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When I was young
I thought you were the coolest girl
I thought that you were gonna
Grow up to rule the world
An executive something or something
In a higher place feeling like nothing
Wonder if you will...
But lately you've polluted my dreams
I've a brand new intimate scheme
I don't think that you understand
This shit is getting out of hand
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My baby's got a cracked face
My baby's got a lead waist
My baby wants a love song
My baby's gonna get one
My baby is skeletal
My baby's got a leaky hull
My baby ain't a good girl
Or a good girl
Or a bad girl
Or a Frisbee
I'm gonna tell you 'bout my love
My baby is a carving knife
Stuck posing for a still life
Regret in her cheek bones
And the black foam
Under her lips forms
I'm gonna tell you 'bout my love
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3. |
Enter The Backwards Kid
02:22
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I am on the morse machine
My mouth like a megaphone today
The young ticket inspectors
Freaky flying cock cutters Way hey
I’m moving through London
Like some kind of white noise Gigolo
As I tell my friends the bad signs
And I should be a stain glass window
They silence the children as they work
And trim the adult lonely thirst
For warmth that I will never ever see
Until my reaping day
In the dog house lying down
The question in ancient town
Kelly, Richard and the Star Trek nerd
I wish they weren’t the only ones
I know they are the only ones
Enter the backwards kid
Enter the backwards kid
Enter the backwards kid
They chant it from the balcony
Enter the backwards kid
Cos what he needs is always hid
And what he wants is never quite as
Simple as he thinks
I pass a petrol station
And you getting in a car to go
To the brainstem museum
But you'll back one day soon
I know
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My bent geology
Crooked ecology
You seemed so senseless
Light forming on your surface
Plain spoken detectives
Trying to figure out just what you meant
It cost me so much
To pay them all off
A system of the second best
Of endless lines of tourists
And all my poor detectives
Were trying to figure out just what you meant
Trying to figure out just what you meant
And nothing ever changes
For plain spoken detectives
Trying to get away
From what you said
Trying to get away
From what you said
Authority Logic
Headstone heart
Wooden eyelids
And a chair sit in
All the crazy
Times we had
Our friends were crack heads
And I think I see them
Almost drowning
Through the rain
They come surfing
Out my mind
I wish I had
A drip to cling to
Authority logic
Brainless Light
The stupid way
That I look forward to it
And all the reasons
Why you can't act
Well we can't act
You've seen our childhood plays
And they are all grim
Martyred rainbows
Flooding in
And nothing ever felt so perfect now
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We watch the Venezuelan swimming team
For an hour or more and
Then we pass out
Choke on our spit
And the paramedics (who are bored of our shit)
All come out
Don’t knock them
Don’t knock them down
We sit in the mega store full of junk
And starve ourselves drunk
But we can’t see why
We can’t be in a swimming team
And get free water and love each other
Until the day we die
Don’t knock them
Don’t knock them down
The ceiling fan dims
Drool tasting stranger
The passionate people
All say that they hate us
We never wanted
To make such a scene
Just to be
On the Venezuelan swimming team
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This morning I called up again
It was the loneliest feeling
It was a drunken dream and
You hardly seemed to be there
This morning I called up again
I had a sinking feeling
I’ll make you please to see me
I got this all planned out
If you can’t come don’t sweat it
I am not thinking of you
It is just another reason
You know that I don’t need a reason
I know that you think it’s hard for me
This morning I woke up and laughed
It was a sacred struggle
You know the gods all told me
That you would just be trouble
The light is like a burglar
The light came through my letterbox
I’m in a drunken dream now
I can recite your number
I can recite your number
If you can’t come don’t sweat it
I am not thinking of you here
It is just another reason
That is not a good enough reason
I know that you think it’s hard for me
But you know it’s not that hard for me
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8. |
The Coolest Girl
02:37
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When I was young I thought you were the coolest girl
I thought that you'd grow up to rule the world
But lately I don't know what's happened
I feel like someone who has been abandoned
And you've infected my dreams
Oh yes you have
You've infected my dreams
When I was young I thought that you were fricking hot
And lava wasn't made of cheaper stuff
Back then it was just common or garden soot
And you were standing by the rocks telling Jesus to stay put
Oh I've got such a twisted mind
I don't think I'll leave any of this behind
When I was young I thought you were the coolest girl
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9. |
Part 2: The Petrol King
00:45
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Here he comes down the corridor
The prisoners weeping as he strides
Sipping on a Diet Coke
With his feelers over his eyes
He's got brands on trainers
He's got syrup in his veins
His giving us all our brand new
Names
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10. |
Vampire Ray
02:14
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Vampire Ray
Has a history of violence
And a first rate degree in biological science
And he looks good in leather
But he'd only upset ya
Vampire Ray
Sees the world in a bubble
And he only likes girls who are covered in rubble
Because he don't know what to say
Oh well better luck next time Ray
Say what you want to say
Of Vampire Ray
Vampire Ray
Smokes juniper flavoured
Marijuana sticks to control his behaviour
Because he's so fucking free
That he's living off our misery
Vampire Ray
Has a romantic thing for
Peppermint Anne but she's got a ring for
Her fiance
Oh well better luck next to Ray
Say what you want to say
Of Vampire Ray
We all know he's been a bitch
To Spinning Top Rich
Under the black sun
And into the night
Under the black sun
And he'll be alright
Under the black sun
And he's outta sight...
Say what you want to say
Of Vampire Ray
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She stands in the leopard mirror room
And waits for
The servants to bring her the chains
To tie her
It's a good way to be guilty
It's a good way to be guilty
So they say
She killed a guard in anger once
And got caught
Snorted cocaine on the stand
And all cheered
She was happy with conditions
Spits downstairs
To the basement where the crocs
Are hungry for her flesh
She'll get to know them soon enough
When she gets thrown down there for being much too tough
She'll never talk
She'll never walk
Anywhere anymore
The evil genius of the petrol king
Who stands and
Washes all the knives himself
With no help
It's a good way to be guilty
She says my sell is oh so filthy
And I know that no one loves me
But the backwards kid and he
Doesn't understand me
So now guards unhand me!
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12. |
The Man Without Eyes
02:33
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The man without eyes
He's a little on the blind side
The man without eyes
Oh don't get on his bad side
The girl with red hands
Is crying near the band stand
The girl with red hands
No she doesn't see him, no she never sees the man
Though he's trying his best
Though she's trying her best
He's just a man without eyes
The man without eyes
He's a little on the blindside
The man without eyes
Don't tell him to look on the bright side
And he's trying his best
Though he's trying his
BEST
(don't you know it's his)
BEST
The man without eyes
The tot with no tongue
Well no blow jobs for anyone
The teen with no tongue
Well no one's gonna have a single scrap of fun
And he's trying her best
And she's trying his best
And when we wake all in the sun
Will it still be all our of our faults
And if we're covered in salt
Will I remain?
With a man without eyes
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13. |
Checklist of Lies
01:49
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Stop the incinerator
I've got a brand new form of light
The coolest girl that I know
Keeps me in her pocket at all times
And it's alright
The laws they read like a checklist of lies
All the kingdom is numb
Paper, plastic, ordinary beer
And if I wake up tonight
I know that you'd you'd only disappear
But it's alright
Just for tonight
The emptiness and a checklist of lies
She steps with a smile to the bus stop
And waits for the 711
She going the way that she came
With her hand in her hair
And a checklist full of lies
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14. |
Humid Tiger
03:14
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Childhood-pornographic shell
15 moping brat who’s going to hell
17 the tiger wakes
Like a speeding train without carbon brakes
Humid Tiger won't you come home to me
I don’t love you but I’ll say I do
All your teeth for all my jewels
Sunlight inside of the petrol tank
Glowing through you on the crater’s bank
Humid Tiger won't you come home to me
It's the best thing that we've ever done for you
It's the only way to be certain now
It's a good way to be guilty
Humid Tiger won't you come home to me
When I was young I thought you were the coolest girl
I thought that you'd grow up to rule the world
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15. |
Sorry (For Everything)
00:49
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(To everyone)
I'm sorry for being such a dick
I'm sorry for wearing your lipstick
I'm sorry for holding on to your leg
For dear life
I'm sorry for calling up my friends
To check if we were alright
I'm sorry for it all
Sorry for it all
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(Dedicated to all my friends)
Snakes and ladders in the brainstem museum I know
You text chastity in underline letters I know
Ripped apart by all the heartfelt fuck boys I know
The cemetery shelter of the folky winter I know
I got the bleeding heart liberal tombstone blues
I talk to my best friend's girl about toxic scaly eyes
I got that Hitler Hemingway heart break
There’s darkness in the mist
With crazy spots of light
I’m alright
If you have a plane to catch in the hazy London morning I’ll go
All the worms that slither through your headphones I know
Yeah nonsense is my defence against a heavy handed heart
That doesn’t know what it wants at any one time
But its fine
You know
I got the bleeding heart liberal tombstone blues
I talk to my best friend's girl about toxic scaly eyes
I got that Hitler Hemingway heart break
There’s darkness in the mist
With crazy spots of light
I’m alright
And I swear I won’t betray you
I swear I won’t betray you
This time
It'll be fine
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