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Jimmy at the DMV
02:51
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Jimmy knows he needs no introduction
Says his world is ruled by mass production
Lives among the barren and their treasures
Gets his greatest thrills from complex pleasures
He lives in between
All his friends are turning green
When he relates all that he's seen
On the cameras
Jimmy knows he looks like a magician
Practices to mindless repetition
Trampolines from one place to another
Always does his best work undercover
He lives in between
All his friends are turning green
When he relates all that he's seen
On the cameras
Some girl looks like she's ten
Smokes a cigarette and plays mother hen
To her sister who runs fearless and bold
Trying to shed the morning cold
Racing through the parking lot
Lungs burn with ice that turns them hot
Cars pass by on busy streets
The asphalt sighs and creaks
On a Friday at the DMV
On a Friday at the DMV
On a Friday at the DMV
On a Friday
Jimmy built himself a reputation
Now he's ready for a celebration
Time to make a giant contribution
Jimmy's out for blood and revolution
He lives in between
All his friends are turning green
When he relates all that he's seen
On the cameras
On the cameras
On the cameras
Cameras
Cameras
Cameras
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Liberace
03:30
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You walked in dressed to the nines
In your crisp assassin's clothes
You had a look on your face of disgust and distaste
As your glasses slid down your nose
You looked around and made your decision
That's when you started to speak
You said we should be caged and locked away
We're not the right kind of freaks
You oughta sell that story to Fifth Street
Put it up on the Great White Way
Talk about the next Liberace
Say it's too bad you never played
Jackie showed up in a ballroom gown
Tony showed up with fleas
You sat there and wrote it all down
On a notepad on your knees
You had no expectations and great reservations
When you finally chose to appear
You left quite quickly but stayed long enough
To choke on the atmosphere
You oughta sell that story to Fifth Street
Put it up on the Great White Way
Talk about the next Liberace
You'll say it's too bad you never played
When you get home at night you pour a glass of wine
Lie down on the couch and drink away your mind
Your face is frozen in a politician's smile
But I'll bet that you haven't been happy in quite a while
When you get home are you all alone
Or is someone waiting there
When you kick off your shoes and fall back on the couch
Do you have someone who cares
About the myriad frustrations that pepper your life
The things that you hated this week
Someone who listens and doesn't tune out
Every time that you start to speak
You oughta sell that story to Fifth Street
Put it up on the Great White Way
Talk about the next Liberace
You'll say it's such a shame but you never learned how to play
You're gonna sell that story to Eighth Street
Put it up on the Great White Way
You're gonna talk about the next Liberace
You'll say it's too bad but you never
Never ever played
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Reptilian
04:41
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Walk me home please my legs are weak and wobbling
Beneath my weight
The days fall into one another
And I can't keep them straight
It only brings me down when
She speaks the words they wrote for her
She she smiles at millions
She knows the way she walks the way she talks
The way she fucks is so reptilian
The way she fucks is so reptilian
What's a word for stretching out like taffy right up
Until you break
I feel so cramped and suffocated
These people are so fake
They only come around when
She speaks the words they wrote for her
She she smiles at millions
She knows the way she walks the way she talks
The way she fucks is so reptilian
The way she fucks is so oh
You were evergreen and everything I dreamed you were
You were evergreen and everything I dreamed you were
You were evergreen and everything I ever dreamed you were
You were evergreen you were everything I ever dreamed you were
Lie lie lie lie lie
Scar tissue forms over the old wounds
It always comes too late
These conversations last forever
And I can hardly wait
For you to string me
You string me on and out and
She speaks the words they wrote for her
She she smiles at millions
She knows the way she walks the way she talks
The way she fucks is so reptilian
The way she fucks is so reptilian
The way she fucks is so so-so
The way she fucks is so reptilian
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He's a beacon bright with all the pride of youth
He's a liar but he always tells the truth
Fallen angel prone to give out good advice
It might be that I believed him once or twice
High times and breadlines
Churches and moonshine
Okay I'm just fine
Sue me if I lie
She loves thunder she hates lightning and rain
When she's happy she disguises it as pain
Mind games only work if you choose to play
I've been playing them every single day
High times and breadlines
Churches and moonshine
Okay I'm just fine
Sue me if I lie
Like I lied to you
It's what I do
Like I lied to you
Do you need proof
Like I lied to you
And that's the truth
Like I lied
They're slow dancing in the cemetery trees
They are dressed in clothes of lavender and leaves
Vivid image of the people I once knew
It seems strange but I swear they move like you
High times and breadlines
Churches and moonshine
Okay I'm just fine
Sue me if I lie
Like I lied to you
Like I lied to you
Like I lied
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