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All we know is what the party tells us
Even in our dreams, we don't ask questions
We got a tight connection to the TV station
We pay close attention to the masquerade
All we know is what the party tells us
We are Democrats, we are Republicans
We don't connect the dots
We say it will all work out
In a democratic disneyland
We are half asleep waiting on the doorstop
Of the twenty-first century
Take a look at the ones who lead this nation
They are the champions of mediocrity
The words they use never scratch the surface
Come on cast your vote, welcome to the circus
We can fool ourselves for only so long
Before the real world comes to shake us from our sleep
Then we hear from the ones who have been silenced
Their dreams of justice burning in the street
Life goes on beyond the walls
Of the world we have created
We are choking on the truth
Hear the echo of a scream
"There is a cyclone fence between ourselves and the slaughter and behind it we hover in a calm protected world like netted fish, exactly like netted fish. It is either the beginning or the end of the world and the choice is ourselves or nothing."
We can fool ourselves for only so long
Before the real world comes to shake us from our sleep
Then we here from the ones who have been silenced
Their dreams of justice burning in the streets
Life goes on beyond the walls
Of the world we have created
We are choking on the truth
Hear the echo of a scream
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YOU, ME AND WORLD WAR THREE
YOU, ME AND WORLD WAR THREE
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HOOKER
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Psyche, open up! Must be some sort of explanation of the situation. Euphoric, abstract observation. You see me worry woman, you see me worrying. I know the truth about you. The horrible truth about you. Most of the time you would see her smiling. I remember you and Betty Blue were crying. Psycho Betty Blue, she's just a psycho just like you. Bending over backwards is the actor. On the back bay bridge. Shouting out all the names of his unborn kids. Shout! Never again will I feel your face. Legs apart so immune to me. I used to love war, now I hate it. I used to fear whores, now I beat them. I used to love bush, now I eat them. I used to love animals, now I eat them. Never again will I feel your face. Legs apart so immune to me. I used to love war, now I hate it. I used to love fish, now I breed them. I used to love children, now I beat them. I used to love animals, now I eat them. Now I eat them. Now I eat them. Duck down, stick out your tongue. Never again will I feel your face. Legs apart so immune to me. And it must be over.
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Psyche, open up! Must be some sort of explanation of the situation. Euphoric, abstract observation. You see me worry woman, you see me worrying. I know the truth about you. The horrible truth about you. Most of the time you would see her smiling. I remember you and Betty Blue were crying. Psycho Betty Blue, she's just a psycho just like you. Bending over backwards is the actor. On the back bay bridge. Shouting out all the names of his unborn kids. Shout! Never again will I feel your face. Legs apart so immune to me. I used to love war, now I hate it. I used to fear whores, now I beat them. I used to love bush, now I eat them. I used to love animals, now I eat them. Never again will I feel your face. Legs apart so immune to me. I used to love war, now I hate it. I used to love fish, now I breed them. I used to love children, now I beat them. I used to love animals, now I eat them. Now I eat them. Now I eat them. Duck down, stick out your tongue. Never again will I feel your face. Legs apart so immune to me. And it must be over.
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The tremble in his hands is quiet now
He's got a needle full of dreams
The walls come down
The gates are opening
He longs to hear the angels sing
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
He wants to get to heaven before he dies
He wants to get to heaven before he dies
He drifts away, she shouts his name
He cannot hear her pounding cry
A shot rings out
A door slams down the hall
It's just an ordinary day
From where he sits, the world is black and white
He got the short end of the deal
But the tables turn
When he is flying high
It don't seem to matter if it's real
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
He wants to get to heaven before he dies
It's just an ordinary day
The tremble in his hands is quiet now
He's got a needle full of dreams
The walls come down
The gates are opening
He longs to hear the angels sing
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
He wants to get to heaven before he dies
He wants to get to heaven before he dies
He drifts away, she shouts his name
He cannot hear her pounding cry
A shot rings out
A door slams down the hall
It's just an ordinary day
From where he sits, the world is black and white
He got the short end of the deal
But the tables turn
When he is flying high
It don't seem to matter if it's real
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, oh la la la, oh la la la
He wants to get to heaven before he dies
It's just an ordinary day
Love has a body
.
I'm doing my best to get you tonight
But all I got's a telephone line
I guess it's aways got to come down to the
functions of time
Illusions of time
More than a physical sensation
More than a passing fascination
Love has a body, yes it does
Love has a body, I hear it answer to your name
I never knew such sweet loneliness
till I fell in with you
I was standing alone in an empty room
When the afternoon light came shining through
Ain't found a way to define it
Why this combination should feel so fine
I carried a stone in my pocket
The next thing I knew it starts to shine
Some kind of naive transformation
As open as the sky
Ain't thought too much about running this time
I'm constantly free to fly
.
I'm doing my best to get you tonight
But all I got's a telephone line
I guess it's aways got to come down to the
functions of time
Illusions of time
More than a physical sensation
More than a passing fascination
Love has a body, yes it does
Love has a body, I hear it answer to your name
I never knew such sweet loneliness
till I fell in with you
I was standing alone in an empty room
When the afternoon light came shining through
Ain't found a way to define it
Why this combination should feel so fine
I carried a stone in my pocket
The next thing I knew it starts to shine
Some kind of naive transformation
As open as the sky
Ain't thought too much about running this time
I'm constantly free to fly
.
Jonathan Toledo
.
How far has the white man gone
To drive the stake into the ground?
Soldiers stoned in monuments
While Chiefs of wood, hold cheap cigars
Bone-dry, in a barren land
The reservation, oh, it still survives
Do not close your eyes
Jonathan Toledo, made his home, in New Mexico
Jonathan Toledo, made his home, in New Mexico
Nineteenth Sunday, this is the rose, let it go
Nineteenth Sunday, this is the rose, let it go
Crooked cliffs, step inward
He stands, with his palms, outstretched
Clay drips dry, beneath his feet
Like a clouded tear, of deepest grey
And do not deny, the scorching sun
The silent firmament, of his father's tongue
Take my hand, across this land, to some promised sand
Take my hand, across this land, to some promised sand
.
How far has the white man gone
To drive the stake into the ground?
Soldiers stoned in monuments
While Chiefs of wood, hold cheap cigars
Bone-dry, in a barren land
The reservation, oh, it still survives
Do not close your eyes
Jonathan Toledo, made his home, in New Mexico
Jonathan Toledo, made his home, in New Mexico
Nineteenth Sunday, this is the rose, let it go
Nineteenth Sunday, this is the rose, let it go
Crooked cliffs, step inward
He stands, with his palms, outstretched
Clay drips dry, beneath his feet
Like a clouded tear, of deepest grey
And do not deny, the scorching sun
The silent firmament, of his father's tongue
Take my hand, across this land, to some promised sand
Take my hand, across this land, to some promised sand
.
Ordinary
.
Friends, the fun the cigarettes and the sun came out today
And they're waiting for the turn of your back
Lies, deceit the dirty looks and the things they like to say
It's the curve that made your confidence crash
This is your life, it's all been ordinary
Until you find all you're worth
Then you find your life is all but something ordinary
And you're longing for home
Your gonna find yourself at home
Bags that hang below your eyes and the full-length mirror never lies
And it all comes so disgustingly clear
But you stand up straight now start to try
And it cleans up nice with a suit and tie
But your money is no good around here
At home, yeah
Find yourself at home
At home
Life and death, the money that's left
And the vultures dive to intercept
And the friendship rolls onto its side
And you wait for it to die
.
Friends, the fun the cigarettes and the sun came out today
And they're waiting for the turn of your back
Lies, deceit the dirty looks and the things they like to say
It's the curve that made your confidence crash
This is your life, it's all been ordinary
Until you find all you're worth
Then you find your life is all but something ordinary
And you're longing for home
Your gonna find yourself at home
Bags that hang below your eyes and the full-length mirror never lies
And it all comes so disgustingly clear
But you stand up straight now start to try
And it cleans up nice with a suit and tie
But your money is no good around here
At home, yeah
Find yourself at home
At home
Life and death, the money that's left
And the vultures dive to intercept
And the friendship rolls onto its side
And you wait for it to die
.
YOU, ME AND WORLD WAR THREE
.
THROW YOUR ARMS AROUND ME,
THERE'S NO TIME TO BE BLUE,
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD,
LET'S TALK DEEP AND MEANINGFUL THINGS,
IT'S UP TO YOU AND DOWN TO ME... WHAT'S GOING ON?
IT'S YOU, ME AND WORLD WAR THREE.
YOU AND ME, ME AND YOU,
WE HURT EACH OTHER 'CAUSE WE GOTTA GET THROUGH
WE'RE 'A TO B' AND BACK AGAIN,
A SORT OF FUNNY ELECTROCUTION,
TRIGGER HAPPY AND SHOOTING TO KILL,
WHAT A HONEYMOON IN HELL!
OUR WORLD IS SPINNING HELPLESSLY... WHAT'S GOIN' ON?
IT'S YOU, ME AND WORLD WAR THREE.
YOU AND ME, ME AND YOU,
WE HURT EACH OTHER 'CAUSE WE GOTTA GET THROUGH
WE HURT EACH OTHER... WE GOTTA GET THROUGH
WE'RE OUT THERE ORBITING THE PLANET BLUE...
I SHOUT YOU SCREAM, IT'S ALL SO ILLOGICAL
YOU BITE MY TONGUE... I BLOW UP IN YOUR FACE
IN HATEFUL TIMES... IT'S TIME FOR LOVING
LET'S START TO DANCE... IT'S 'TRUE ROMANCE'
YOU ME AND WORLD WAR THREE
YOU ME AND WORLD WAR THREE
PUT ON THAT DRESS YOU KNOW YOUR
THROWING YOURSELF OUT THE WINDOW DRESS,
I'LL WEAR MY SUIT, MY WEDDING RING
AND TOGETHER WE WILL SING, "LA LA LA LA LA LA..."
YOU AND ME, ME AND YOU,
WE HURT EACH OTHER, 'CAUSE WE GOTTA GET THROUGH,
YOU AND ME, ME AND YOU,
WE'RE OUT THERE ORBITING THE PLANET BLUE...
...ORBITING THE PLANET BLUE
.
THROW YOUR ARMS AROUND ME,
THERE'S NO TIME TO BE BLUE,
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD,
LET'S TALK DEEP AND MEANINGFUL THINGS,
IT'S UP TO YOU AND DOWN TO ME... WHAT'S GOING ON?
IT'S YOU, ME AND WORLD WAR THREE.
YOU AND ME, ME AND YOU,
WE HURT EACH OTHER 'CAUSE WE GOTTA GET THROUGH
WE'RE 'A TO B' AND BACK AGAIN,
A SORT OF FUNNY ELECTROCUTION,
TRIGGER HAPPY AND SHOOTING TO KILL,
WHAT A HONEYMOON IN HELL!
OUR WORLD IS SPINNING HELPLESSLY... WHAT'S GOIN' ON?
IT'S YOU, ME AND WORLD WAR THREE.
YOU AND ME, ME AND YOU,
WE HURT EACH OTHER 'CAUSE WE GOTTA GET THROUGH
WE HURT EACH OTHER... WE GOTTA GET THROUGH
WE'RE OUT THERE ORBITING THE PLANET BLUE...
I SHOUT YOU SCREAM, IT'S ALL SO ILLOGICAL
YOU BITE MY TONGUE... I BLOW UP IN YOUR FACE
IN HATEFUL TIMES... IT'S TIME FOR LOVING
LET'S START TO DANCE... IT'S 'TRUE ROMANCE'
YOU ME AND WORLD WAR THREE
YOU ME AND WORLD WAR THREE
PUT ON THAT DRESS YOU KNOW YOUR
THROWING YOURSELF OUT THE WINDOW DRESS,
I'LL WEAR MY SUIT, MY WEDDING RING
AND TOGETHER WE WILL SING, "LA LA LA LA LA LA..."
YOU AND ME, ME AND YOU,
WE HURT EACH OTHER, 'CAUSE WE GOTTA GET THROUGH,
YOU AND ME, ME AND YOU,
WE'RE OUT THERE ORBITING THE PLANET BLUE...
...ORBITING THE PLANET BLUE
.