I have broken many dreams but like broken hearts
they seem to mend with ease
I've traversed the open sea with a
grain of guts and a gallon of need
but I'm tired and I'm easily fixed
a hair trigger in this one's breed I'm upset with
upsetting things and always sad to see the good things leave
so what's wrong you? so what's wrong with you?
so what's wrong with you?
she says oh, what's wrong with you is
what's wrong with me long lost negotiations
make in hell to break my nerves toiled and fought my way to the top
I haven't done but have tried at least to deserve
shiny things on golden jeweled plates aren't just handed out
for those in need oh I've learned and I'm learning still
that staying idle is the worst disease
I blame myself for breaking promises I made but I won't apologize for the cursed words I've
laid upon those that I blamed it's no use to toil over this
isn't life to be a simple thing?
it's a flux, a want for worth that I need to dispel those need

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Jackie Jab

Jakie Jab is looking fab
he's got treble and a bass and a big tab
he's got oil in his hair from Arab and
when he falls down he dalls smack dab
hey fellas, get him a cab, what's his name - Jackie Jab!
Three square means everyday
but nothing's square about the American way
his friends get off on Doris Day and he
hasn't a clue what to say

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Tied Down, Spit On

You better go or you'll be stepped on
with your sharpened bayonette boots
you'll be long gone you gotta go
you gotta get on with all the glory of good
riches you've been brainwashed
and as for all the days and what you'll do with them
just spend some quiet time
you need some rest to mend
you're getting slow, you're getting old now
you gotta run, just like you used to
you're tied down, boy, you've been
tied down and spit on

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Teenage Genocide

well, you don't really know what you wanna do
except to spend some time just being you but
the game's unfair and the stakes are high
what with the threat of being embalmed in formaldehyde
I don't wanna go before my time
I don't wanna go before my time
well you've got good time to put down a few
so you take carrier castanyer down to the
club it's the only fuckin place
that'll serve you a tiny hideaway from parents
work and school it's just like teenage genocide
now that you can cast your coat
and elect a joke but you'd better not fuck
dream, drink or smoke and watch your back
when the man offers you a ride because
it's just like teenage genocide

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Catastrophe

you can't believe your children
you can't believe your wife
you can't take the credit fucking up your life
some people don't believe me when I tell them
"I'm alive" they see me walking so slowly it's a catastrophe such a strange way to live
well let me try a new strategy
I'll and make it work
I'll take myself away and getout of the dirt

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Mr. Believer

pick up the lines between your eyes
grow up and get yourself to feeling younger
longer for the sunshine waiting for an
early rise won't it just shame you?
shall I stop and blame you?
no one's gonna call you an ambitious teacher
or a "get things done" move on
to the next one achiever
you will always be nearly a dreamer
you got by the misleading
name of Mr. Believer caustic remarks
throw you aside distraught with disbelief
buried alive oh and I have seen the
likes of you grow weaker each passing
men like me digging your grave deeper rapped up
and blindfolded barely
breathing broke nowhere to go but eyes still shining
you crass cowardly clown there's no "Shangri-La"
and it don't get any better than right where you are

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Well Wisher

slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips
five bottles of stale, pissy ale
stumble to your pale wrists thin man
with unkept hair clean shave but a glassy stare
you've lost it all boy and so young
I'll remember times like these with a bit of
satisfaction
I remember somber days and with more to come
surely won't forget them
stick figure twig of a boy toothy grin
a slim bit of poise he says
"I'll take you down with one blow"
and though we laugh, he does quite well
These are times where we all look onward
not what's now but what's to come
a lot of pride and a shade of hope
am I the only one who gets the fucking joke?

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No Place In The Sun

she came over but I was spent no money involved
'cause it came and went
I'm so tired, she thinks that's bent
it fills up my pockets and it pays my rent
I won't hold my breath for that time to come
I exhale an exasperating sum she said
"you're washed up" I'm not close to being done
there's plenty of room in the shadows but
not in the sun no place in the son, my sun
I'm not even close to being done
that guy there, he's a big boy's hobnob
he's got no integrity, he's a lazy slob compared
to me he's quite famous, but I've got a job
loose lips take sips from the goblet gob
there's no time for me, but just you wait and see
if I'm counting on me I'll need to calculate now
she's tired of standing there, hey that takes the cake
'cause the sun comes over, and she's always in the way
(in the way... get the fuck out my way)

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Petty Wage

I've said and once too often some things
I'd never say again
in streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men
sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight
no pay for bloody hands and believe me they pay
a petty wage my poor self pity speaks with sobbing
mumbled words strewn with the awful taste of bad
cowardly prose
I'd take some time to get my posture set straight if
I had the chance I'd break and subdue the scheming
hands of fate, wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles
and fingertips it's fighting time and time to battle with
your wits, time to spit back when you're spit upon
when you're left for head
time to hit the road when the road you're on had
run out of tricks
I don't want your Sundays & holidays of twelve hours straight
no pay for bloody hands
no I don't want your fucking petty wage

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Come On

come on!
 
 
 

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No Eager Men

he's just a shadow of what he used to be
ever since I put him in his place
she's just a memory that's scared him
horribly and looks like lipstick on his face
this side of paradise is slow
no eager men go to the show
except for me
she wore a bright red dress always looked half undressed
and he stuck by her side like glue she'd give him perfect
eyes smiled at him every time and when she spoke
it was the truth now it's been twenty days sleepless and
stupid days wasting good time on feeling bad
she's taken everything greenbacks and anything that she could
steal behind his back

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Beached Sailor

Of all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one
I may remember only the last, as it's the interval you won
I've thought about it and I just don't know
(don't know quite where to go)
I've been trying to relax, but can't remember how
(a bit of rest is what I need now)
I've been a sailor, but a sailor who has never left his land
who's trued to occupy an unstable mind with
ridiculous daydreams now come the testing times
where I dip my small toe in though the deepest waters freeze
if I jump in I'll be free I'm all along and
that's just as well
(Without you facts do tell)
fond whispers of unfound secrets
I still can't hear them so pray tell
I can't accept it
(I'm a beached sailor)
cause I don't understand it
(I'm a beached sailor)
I'm lying stranded
(I'm a beached sailor)
like a beached sailor

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(Take Me To The) Riverbank

times have changed and the change of time's slow
going my ramble tamble's still in tact and I've
got plenty guts still
showing all along the levy where we just sat
and sometimes drank one
the weeds are growing over all of our summer
days long gone
just take me to the riverbank with no clouds in the sky
and if you do I won't give my thanks
but I'll stay there till I die
I've grown and shedded some I've shed the ones I used to care for
it seems they're all long dead and gone but they're
still up to the same chores along the endless streets
that are now breeds of walking feet that I just don't have
the time for
now I start to save my time, pack my things and
say good-bye unsatisfied and anxious now I want to
blow away from here just take me to the riverbank
just take me to the riverbank where waters run like
some mistake and I can make my history...

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Just Like Them

well, I've fallen from the grace of a dog whatcha gonna do?
I'll scribble it down in my log I don't believe you
it wouldn't hurt to believe me
well maybe just a little sting, clouds outside are rolling in
right through my bolted door cold sweats
are dampening me with their mediocre lore time spent in
a welded life sealed tight shut like a lovers war I trusted you
and took you in, but in the end you were like the rest
you were just like them you were just like them
"Them" meaning the rotten end you were just like them
now I'm in this purgatory of self-inflicted shame I trust no one
don't talk no more "hello, have a good day"
my big frowns were smiles once but now I've changed my ways
this human race is spotted with a cruel, colored disgrace
and you're just like them
yes, you're just like them
no more apologies spent
cause you're just like them

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Stars and Starlets

when the ballroom splendor and the glitzy glamour boys
fall flat like cheap champagne
when the swirl of excitement and the sparkling smiles
have fled into the folds of the night
when the haunts you most admired and the simple things
you adored seem like a fraud of petty trinkets
when the fay has broken and the smooth words spoken and
your finest moments spent
when the ache of wanting beauty and the lire of
glossy perfection leaves you alone and weeping
when you hit the big time
when you hit the big time
stars and starlets

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Soldier Boy

good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened up
for killing men, polished new shoes and uniform
not a bad sort "just came here on a whim"
and now our soldier boy is missing home
and now our little boy is dead as a stone
big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks
snow-white combed hair, lanky physique
mobile, but awkwardly made-up
like some wannabe debutante
and now our soldier boy is leaving his own
and this old rag-tag neighborhood has folded and gone

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Last Chance

the last of the daydreams have walked out the open door
avoiding any problems they might've had with the social law
well, I remember tuesday and every last day of my life
and I'll never forget anything that stays with me at night
it's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done
it's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of
this child is walking slowly his head bent to the ground
watching each step taken and his shoes, a dirty brown
and he don't want a companion, has got things to say,
but don't wanna talk and I remember myself like him
oh, I hope he don't also fall
go and get your army boots, my son go and get your music box
come on got and get your building clocks my son
it's time to set your sails, my boy, and run

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All Laced Up

you've got to follow your traces because I've seen
so many familiar faces unfinished races stolen bases fallen
graces all laced up, but pitfallen
the community heals while my eyes are still swollen
my friends have picked up their paces while I'm
still tying my laces they're acting gracious
with my patience my fallen graces

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Expletive Deleted

Look at my face turn it around I'm the invisible man
I'm the expletive deleted
give me my suit hand me my tie flash mea smile
I'm the expletive deleted
take off my facial expression give me lines to say
without reason I'm an incredible
sight an average obsession a beautiful dream
with perfect discretion

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