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Desolate Goldmine
03:06
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Next time you're trapped
Inside that desolate goldmine
I hope you set aside some gold
Just for me
You're down there prayin'
For that first glimpse of sunshine
To cut through the rocks
And break you all free
I'm at the surface
With the rescue employees
We're playin' cards
And we're watchin' TV
If we can't reach you
And you pass on to Hades
I hope you got a sexy widow for me
I'm at the surface
With the rescue employees
We're playin' Twister
And we're climbin' a tree
If we can't reach you
And you pass on to Hades
I hope you got a transsexual for me
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Flat-Soled Shoes
03:28
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In flat-soled shoes
You still tower above me
I'll let you read my thoughts
If you let me wear your clothes
If you let me slip inside you
I'll show you what no one knows
Because the more I reveal
The more you might be willing
To share
But by the time I've tried on
Half of your outfits
I'll already be stripped bare
In flat-soled shoes
You still tower above me
Starts with your ruffle shirt
Then onto your pinstriped slacks
Then to your
Rainbow-colored stockings
Right down to your collection of hats
For all those things I've concealed
I'll even tell you my real name
All with the misguided expectation
That for me
You'll do exactly the same
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3. |
Madame Mao Ying
02:22
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You better watch out
For Madame Mao Ying
She's a hapkido warrior
Feared by the Ching
Don't turn your back
On Madame Mao Ying
She'll knock you out
And turn you upside-down
Her taekwondo
Is the baddest around
Madame Mao Ying
Burnin' up this town
Trained in the opera
From an early age
Don't try to compete
She'll blow you off the stage
(Let the temple bells ring
For our blessed Mao Ying)
Madame Mao Ying
Becoming all the rage
Madame Mao Ying
Burnin' up this town
(And the word gets around)
(She'll knock you upside-down)
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4. |
Islamic Jihad
02:51
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Most followers of the Islamic faith
Are NOT terrorists.
Every culture has its
Misguided extremists.
We have our own right here at home.
Bible-thumping
Xenophobic hatemongers.
This one's for them.
Specifically to annoy them.
Islamic Jihad
Hail Saudi Bin Lad
(Great sanctifier with kidneys of fire)
Hail Saudi Bin Lad
(And Zacharias Moussawi)
(And our good friend Zarkawi)
Twin candles of God
(In the heart of the empire)
(One nation under fire)
(Quite sick and perverted)
(But you probably deserved it)
Twin towers of God
Islamic Jihad
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5. |
Crash! Kerblam! Kaboom!
03:46
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Ship it out Friday morning
So they can cut it up Friday evening
And shoot it down
Throughout the weekend
And flush it out by Monday morning
Crash! Kerblam! Kaboom!
On Colombian streets
Teenage girls in the bedroom
A line or two (or three!)
To keep it going
It's the American dream
It's never-ending
But here down south
It's doom impending
Yeah Crash! Kerblam! Kaboom!
On Colombian streets
Unreinforced concrete buildings
Our coffee bean
And countless civilians
They were all knocked down
When the plate shifted
We were robbed
Of all economic security
So we all walk down to the corner
Fully equipped with semiautomatics
And a big briefcase full of crystal
You yanks are keepin' us rich
You pathetic bunch of addicts
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6. |
Insults and Letdowns
00:50
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What should we do about you?
I can't share you
And I can't watch you
Drink yourself blue
What should we do about me?
You're always let down
And insulted by me
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7. |
Cyanide Sister
03:20
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Cyanide sister yer outta control
Unresolved scars from 8 years ago
And years of self-destruction
Have taken their toll
Mom had a favorite
Who she wouldn't say
But she raised three kids
In twelve different ways
If ya had enough sense
You woulda run away
Twelve-year-old gestapo
In the grade-school hall
Five hundred kids
Tryin' to make ya feel small
There ain't nothin' you can do
'Cause they ain't breakin' any laws
You got one friend
But she ain't got a clue
She likes to criticize ya
For everything ya do
She only thinks she knows ya
'Cause she sticks to ya like glue
So ya can't go to school
And ya don't wanna stay at home
Yer friend's just a twit
Don't wanna talk to her on the phone
Girl it looks like yer on yer own
Took ya to the doctor
'Cause you were insane
Locked you up for weeks
And erased half yer brain
So you were only half the problem
But you took all the blame
Since they turned you inside-out
You've been just fine
But it's comin' back to haunt ya
Years down the line
But ya can't tell yer mom
'Cause she's ignorant and blind
She'd say, "it's not my fault
You're sad and depraved
Your brother and your sister
Are so well-behaved
When we sent you
Through corrections
Our family was saved"
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8. |
Invasive Ecology
00:29
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Watch while the heads roll
Transpiring and unfolding
Scream as the steam blows
Unleashing all withholdings
Chased through the back roads
Feel life itself imploding
Frostbit in the ice cold
All family ties eroding
Watch while the heads roll
Struck down in the side row
Cry out but no one listens
Hold it in and swallow
It's how we're all conditioned
Sit still when the sky falls
It's not that consequential
Don't cry when the cops call
Just keep things confidential
Watch while the heads roll
Fresh from the dogfight
Relaxing in the shadows
Out of the limelight
Still scarred and bruised from battle
Without insight into our limitations
Nothing will end right
So have no expectations
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10. |
One Way to Fly
04:13
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Ecstasy at the speed of sound
No one can take us now
So far on a westward breeze
So high over sand and sea
Do you really wanna fly with me?
Catch a ride while you can
Do you really wanna try with me?
The clouds are at your command
Ascendency
Through supersonic waves
Hopefully we'll attain it someday
So high above towers and trees
Recapturing what we once could be
Do you really wanna fly with me?
Doncha think we'll survive?
Do you really wanna try with me?
Put our contentions aside
Do you really wanna fly with me?
Ten thousand feet above land
Do you really wanna try with me?
With me
We could be so free
Put the skeptics to shame
Reconnect and reclaim our domain
Let the skeptics complain
Reunite and regain our acclaim
Put the skeptics to shame
Reconnect and reclaim our old fame
Drive the skeptics insane
Reunite and retain our old flame
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11. |
City In Flames
05:38
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Army in red leaves the city in flames
This is where we belong
But you got to be strong
They'll try and screw you
Into a pointless game
Things have gone wrong
But you've got to go on
No it's just not gonna be the same
Now we've become
Pawns in the game
Oh! Are you ready to be consumed?
Are you prepared to meet your doom
Face to face with the army in red?
Run while you can
There's blood to be shed
Navy in blue
Leaves the city in flames
This is where we belong
But you got to be strong
Keep to yourself
You just might survive
But before too long
You're gonna go wrong
Today the world can be so insane
How many days
Before they feel its pain?
No!
You've fallen into one of their traps
Get ready for your collapse
Witness the rise of the navy in blue
Make for the hills
They're comin' for you! Yeah!
Admirals in green
Leave the city in flames
Everything's gone
The flame rages on
If we could undo
All that they have achieved
We could live on
But the superpower is strong
Face to face
With the admirals in green
We won't stand a chance
They're gonna wipe us clean!
Streetside surprise
Ransacks the city in flames! No!
(Bomb Ba-bada bomb bomb!)
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12. |
Sergeant Kay
04:20
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You hired me
To roll your foot-long cigars
And to drive you 'round town
In a big shiny white car
But I tried on your shoes
And I drank all your booze
So you kicked me out in the alley
And you saw me
On the six o'clock news
You pretend it's alright
But can't you see I'm uptight
As I wandered outta the alley
In my alcoholic state
Throwin' empty bottles at the moon
But I could see it was gettin' late
Then I began to sob
Began to long for that deadend job
I could see
You were not such a sweetheart
But girl, you were such a heartthrob!
Sergeant Kay, it's all up to you
Don't you think I'm ready for you?
Am I ready for you?
Found a flat on the corner
Tried to drown myself in the tub
But then I got out into the world
I watched you couch-dance
At the club
Tried to work my way back to you
But you had found someone new
Who would work for minimum wage
Something I had refused to do
You pretend it's alright
But can't you see I'm uptight?
Wish we could take this
Back to where it began
But now you're the talk of the streets
And have a legion of fans
But let's pretend it's alright
Won't you withstand me tonight?
Oh yeah yeah yeah!
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13. |
Green MoJoe One-Five!
02:56
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