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Big Bang
This isn't another new fashion, or a new wave plastic trend
Everybody's searching for something but in the meantime let's all just pretend
I've got this feeling and I don't know what it is
This room is overcrowded, man, and I need air to breathe, yeah
Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch
Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show
What comes around always comes around
A million hopeless faces dwell within protected walls
All waiting for a moment in life when they can heed the clarion call
And it's all so oppressive my mind feels like a sieve
This city's overcrowded, man, and I need room to live
Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch
Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show
What comes around always goes around
I think of the countless shadows that have all come and gone
All suffering in the notion of better things to come
If you share these beliefs you know I wish you well
Cause there's no room left in heaven and there's sure no room in hell, yeah
Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch
Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day
Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show
What goes around always comes around

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No Control
Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole
Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control
Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah
Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't
Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day
Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah
If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away
And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear
We have no control, we have no control
We have no control, we do not understand
You have no control, you are not in command
You have no control, we have no control
No control, no control, you have no control

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Sometimes It Feels Like
There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page
And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze
The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion
Bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration
Angst and madness weave the fabric of his life
Tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like
There's a panther wild and proud behind the doors of a redolent cage
And an underdeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage
And don't think you're exempt if you earn good weekly wages
'Cause you're neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious
I know there's so much you want to say
But your tongue gets in the way and sometimes it feels like
I know there's so much you want to say
And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way
It's the same for everybody to degrees
We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like

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Automatic Man
He's the latest super hero with powers so profound
He can leap a dotted line in just a single bound
I know you must have seen him in books and magazines
He's the quintessential mindless modern epicene
His life is meaningful because he gets things done
Bang bang he's dead, chalk up another triumph for our hero
The Automatic Man
It's true you must have met him, he's your best friend and your foe
His opinions are determined by the status quo
A true creature of habit, he smokes three packs a day
When he has an original thought he forgets it right away
He's a paradigm of carefree living
He's our mentor, disturb him if you can
He's the answer if your peace of mind is lacking
He's our savior, he is the common man
So if you are troubled by the daily bump and grind
Then take a careful look around and brother you will find
The Automatic Man

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I Want To Conquer The World
Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand
Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying
Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion
Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation
Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure
Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
Hey Mother Mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?
And I want to conquer the world
Give all the idiots a brand new religion
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil
Promote equality in all my decisions
With a quick wink of the eye
And a "God you must be joking!"
Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations
Did you see the children cry when you left them at the station?
Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations
And I want to conquer the world
Give all the idiots a brand new religion
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil
Promote equality in all of my decisions
I want to conquer the world
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children
I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales
We'll have peace on earth and global communion
I want to conquer the world! - (4x)

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Sanity
There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken
The face is blank but the gears are turning
Confusion is a fundamental state of mind
It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt
And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity
There's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling
My body's moving forward but my mind is reeling
Depression is a fundamental state of mind
It doesn't really matter how my day has turned out
I always end up living in this world of doubt
And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing
And sanity will make you strong
If you believe in sanity
And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity

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Henchman
Stranded
In a life in which your struggle for acceptance
Is a never-ending chore
Upbraided
For your actions past and present and rewarded for the ideas
Of the future's bright open door
The henchman
Is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes
Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward
So what good advice have I got for you
To insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate
Don't be a henchman
Stand on your laurels
Do what no one else does and praise the good of other men for good man's sake
And when everyone else in the world follows your lead
Although a cold day in hell it will surely be
That's when the entire world shall live in harmony

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It Must Look Pretty Appealing
The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine
As is dinner with your loved ones every day
But your routine is changeless through the decades of your life
Green pastures, open spaces, holy ways
And it must looks pretty appealing the acres of lights
The crowded festive nights
And the millions of others just like you
Yeah it must look pretty appealing
This other world of sin
We keep dreaming of what other people do
The person sitting next to you is dismal and deranged
On the bus ride home from work to end your day
And the food on your table is more plastic than protein
And your intellect depends on your TV
And it must look pretty appealing
The pastoral retreat
The folks on old main street and the few pleasant people just like you
Yeah it must look pretty appealing
The simple way of life
We keep dreaming of what other people do
But we never do what other people do
You're too scared of other people not like you

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You
There's a place where everyone can be happy
It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world
It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains
And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls
And you know I wish that I could got there
It's a road that I have not found
And I wish you the best of luck dear
Drop a card or letter to my side of town
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
You painted my entire world
But I don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
And I won't forget it
There's a place where everyone can be right
Even though you remain determined to be opposed
Admittance requires no qualifications
It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes
So please try not to be impatient
For we all hate standing in line
And when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought
And eternity, my friend, is a long fucking time
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
You painted my entire world
But I don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
And I won't forget it

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Progress
And progress is not intelligently planned
It's the facade of our heritage, the odor of our land
They speak of progress in red, white and blue
It's the structure of the future as demise comes seething through
It's progress, 'till there's nothing left to gain
As the dearth of new ideas makes us wallow in our shame
So before you go contribute more
To the destruction of this world you adore
Remember life on Earth is but a flash of dawn
We're all part of it as the day rolls on
And progress is a message that we send
One step closer to the future, one inch closer to the end
I say that progress is a synonym of time
We are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine
And progress is a debt we all must pay
Its convenience we all cherish, its pollution we disdain
And the cutting edge is dulling
Too many folks to plow through
Just keep your fucking distance
And it can't include you
It's progress, 'till there's nothing left to gain
It's progress, it's a message that we send
And progress is a debt we all must pay

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I Want Something More
Going through a world of sad debris
Regard quixotic reveries of ownership
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion
The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision
But I want something more
Racing through a life of tragic wastage
I experience the loss of trust and innocence
The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision
But I want something, more

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Anxiety
It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day
It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay
It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment
It's a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man
Foundation of society, anxiety
Suppress it if you can
The caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned
The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan
So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep
Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain
Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man
Foundation of society, anxiety
Suppress it if you can
What are we angry for?
We all need a common cure
That common goal for which you strive
To have more than the other guy
The quest for truth, the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same
The common lie, the righteous cry, we end up all the same
The angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same
The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to
Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain
Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man Foundation of society, anxiety

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Billy
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah
The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade
And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind
It moved him secretly, it moved him powerfully
But prescience was lacking and the present was not all
And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted
And challenging life with the abandon of a fool
He squandered the hours of his day
Then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, yeah
It hit him like a friend, struck something deep within
He couldn't break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him
Just like a fatal tie toward the other side
And Billy was a lunatic, just barking at the moon
And his brain was totally wasted
He then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon
And he threw his future away
Bolt the door and throw away the key
Your dim reflection is all that you can see
So where is the justice when no one is at fault
And a human life is tragically wasted?
How fragile is the flame that burns within us all
To light each passing day?

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The World Won't Stop Without You
You've got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade
Now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave
Enormous things to do, others' practices to eschew
To be better than you is impossible to do
But the world won't stop without you
No, the world won't stop without you
Your achievements are unsurpassed, you are highly-ordered mass
But you can bet your ass your free energy will dissipate
Two billion years thus far, now mister here you are
An element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds
The world won't stop without you
The world won't stop without you
You're only as elegant as your actions let you be
A piece of chaos related phylogenetically
To every living organ system, we're siblings, don't you see?
The earth rotates and will revolve without you constantly
Two billion years thus far, now mister here you are
An element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds
The world won't stop without you
No, the world won't stop without you
I said the world won't stop without you
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