
I’m ignoring all my friends
I’m sick of all these comparisons, saying YOU’RE SO WRONG FOR ME
I’m feeling so upset
And this situation keeps getting worse; yet YOU’RE STILL PART OF ME
I’m ignoring all my friends
I’m sick of all these comparisons, saying YOU’RE SO WRONG FOR ME
I’m feeling so upset
And this situation keeps getting worse; yet YOU’RE STILL PART OF ME
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8. |
End of Songs
01:45
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Plague; famine; nuclear war
global warming and nothing to live for
human atrocities so very wrong
but fuck em now, it’s the end of songs!
This will be the end of song(s)? x4
If that wasn’t enough, we’ve got mtv
Bastardizing and raping the music scene
Artists with integrity? Not for long
Give up hope it’s the end song(s)
This will be the end of song(s) x4
-bridge-
Once told that science will prove us wrong
Now we know this is the end of songs
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10. |
Misato (dub)
04:17
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11. |
Look at Me (BANANAS)
01:28
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12. |
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