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Vel-Cro
01:27
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I wake up every morning with this pain inside my head
It gets so bad sometimes it makes me wish that I was dead
but I know I must be careful what I wish for
cause it just might come true
There's people on the MIR Space Station walking upside down
Futuristic vel-cro keeps their feet upon the ground
but I know it must be lonely way up there in heaven
I wish I could be there now
Everyone around me is insane except my friends
No one knows the way it goes or how the story ends
but if there's really someone smiling from above
they've got a twisted sense of humor or maybe just a grudge
I wish I knew
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2. |
Gross National Product
03:34
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I got a beef with nationalism: Identity defined by government
A global institution of human separation generating fear and intolerance
You identify with the flag you fly just like your mom and dad before you
products of the fucking propaganda machine
You're living a lie while you're killing and dying for the system that exploits you
Until you open your eyes only to realize that you've been lied to all your life
and you better believe it
There's nothing wrong with an open mind
We've all been conquered and divided with irrelevant colors and invisible lines
Now's the time for people of the world to stand united and see beyond the boundaries of our minds
Let's go!
They're abusing their powers from ivory towers while the people fight one another
Citing the will of the local deity
But if there's a God do you think that she wants to see her children killing each other?
I'd have to sat "n" but you seem to think so
cuz you've been lied to all your live and now
you'd better believe it
Blindly patriotic
Borderline psychotic
Stand by your convictions
Psychologically conditioned
To be your master's loyal slave
Now your freedom lies inside your mind
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3. |
What Happened To Bob?
02:03
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He used to be one of the guys
Fat and jolly his disguise
He used to always make me laugh
He used to have a better half
He had a pair of Vans
Used to like those punk rock bands
Used to have no self esteem so popular was just a dream for Bob
Back when Bob was cool
We used to hang out after school
Get drunk off of Listerine and
Look at porno magazines
Making fun of jocks
(mindless meat-head cashew-cocks)
but that was back in ancient times when
Bob was still a friend of mine
oh Bob
Why'd you have to change?
You should have stayed the same
We won't forget your name
We gave it to you
Me and Josh (or should I say
Josh and I) well anyway...
The point is way back in the day
we were your only friends
He used to be one of the guys
Until he joined the darker side
Yeah me and him we used to chill
Now he's sportin' Tommy Hill
I watch him as he goes
I'm the only one who knows he
Used to have no self esteem
He found it on the LAX team
oh Bob...
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4. |
Preacher Mike
03:38
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He sits at Denny's with a bible in his hand reading Mark behind a steaming cup of joe.
He tries to spread the word of God to people he don't even know
He's been sober for a long time now he's not an alcoholic but he says he used to be
That's cool for him but kind of sucks cuz he won't buy no brew for me
But he's still a friend to me
Oh Preacher Mike
Trying to make everything all right
Oh Preacher Mike you're so mislead
You're a nice guy but you're crazy in the head
He's Christian Scientific, all-together pessimistic. Says he only wants to save my soul.
I said if it's happiness you're looking for we share a common goal
And I know that he's just trying to find a reason to exist and that's all well and good with me
I just don't happen to see eye-to-eye with his philosophy
But he's still a friend to me
Oh Preacher Mike
Trying to make everything all right
Oh Preacher Mike you're so naive
Walking around thinking everything is beav
He sits at Denny's with a bible in his hand explaining things that i don't understand
Sometimes I wonder if he's ever gonna see the promised land
If you want to talk theology or if you just want somebody whose got an ear to lend
He's always chillin' down at Denny's just a-waiting for the end
but he'll always be my friend
Oh Preacher Mike
Trying to make everything all right
Oh Preacher Mike you're just misunderstood
But I believe deep down inside your heart is good
Oh Preacher Mike
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5. |
My Only Problem
02:36
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I fucking hate it when you lie to me and say there's something wrong with me
How can I make you understand?
You think you're just so fucking smart but this shit's tearing me apart
Get off your high horse cuz you ain't that grand
You don't know that you don't know me
How can I make you see?
Yeah Yeah Yeah
My only problem is that you are always fucking with my head
And I don't think you have the right to say the things that you have said
If I thought that it would help I'd punch a hole right through my scalp
rip out my brain so you could check it all
Maybe then you'd finally see that there is nothing wrong with me
I've got no problems that I can not solve
How can you be so closed-minded?
You fucking fascist! Eat my shit!
Yeah Yeah Yeah
My only problem is that you are always fucking with my head
And I don't think you have the right to say the things that you have said
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6. |
Drinkin'
03:09
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I take some time to drink some wine and take my problems off my mind
although I know they haven't really gone away
They're waiting in reality, a place they call sobriety, though right now that place seems so far away
and I ain't fooling nobody but whore-hay
That's me
When I'm opening up an MD 20/20 all of my problems seem so funny to me
That's okay we're just having a good time
Sitting here in a drunken stupor
Looking like shit but I'm feeling super-duper
sitting happy in the sun shine
A happy sap here in the sunshine
That's me
Can't you see that I am happy now?
Even if just for a little while...
But I know that this is killing me
Gotta find a safer way to smile
Well I know what you're probably thinking:
There's a lot of better things to do than drinking
Life's too short to waste on times that you can't recall
A year ago I would agree but I've been so depressed lately
I'm feeling like I'm up against a wall
So I bow down to the god of alcohol
That's me
Can't you see that I am happy now?
Even if just for a little while...
But I know that this is killing me
Gotta find a safer way to smile
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7. |
Standing Still
03:44
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Seems like my life is standing still and I've got all this time to kill
Or is it time that's killing me?
Spend all day staring at the ground waiting for my life to turn around
But it's not happening today
I've had these dreams where I'm underwater trying to breathe
Sometimes it seem that it doesn't matter
So why should I try?
I got all these problems in my mind, answers to questions I can't find
Feels like they're always out of reach
I went to school for 14 years and got something stuck between my ears
I guess there's some things you just can't teach
But I still want to know...
Where do I stand?
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8. |
Natural Law
04:31
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Are we all blind? Or can't we find the missing pieces
Are we still looking for a reason for this United State of disarray
Just take a look around, on the ground a pavement carpet
All the lies we try to market just to rationalize our lifestyle
Is this really what we need?
Am I insane? I can't explain the things I see
It just seems natural to me
We gotta try and find a compromise
Yeah find a better way
And I'm not saying that I know it
But at least I'm looking for it
Which is more than you can say
We seem to be oblivious to the war that's being waged
Human Nature v. Mother Nature constantly engaged
The over-population of our species will result
In a naturally-selected genocide with the human race at fault
It's a war we can't win!
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Mind Candy Seattle, Washington
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