Swap Meet

They need a lifestyle that is comfortable
They travel far to keep their stomachs full
They make a living off of arts and crafts
The kind with seashells, driftwood, and burlap
They make a deal when they come to town
The Sunday swap meet is a battle ground
She loves him more than he will ever know
He loves her more than he will ever show
Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart
Keeps her photographs close to her heart
(They) keep(s) the bitterness close to the heart

 

Mr. Moustache

Fill me in on your new vision
Wake me up with indecision
Help me trust your mighty wisdom
Yes I eat cow I am not proud

Show me how you question, question
Lead the way to my temptations
Take my hand and give it cleaning
As I eat cow I am not proud

Easy in an easychair
Poop as hard as rock
I don't like you anyway
Silly little fucks ( Seal it in a box)

I'm new

I'm who? (Damn you)
I'm you

 

Sifting

Afraid to grade
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cross, self-loss
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Some fear none
Wouldn't it be fun?

Your eyes... Teacher said
Your eyes... Preacher said

Don't have nothing for you

Spell the smell
Wouldn't it be fun?
Search for a church
Wouldn't it be fun?
Wet your bed
Wouldn't it be fun?
Cold and coals
Wouldn't it be fun?

 

Big Cheese

Big cheese Make me
Mine says, "Go to the office"

Big cheese Make me
Mine says, "What'd it (I) say?" (live: Bloody Hell)

Black is black, straight back
Need more enemies
Show you all what a man is

Big lies Make my
Mine says, "Go to the office"

Big cheese Make me
Message? What is it?

Black is black, straight back
Need more enemies
She is glue how are you? (glue = good)
Ohhhhh, nice, (night) (right)

 

Downer

Butchered sincerity, act out of loyalty
Defend your true country, wish away pain
Hand out lobotomies, to save little families
Surrealistic fantasy, bland, boring, pain

Hold me down in restitution
Living out your date with fusion
Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard
Don't feel guilty, master writing

Somebody says that they are not much like I am
I know I can make enough words for you to follow along
I sing your song

Sickening pessimists, hypocrite master
Conservative communists, apocalyptic bastards
Thank you, dear God for putting me on this Earth
I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst

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