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Move To Switzerland
02:43
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I wanna destroy everything
to start over again.
I would like to dress up in your skin.
Stay under the surface and suck holes in the air.
Where do most people hide?
I'll meet you there.
My girlfriend's a shinning example.
My friends are shinning shoes.
I've gotta be two places at once
and the last place will lose.
I want to kiss you on your forehead
and your shins
and make pretend you wanna be here again.
Become very plain and make a choice to move in.
Turn yourself around and move to Switzerland.
You gotta make $ to make $,
close to close in.
I need to find a new voice.
I need to dress up in your skin.
Screw Spain, I want to move to Switzerland,
and bathe myself in all their equal things.
Stay under the surface
and suck holes in the air.
Where do most people hide?
I'll meet you there.
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2. |
This Isn't French
04:13
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Listen to me, hey, listen to me.
This isn't French, this isn't a mess.
Dress yourself up.
Paint on a new face.
I painted words, I painted words in this place.
Marcel Marceau and Jean Cocteau.
A mercy killing or stupid joke.
Dress yourself up. Dress up yourself.
This isn't character assassination.
Paint your face like mine.
I do it all the time.
This isn't character assassination.
Marcel Marceau and Brigitte Bardot.
A mixture of even and no place to go.
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Skunk Medicine
03:25
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Everyone is more important then they are.
I'm here lost in the back of a car.
I wish I wasn't so sick inside,
you wish I didn't have to lie.
Who cried till they couldn't breathe?
Throwing up from the thought of disease.
I wrote words in the back of a car
so you can kiss boys at the bar.
Old wounds cured by skunk medicine,
place that on the grave of information.
Write some words never to send
to someone you couldn't call a friend.
The flicker of the corner of an eye.
The sting of each word as a lie.
When the lights sparkle like they do,
eyes don't lie, they bend the truth.
Remember to kiss and embrace your friends,
tell each one you love and miss them.
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Telegram me to a tank.
Being misunderstanding I commit to sank.
German investors on a train
and group drugs in the vain.
We used to think about money
now we all think the same.
Everyone is a baby. Everyone is lame.
There are rapists in the bathroom.
There are scripts in the lounge.
Do you have those dirty knees
from scrounging on the ground?
We used to think about money
now we all think the same.
Everyone is a lazy. Everyone is lame.
Everyone is talking a new language,
a language I don't seem to know.
They're all in the basement.
Into the basement we go.
We used to think about money
now we all think the same.
Everyone is a crazy. Everyone is lame...
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This gritty eye goes out to every pretty girl.
Everyone with a fake I.D.
Everyone staring at me.
These girls wanna eat me alive.
These girls just want their presence known.
A cocktail party romp,
wondering how you got home.
I wanna marry all the women.
These prizes go out to every lift of spirit.
Every lady looking at me
and every appointment spree.
These girls wanna lift their dresses
over their heads and to the left.
A cocktail party effect
or so the gentlemen would guess.
This dirty eye goes out to every pretty girl,
everyone with a fake identity,
anyone looking at me
these girls wanna eat me alive.
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6. |
Death To Saint Paul
02:28
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We want to kill ourselves tonight.
We won't tomorrow if we survive.
Yesterday we didn't hate being alive.
So why does tonight hang like a lie?
How did you memorize my mind?
I know you do it all the time.
I call for death to Saint Paul
and all those within it's walls.
And time, it flies right by.
You don't have a moment to wonder why.
Sighted people carrying sticks to hit us with.
Thanks for all your time, money and wit.
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I find swearing very unbecoming on you.
You were a bank guard and a glowing bride too.
I spend most of my days alone in a room,
staring at pictures of you as the godless groom.
And doctors raise the sick, I guess.
And psychologists raise the depressed.
And rich kids get richer by the day.
And poor kids get to be happy today.
Phantom phones ring from vibration.
A wallet dies of castration.
Where are the tattooed knuckles stuck?
All these people never get their cut.
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8. |
Kill Everyone Alive
04:37
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Kill models,
kill everyone alive.
Make progress,
steal time.
Shake your head,
shake shadows too.
Take photos,
destroy photographs of you.
Make payments.
Take your dress off.
Be lonely
and make feeling out of cloth.
Kill time,
kill circumstance.
Make yourself at a glance.
Torment me further,
make time shorter.
Find places you like to dance.
Kill the video,
killer the editors.
Wait for the others
and find yourself smothered.
Take money.
Make funny.
Find your place
and take a punch to the face.
Make payments.
Take your dress off.
Be lonely.
Make feeling out of cloth.
Kill time,
kill circumstance.
Make yourself out of glass.
Torment me further,
make life shorter.
Find places you like to dance.
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9. |
Minor Celebrity
03:47
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Let's steal toilet paper from the bar
and get married in your car.
There are the "Yes" men
and there are "No Fucking Way" men.
You were born in that war that never happened.
Is controversy really news?
Is forethought really blue?
Every single person alive
looks exactly the same all the time
every moment of their lives.
Everyone is trying to survive.
Let's steal moments like this time.
And place them in your head.
I can bury you in bed.
You can be a minor celebrity.
You can take your place with me.
You can strive to impress,
clothed or undressed.
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Intertwined
03:28
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Gravitating and lose of being.
Love is seeing.
Love is breathing.
I lost my mind to the time we intertwined.
One guiding hand.
No more insight to the way I live my life.
No more prying eyes and new surprise.
I lost my mind to the time we intertwined.
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11. |
A Girls Night
02:19
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It only takes a few more looks.
You'll get a way, you can shake a shook.
I'm looking for the perfect medium
somewhere between not so good and awesome.
Have I ruined your time?
I guess I'm that kinda guy.
You can walk right through me, I don't mind.
I'm not here today. I won't be here tomorrow.
Up to my neck but still shallow.
Up for grabs but till I swallow.
Not up for anything anymore.
You were old and stupid, now you're young and stupid.
It only takes a few more sniffs.
You'll get a way, you can make it stiff.
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