LYRICS
You Will Be A Hot Dancer
Damn, this situation's new to me, why? I see a head afraid to be himself, I bet he'd to
have a little encouragement from the opposite, come that side of the floor...Yes! Egg him
along, make him feel at ease with himself, steal his clothes, leave him his shoes, let's
get this marmaduke naked! Make him feel at ease, let's get this maraduke naked so lose
your head and go to pieces.....Don't you make fun of me...don't you make fun of me! I'm
gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer! Oohh... now that the basics are down,
converse amongst yourselves. But, keep an eye out for the next complication. In other
words, grab the next motherfucker marmaduke , who refuses to submit to these pelvic
ostentations. I can't wait until the syllables bend. Let's get this marmaduke naked, let's
get this marmaduke naked ...so lose your head and go to pieces! Don't you make fun of
me...don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Shaft
Who am I? I am I. Who are you? You are me! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I
see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft!
I'll get a new one, then! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around,
I tell myself I live again! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look
around, I tell myself I live again! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it
straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Up until this day; I take a look,
a look around, gas limited. Up untile this day; I look around, I tell myself I live again!
Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?
Take Me To Your Leader
What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly, picked out things to
flip around and view a lot differently? What if blue sky, all of a sudden turned a purple
hue? We would shit a brick the size of all of it...what if? What if I was just
daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day?
You can bet your dollar I'd be happy! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy! What if mothballs, hangin' around too close
to microwaves suddenly woke up and said, "Take me to your leader or die by fly guy!
He'll push ya' out, no wings attached!" Just do as I say, no mistake, he'll blow
away. What if I was daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if I had a mustard
drenched cucumber tied to my leg and I did not want my pants to get dirty? What if this,
what if that?! Go! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your
leader or die by the fly guy! I forgot to remember my...PAIN! My pain! Forgot to inject
my...cocaine! Forgot to apply my...rogaine! Forgot to remember...my pain! I never think, I
never thought, oh maybe I'm insane! I think I like being way the fuck out of my brain! I
forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly
guy!
Version
We could live in a house outside of town, we could build our own version of society,
well...there'd be no one to answer to and complicate our lives, we could be the epitome of
self sufficience. Time to pay! To pay! Time to pay; you've got to pay me! Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Why should we carry on your false
integrity? When you've shown us that you can't even keep your nest clean. So far we've put
finacial gain ahead of human needs, quality of our lives should be prioritized. Time to
pay! To pay! Time to pay; you've got to pay me! Why should I? Why should we pay for your
mistake? To carry on. Modify your version so we can carry on. To carry on. To be
conclusive, I'd like to say, you've done a super-fine job with your display. I see now
that you cannot comprehend what it means to respect your life and then some! To be rich,
that would be great. No, but it doesn't mean POO-POO without your nest! So why should I
pay for your misake, man? Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on.
Modify your version so we can carry on. To carry on.
Azwethinkweiz
Floatin' round my brain, tryin' to think about the other thing. Than that thought you know
I'm considering. What if what I thought, about who I think I though I was, was nothing
more than my cerebellum slobbering? Azwethinkweizm is hard to think about, but simple to
trust. You'll know your on it when your brain won't stop to take a break, no! So when
donut boy comes askin' around , tryin' to figure out somethin' new, you just smile and
say, "Pardon you! I'm sitting through some particles and farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds!" So I think upon that
ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinkin' about the thinkweiz is leaving me
distraught! Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do. Some think I'm insane, 'cause I think about the other thing, than
that one thought you call reality. What if what you thought, about who you think you
thought you were, was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling! Azwethinkweism should
be a topic we all can trust. It's just to bad it makes your head go zippitykrack @#$%
dang! So when donut boy comes sniffing around trying to figure out something new, you just
laugh and say, "Pardon you, I'm through some particles and farcing through some
folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds." So I think upon
that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinking about the thinkweiz is leaving
me distraught. Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do. So what if you thought about the thinkweiz was nothing like you think
you are? You'd probably more than likely be a lookyloo lookin' like you think you do. Like
you think you do.
Hilikus
About a hundred years ago now, thought I was left for dead. Soliloquy, she was my ...A
picture, a wake, my metaphoric friend. So then I fell in love with an irony named life, it
taught me this from that and...a picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus. History has a
tendency to block yout the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with
my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it,
go! You've got to be, so good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS! So I took a walk out side
with my new found friend and the knowledge imbibe. I figured I'd find another with the
same attitude, yes, then maybe I could talk to someone other than myself! The doors are
swinging wide open, a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket had a lot to do with my
new found friend, the hilikus. History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs
about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe
they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, So good to be, You've
got to be HILIKUS!
Redefine
Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink yeah, now think of your body as the pen
where the ink resides Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you know? You're the humane magic
marker, wont you please surprise my eyes?! It's in your nature, you can paint whatever
picture you like no matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight So modify this third
rock from the sun by painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one I'm sick of
painting in black and white my pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to
fit your definition Picture the scene, where whatever you thought, would, in the blink of
an eye, manifest and become illustrated You'd be sure man that every line drawn reflected
a life that you loved not an existence that you hated So, must we demonstrate that we
can't get it straight? We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paint Lets figure
out what the fuck it's about before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting
myself to fit your definition Redefine
Vitamin
I'm born I'm alive I breathe In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere upon which I
reside, is asleep on its feet. should I go back to sleep? We orbit the sun I grow up my
open eyes see... A zombified, somnambulist society Leaving us as vitamins for the
hibrating human animal Do you see what I mean? You stare at me like a vitamin On the
surface you hate but you know you need me I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily And I wonder, will yoou digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in in fact I'd rather die before I will comply To you,
my friend, I write the reason I still live, 'cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe
to give Coming closer to another 2000 years you and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep
machine
New Skin
At first I see an open wound infected and disastrous It breathes chaotic catastrophe it
cries to be renewed Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab To touch,
its stiff and resilient, underneath, the new skin breathes As outwardly cliche as it may
seem, yes, something under the surface says, "C'est la vie" It is a circle,
there is a plan dead skin will atrophy itself to start again Look closely at the open
wound see past what covers the surface Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes
stage Its all been saved with exception for the right parts When will we be new skin? Its
all been seen with esception for what could be When will we be new skin? Fallacious
cognitions spewed from televisions do mold our decisions So stop and take a look, and
you'll see what I see now
Idiot Box
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stiches, you can't make me think like you, mundane
I've got a message for all those who think that they can etch his words inside my brain
T.V., what do I need? Tell me who to believe! Whats the use of autonomy when a button does
it all, who've seen the fuckin eye ache too It's time to step away from cable train And
when we finally see the subtle light, this quirk in evolution will begin to let us live
and recreate T.V., what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Lets do our mom a favor and
drop a new god off a wall Let me see past the fatuous knocks I've gotta rid myself of this
idiot box! Let you see past the feathers and flocks, and help me plant a bomb in this
idiot box! From the depths of the sea to the tops of the trees to the seat of a lazy
boy... staring at a silver screen!!
Glass
If I had a dime for everytime you walked away, I could afford to not give a shit and buy a
drink and drown the day But your pockets, they are empty, yeh, and mine are times two So
why not make an about-face and accept the love I send to you? You're never gonna be
content if you font try, try to see outside your line There you go, you did it again! You
act as if there's binder on your eyes Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and
stains your eyes?! Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, you'll see we exist as
well! like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingrdients trapped inside Through the
cloudy glass we catch a glimse of you, I guess the hard shell represents your pride Oh, if
only it could be different we could uncover the you, you deny Between two, a small
discrepency, one complicates and one simplifies TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR
EYES!! So if I had a dime for every time you walked away, you could bet your bottom dollar
that I'd be filthy rich by noon today
Magic Medicine
A Certain Shade of Green
A certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead
Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed? Are your muscles bound
by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear, and street
signs guide my way Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for, A
certain shade of green? I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate What are yoou
waiting for, A certian shade of green? Would a written invitation signed, "Choose now
or lose it all," sedate your hesitation? Or inflame and make tou stall? You've been
raised in limitaion, but that glove never fit quite right The time has come for
hand-me-downs, choose anew, please evolve, take flight What are you waiting for? A written
invitation? A public declaration? A private consolation?
Favorite Things
I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty and I know everything you hate in me Fill me up with
over-pious badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things Remember all the
lessons fed to me? Me the young sponge, so ready to agree Years have gone; I recognize the
walking dead now aware that I'm alive and way ahead Too bad the things that make you mad
are my favorite things And I'm so happy I see you looking, I know that you're thinking
that I'll nver go anywhere The things that I've done and teh things that I've seen, I dont
really expect you to care
Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song)
I'm home alone tonight Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind afight I think I
was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible...with you So I call you on the
tin can phone We rendezvous at a quater-two, and make sure we're alone I may have found a
way for you and I to finally fly free When we get there, we're gonna go far away Making
sure to laugh; while we experience anit-gravity Fot years, I kept to myself Now
potentialities are bound, and sleeping under my shelf Simply choose your destination from
the diamond canopy, and we'll be there So I call you on the tin can phone We rendezvous at
a quater-two, and make sure we're alone I may have found the way for you and I to finally
be free
Nebula
Disconnect and let me drift until my upside diwn is right side in Society must let the
artist go, to wander off into the nebula Upon return, I conjure what was seen I let it
pulse and boil within my limbs I lay my pencil to the porous page, and let my lunatic
indulge itself Wander off into your nebula, see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like
orgasmatron on overdrive Wander in off to your nebula, your tangerine of electricity is
ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize! Do you enjoy your sight inside? In little, black
book do I confide!
Deep Inside
It's 3 o'clock and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?" It seems we've wondered
out of bounds again! Over and over, we ask ourselves why we dont utilize things that are
stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned
that I can't see straight? Man, I've got to find my way back home, but I'm too deep inside
It's 4 o'clock and we ask ourselves, "Where did I go wrong? We passed my house at
least an hour ago!" Over and overr, we ask ourselves why dont we utilize things that
are stored deep inside of our brains! I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I sooo
stoned that I can't see straight? It's 5 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "We need to
get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!" I'm way too deep inside to go home...
I've got to get sane!
Calgone
On my way home, police car pulled me over After they left, I puttered out of gas Triple-A'
came, but my card was expired! I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted! They put cold things in my butt They
sampled a bit of my DNA They left me on top of my sheets I dreamt I went pottyy, then woke
up drenched in me This day sucked the hardest ever... I woke up on the wrong side of the
bed today A little bit less than nothing would go my way I got up to toss my soiled
sheets, the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe It was then that I sensed the irony
(burning me) then I heard the voice say, "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!" I
suppose I'm the culprit for running out of gas Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his
Triple-A fee In actuality, I let the zetas probe me Yesterday was all my fault I let
negativity get the better of me Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds! They temporarily
set free this quandary
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