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Sick Myth
02:29
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Big dream, big house
Big trap, big mouse
Sick myth
Sick myth
Big church, big pews
You win me lose
Sick myth
Sick myth
Primitive punishment
Gorgon government
Sick myth
Sick myth
Punch out, punch in
Frozen lunch again
Sick myth
Sick myth
Do you really think they care at all?
Do I really need a crystal ball?
I don't really think they care at all
I don’t really need a crystal ball
Pompous pontiff, pony one-trick
Heaven help me get one more click
Born to suffer, makes you tougher
Heaven’s favorite over-under
Big bruise, big bet
Blindfold cigarette
Sick myth
Sick myth
Conflict avoided
Missile guided
Sick myth
Sick myth
Do you really think they care at all?
Do I really need a crystal ball?
I don't really think they care at all
I don’t really need a crystal ball
Tree branch olive, opulent monolith
Miss me with your lead pipe politic
Born to suffer, could be other
Wounds won’t heal until they utter
Sick myth
Sick myth
Sick myth
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2. |
Still Cold
01:34
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Let me tell you ‘bout my job
I get in at half past twelve
Tag the bodies and sweep up
The monotony is tough
Read a book on my break
And get off at half past eight
I work at the morgue
I look after the bodies
I write up my reports
And when I leave they’re
Still cold
Still cold
Still cold
I work at the morgue
I’m haunted by it really
I file my reports
But no one sees me
So I bring my lunch to work
I put it in the fridge
And when I get the itch, I open it
And it’s still cold
I work at the morgue
I see dead people daily
I thought it gave me wisdom
But now it leaves me
Still cold
Still cold
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Young men of the world
Young men of the world
Young men of the world better listen
Don’t use that weapon that you’ve got
Don’t put yourself above women
You better not
Young men of the world better listen
Don’t use that weapon that you’ve got
This world’s already fucked up enough
Don’t be a bad guy, don’t be a cop
Spit it out
Put it down
Don’t hang around
Macho clowns
Young men of the world better listen
Do good for those who have not
Do more with the gold you're given
You got a lot
Young men of the world better listen
Take care of the garden you got
This world’s already fucked up enough
Do what you can for the pale blue dot
Young men of the world
Young men of the world
I find new ways to be anxious every single day
Wake up every morning it’s a new catastrophe
That doesn’t mean I get to treat others less than great
I’m working on it man, getting better every day
Actually
Don’t listen to me
Turn off this song
Go plant a tree
Young men of the world
Young men of the world
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4. |
The Money Store
03:01
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Accident at the job site
Seven weeks in an iron lung
It felt like a long weekend
But when I woke up I was forty-one
I need to get to the money store
Don’t remember why but I know this for sure
My blood is red if I say so
Jingles sound good on my radio
Broken bottle was reflective
That’s my mirror, my perspective
Now I live for the weekend
I get off work and away I go
Flashing lights on the freeway
I take a shortcut that only I know
I’m a cool guy windows down
Headed to the new part of town
I lost my license but that don’t slow me down
I don’t know how to swim but I know how to drown
My blood is red if I say so
Jingles sound good on my radio
Cold water was reflective
That’s my mirror, my perspective
My blood is red if I say so
Jingles sound good on my radio
Warning sign was reflective
That’s my mirror, my perspective
My blood is red if I say so
Jingles sound good on my radio
Broken bottle was reflective
That’s my mirror, my perspective
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5. |
The Terrible Truth
03:00
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There’s a lizard (lizard)
In the desert (desert)
It’s got a logo (logo)
And a scannable code
There’s a freeway (freeway)
Over the ocean (ocean)
It’s just a notion (notion)
It’s just a program (program)
Have you ever faced down the devil in the cold of the night with the pressure like an anvil
Have you ever faced down a sheriff with a warrant on your name more lit than a candle
I did not think so
So
I know they say that suffering is how you learn but what if all you learn is how to suffer?
I know they say that suffering is how you learn but what if all you learn is how to suffer?
Yeah that’s what I thought
So
There’s a mountain (mountain)
Past the prairie (prairie)
And on top of it
Is a vending machine
Yeah push a coin in (coin in)
Yeah press a button (button)
It serves candy
And the terrible truth
Have you ever faced down the devil in the cold of the night with the pressure like an anvil
Have you ever faced down a sheriff with a warrant on your name more lit than a candle
I did not think so
So
I know they say that suffering is how you learn but what if all you learn is how to suffer?
I know they say that suffering is how you learn but what if all you learn is how to suffer?
Yeah that’s what I thought
So
I wanna be calm like Bob Ross
When he’s painting his little trees
I wanna be relaxed like Bob Ross
When he’s painting his little clouds
I wanna be calm like Bob Ross
When he’s painting his little trees
I wanna be relaxed like Bob Ross
When he’s painting his little clouds
Mr. Ross
Mr. Ross
Be calm
Relax
Bob Ross
He’s real to me
Mr. Ross
Mr. Ross
He’s real to me
He’s real to me
Mr. Ross
He’s real to me
Mr. Ross
Mr. Ross
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6. |
Worm Within
02:25
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I’m a good apple, alway been
But there is a worm within
Wake up early, shine my shoes
Though I know they’ll just be soiled soon
The clerk who works at the gas station is nice
He doesn’t like me since I stole a bag of ice
Twelve years at the pig lagoon
It’s not a living but it’s something that I do
They’ll hose me off in Heaven
Then I’ll get my sleep
I’ll be in bed by seven every night
In my clean white sheets
Sometimes I get overwhelmed
Sometimes I get overwhelmed
Sometimes I get overwhelmed
I’m a good apple, always been
But there is a worm within
Was in the running for employee-of-the-month
But then I fell into the holding pond
The doctors said I technically died
Which broke the terms of the contract that I signed
The next day I was back at work
The boss complained that I still smelled like dirt
They’ll hose me off in Heaven
Then I’ll get my sleep
I’ll be in bed by seven every night
In my clean white sheets
They’ll hose me off in Heaven (no time cards to punch in)
I’ll be in bed by seven (no more worm within)
They’ll hose me off in Heaven (no time cards to punch in)
I’ll be in bed by seven (no more worm within)
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7. |
Celebrate Me
02:21
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I wanna celebrate me
I want a celebration
I wanna celebrate me
I wanna celebrate
Heaven keep me
In my cage
I hope I get to feel
The Sun today
Here they feed me
Every day
Hope they never release me
This I pray
Oh yeah!
I wanna celebrate me
I want to celebrate me
One day I’ll go down
Won’t even be around
Hey I’ll rot
Hey I’ll rot
Maybe today is all I got
I wanna celebrate me
I want a celebration
I wanna celebrate me
I wanna celebrate
Heaven help me
To be free
Clouds above me
And grass beneath
I wanna feel safe now
So fence me in
I’m a happy pig now
I’m tremblin’
Oh yeah!
Whoo!
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8. |
When I Die
03:03
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When I die
Who will get my loyalty points
When I die
Who will get my frequent flyer miles
When I die
Who will get my punchcards, coupons and gift certificates
When I die
When I die
Who will take out my garbage
When I die
Who will take out my garbage
When I die
Who will bring in my mail
When I die
Who will pay my toll
Will my letters be forwarded to my new address
Will I be reimbursed for my expenses?
My time?
My efforts?
Rule number one at Happy Pig Pork Processing Facility
If your coworker passes out and falls into the holding pond, do not enter the holding pond to save them
You will likely be overcome by the fumes and will be at risk of serious harm or death
Instead, use the rope located on the wall near the vending machines
Failing to follow this rule could result in voiding your health insurance policy for up to six months and even possible demotion
When I die, who will remember I was here?
Is that why people seek fame, to cushion against the inevitable and total forgetting that they ever existed?
The reality that not a single soul will remember their flaws, their traits, their trials, their triumphs, their joys?
When I die I will be forgotten
But I’m told we resonate throughout the timelines
My psychic said, “Abandon the project”
I don’t need a crystal ball to see the sick and terrible truth of this world
And yet in holy devotion we made a record
And my pockets are heavy and heaving
And my pockets are heavy and heaving with gold
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Moat
01:55
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I think it’s time to go to bed now
Neighbors are bringing out their dead now
They say it’s worse in the next town
Good time to keep your head down
I don’t live in an ivory tower
I live in the moat
I hope I get a bonus someday
I’m savin’ up for a boat
Ghost kitchen in a ghost world
Does it ever make your toes curl?
I heard you prayin’ for a blessin’
Just who were you addressin’?
I don’t live in an ivory tower
I live in the moat
I hope I get a bonus someday
I’m savin’ up for a boat
I don’t live in an ivory tower
I live in the moat
I hope I get a bonus someday
I’m savin’ up for a boat
I don’t live in an ivory tower
I live in the moat
I hope I get a bonus someday
I’m savin’ up for a boat
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Cameras
02:56
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Integrated fixed towers
Surveillin’ the people of the world
Fully high def images of desert
A lizard sitting on a white rock
They say if you’ve got nothin’ to hide
You should not worry ‘bout that eye in the sky
That got me thinking about what we all should do
Inside the mansions let’s put cameras there too
Biometric fixed judgment
A garden guarded by a spinning sword
Watching the line for people crossing
Seeing in pixels must be exhausting
They say if you’ve got nothin’ to hide
You should not worry ‘bout that eye in the sky
That got me thinking about what we all should do
Inside the mansions let’s put cameras there too
You cannot come in ‘cause there’s no room
For you
Total synergy is good
You can not come in ‘cause there’s no room
For you
Or me
They say if you’ve got nothin’ to hide
You should not worry ‘bout that eye in the sky
That got me thinking about what we all should do
Inside the mansions let’s put cameras there too
Cameras there too
Cameras there too
Cameras there too
Cameras there too
Cameras there too
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11. |
Unforgiven
01:48
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There’s something different about you
You know that’s not allowed
I’m gonna have to arrest you
In the middle of the crowd (citizen’s arrest)
The way you spoke at the party
I found it truly obscene
You should leave the party
You should quit the scene
Unforgiven
You are unforgiven
What have you done?
That’s easy to see
You’ve infected the whole community
I heard about your opinion (I thought about it)
I understood it of course (I thought a lot about it)
That might work in fantasy land (hmm!)
Welcome to the real world
Who gets to decide?
What is normal?
What is right?
What is good
Unforgiven
You are unforgiven
Unforgiven, and this I decree
You’ve infected the whole community
Who gets to decide?
What is normal?
What have you done?
That’s easy to see
You’ve infected the whole community
What have you done?
That’s easy to see
You’ve infected the whole community
Unforgiven
And this I decree
You’ve infected the whole community
Citizen’s arrest
That’s what I said
Like blood is always red
It’s wrong to be rotten
Citizen’s arrest
It’s cool to be cruel
Rules are rules
Or have you forgotten?
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Reapin’ what I sowed in a good way
Who knew a guy like me could have it his way
I’m Burger King for the day man
You can only win if you’re in on the scam
Wonder what’ll happen in a bad way
A glass half empty is a future ashtray
Nobody told me happy birthday
I guess to them it was just another day
I stared into the open door
I forgot what I came there for
Ketchup, mustard or mayonnaise
I’ve been standing for many days
My cousin says he knows the best way
To make a living in the US-of-A
He said he’ll show me for a small fee
And he’ll throw in a free cup of coffee
I think I might’ve had my worst day
On August 7th, 1998
That’s when I met my first criminal
He was sending me messages subliminal
Reapin’ what I sowed!
Gettin’ what I’m owed!
I stared into the gaping maw
These are some of the things I saw
Every meal that I ever bought
Every T-shirt I ever wore
Every bed where I ever slept
Every promise I never kept
Every trash bag I ever tossed
Every lifetime has got a cost
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It was a long hot night with my feet in the stocks
I got pinched for stealing bread
Let he who ain’t been hungry
Do this time for me instead
Why would God allow this?
I’m a good little boy and I do what I’m told
Generations workin’ in the mine
But none of us ever touched a little bit of gold
I try to live in the light, stand up, do what’s right
But sleepin’ in the cold wet mud got me feeling uptight
I’m just a little boy don’t tell it to the queen
I work all night at the captain’s factory
Sometimes I sit and wonder what it means
I’m just a little boy don’t tell it to the queen
When the factory opened I was first in line
I was tired of working for nothing in the mine
But soon I lost that gig and all my family died
And I did what I had to do to keep myself alive
So I wrote a long letter and I mailed it to the pope
Didn’t think he would read it, I never had much hope
But apparently he did indeed and he thought my letter fine
He said he’d never come across a more powerful line
I’m just a little boy don’t tell it to the queen
I work all night at the captain’s factory
Sometimes I sit and wonder what it means
I’m just a little boy don’t tell it to the queen
I’m just a little boy don’t tell it to the queen
A psychic said I wouldn’t live to see thirteen
At night a scary figure haunts me in my dreams
I’m just a little boy don’t tell it to the queen
And so the pope wrote a letter but not to me
He sent it with his horsemen to my very own queen
As the lady-in-waiting read the letter with her voice
The Queen knew deep down that she simply had no choice
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