lyrics

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"

A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan and beady eyes.
A slouch with fallen arches, purging truths into great lies.
A little man with a big eraser, changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to, all he hears and sees.

Altering the facts and figures, events and every issue.
Make a person disappear, and no one will ever miss you.

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.

You say you've got the answers, well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us, we know the worst is yet to come.
I believe my kingdom will come.

F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.

F is for fighting, R is for red,
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed.
E, we elect them, E, we eject them,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, O, your overture,
M is for money and you know what that cures.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there's a P.M.R.C.

Put your hand right up my shirt,
Pull the strings that make me work,
Jaws will part, words fall out,
like a fish with hook in mouth.

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was.
Eliminates incompetence, and those who break the laws.
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules.
Replacing rights with wrongs, the files and records in the schools.

I'm not a fish
Hook in mouth
I'm a man

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I brought some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally say good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing,
But as long as you love me so.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do – I wonder why

You have to go out of my door
And leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But rich men can't imagine poor.

One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told

Little me and little you
Kept doing all the things they do
They never really think it through
Like I can never think you're true

Here I go again – the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain.

One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the storïes that we could have told.

Doi..doi...m-am enervat ce p**a mea...doi

Daca, printr-un miracol voi ramane fara glas
O sa ma-ngajez Dj la radio trinitas
Un, doi, trei facem sport de dimineata
Ai sa te simti de parc-ai luat o biblie-n fata
Invata-ma sa ma port, sau invata-ma sa suport
Mirosul de porc ambalat in haine de import.
Fiti gata pentru clisma cu c***t
v-ati lasat imaginatia sa pluteasca si s-a scufundat?
Va tineti de cap? Tineti-va de mana
Vreau sa trec cu tabu' peste orice minciuna
Prietenii mei sunt cu-adevarat eliptici
Bai, p**a mea, ne cerem scuze: inca existi
As da foc lumii, de dragul tau
Asta nu e textul tau, pardon, am baut prea mult si-acum mi-e rau
Inca nu m-am plictisit de cantat si baut bere
Si nu ma culc pe scena ca omu' cu somnifere
Ce p**a mea va bucurati? Ati gasit bani pe jos?
Ati gasit sensul vietii intr-o p**a cu os?
Sponsorizam campionatul de table, de la guvern
Sponsorizam in parlament grohaitul si sforaitul etern
Sponsorizam umflati cu p**a mica, papagali
Politicieni, analfabeti si infractori penali

R(x2):
Tot ce e bun tre sa dispara din aceasta tara,
De unde numa' prostii ca noi nu se mai cara
Cu siguranta si respectul mori de foame bai nene
Bagane-am p**a-n liniste, in lege si-n ordine

Cine se-ndoia, c-o sa si-o ia, ca-n Troia
Dupa ce-am bagat cot la cot atata salam cu soia?
Ti se opreste glontu-n creier? Asta ti-e voia?
Cand iti spui in mod repetat sa renunti la paranoia
Domnu' doctor ma-ntelege, nu vrea sa ma lege
Mi-a prescris zile de kile de pastile sperand ca-mi trece
Dupa zile de chin devin mai rece
Tensiunea-mi creste, vocile din cap nu vor sa-mi plece
Te-apasa sau nu, gandurile mele
Dar stii si tu ca tara asta exporta doar griji si probleme
am sa plec de-aici, ba, dati-va-n mortii vostrii
Ca aici toti meltenii traiesc bine pe banii nostrii
Tinem de sase, ca mainile sunt hoate
Cu foamea-n mate, zdreanta face boroboate
Ia o piatra-n mana, fa-ti dreptate si pleaca
Daca nu-ti permiti nimic dintr-o vitrina-ntreaga
Se leaga
Pustani sparti de gabori cu bastoane
Politia asculta azi, manele si telefoane

R(x2):..

Asta e tara tuturor imposibilitatilor
Aici, cine rade la urma, e retardat
Daca ai bani, poti sa umbli liber prin puscarii
Directiva consiliului nostru este "Cand totul se duce pe p**a, sa nu-ti para rau ca-ti pare bine!"
Daca nu putem sa schimbam lumea, macar sa-i dam foc

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