One, two You know what to do Alright mm, c'mon I'm uptight, super-gutted Out of the frame I shake my leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse for wear But I'm wearing it well Tell me what's wrong With a little grind n' bump? When the stereos erupt With a kick drum punch? Once you do it once Probably do it again and again You did it before But you're more erratic than then And you had a rough night And the ride's just begun Let a little bit of this Put the past where it's done Don't let it hold you back But you've already said No dead flowers gonna grow 'Til the dirt gets wet Put the elevator music on Pull me back where I belong The ambulance sings along The fly on the wall Doesn't know what's wrong If I could forget myself Find another lie to tell If I had a soul to sell I'd buy some time To talk to my brain cells Gutbucket and a bottle of pain It's like the schoolhouse lights Will never turn on again 'Til the bottom wears off Of these high-heeled boots The bodies all move To some backbone roots Everybody workin' hard 'Til the yard is all clean The dishes wash good In the washin' machine Now you brush your teeth And you comb back your hair You drive your vehicle Like you just didn't care And you walk into work With the boys and the girls And you're doin' it to death It's the end of the world Now there's everybody's sweatin' Forgettin' what's on their mind With your hand like a mirror You can see what's inside When you're down and out Pounded and there's nothing that's real It's like a plastic heart Too amputated to feel I got a soda can bible song A paranoid Jumbotron The Lord took the weekend off The fly on the wall Doesn't know what's wrong If I could forget myself I'd find another lie to tell The bottom of an oil well Cell phone's ringing I could talk to my brain cell What? All the dudes with banjos Chicks with wicks Animals with bananas Got my hand like a mirror You can see what's around Na na na

I really think I better get a hold of myself Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile She doesn't know what happens when she's around I think I'm in love But it makes me kinda nervous to say so I think I'm in love But it makes me kinda nervous to say so Doodododododooodoo Probably lay my head on a wooden floor Tell her I was tired from working the store Counting all the cash from an old shoebox Saving up to buy her something she wants I think I'm in love But it makes me kinda nervous to say so I think I'm in love But it makes me kinda nervous to say so What if it's wrong? What if it's wrong To pray in vain? What does it mean To fake your death? To wake up tainted? Take a little picture in a photobooth Keep it in a locket and I think of you Both of our pictures, face to face Take off your necklace and throw it away I think I'm in love But it makes me kinda nervous to say so I think I'm in love But it makes me kinda nervous to say so Really think I better get a hold of myself Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile She doesn't know what happens when she's around I think I'm in love Think I'm in love Think I'm in love Think I'm in love Think I'm in love Think I'm in love Think I'm in love Think I'm in love

Strange ways coming today; I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away Been a long time since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind To comb my worries, fix my thoughts, throw my hopes like a juggernaut walks Now let-down souls can't feel no rhythm Sorry entertainers like aerobics victims Hybrid people light a wooded matchstick Toxic fumes from the burning plastic Beats are broken, bones are spastic, Robots talkin' with a southern accent Voodoo curses, Bible tongues, voices comin' from the mangled lungs Give me some grit, some get-down shit Don't need a good reason to let anything rip Radio's cold, soul is infected One by one, I'll knock you out God is alone, Hardware defective One by one, I'll knock you out Mr. Microphone making all the damage felt Like a laser manifesto make a mannequin melt There's people phonin' in like it's unlimited minutes Going through the motions just to say that they did it Treadmill's running underneath their feet So they feel like they're going somewhere, but they're not So let's put boots on the warehouse floor Comin' to you like a rope on a chainstore Throwing equipment from a moving van Grab a microphone like a utility man Now fix the beat, now break the rest Make a kick drum sound like an S.O.S. Get a tow-truck cause it's after dark And the dance floor's full, but everybody's double-parked! Cell phone's dead, lost in the desert One by one, I'll knock you out Eye of the sun is out of its socket One by one, I'll knock you out One by one This jam is real... that's right Eye of the sun Eye of the sun Eye of the sun Ahhhhhhhhhh

Lord, please don't forsake me In my Mercedes Benz All the riches and the ruins Now we all know how that story ends Strange apparition Haunting my brain Standing on the last legs Of a dream that walked away When the Lord rings my front door And asks me what I've got to show Besides the dust in my pockets And the things that just eat away my soul Strange apparition Haunting my brain Piss on the ashes Of a dream that got cremated The least I had to lose from Is the most I seemed to care Anything should make you happy Nothing could make you scared We'll be on the shorelineWhen that heavy ship goes down Did you think that you were lucky? You should see yourself now

No one cares what dress she wears at all Tattered rags and paper bags and all She's the one sleeping in the dirt Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt Lovers drag their canes across the gates Gamblers light candles for the days No one wake her up, she's sleeping still So put a candle on the window sill Soldier Jane, don't be afraid Take your heart out of the shell Take your heart out of the shell Don't throw it away Stars, they strike the darkness in the room Knives, they take the poison from the wound Cars, they drive us down into the ruins And sweep our cares away with dirty brooms Soldier Jane, don't be afraid Take your heart out of the shell Take your heart out of the shell Don't be afraid

1, 2, 3, 4 I'm a seasick sailorOn a ship of noiseI got my maps all backwardsAnd my instincts poisonedIn a truth blown gutterFull of wasted yearsLike blown-out speakersRingin' in my ears Oh it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneIt's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're gone Now I'm a straight-line walkerIn a black-out roomI push a shopping cart overIn an Aztec ruinWith my minion fingersWorking for some GodWho could see his own reflectionIn a parking lot Oh it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneNo it's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're gone Now I'm a priest teenagerOn a tower of dustI'm a dead generatorIn a cloud of exhaustI eat alone in the desertWith skulls for my petsI rate the days, one to tenWith lead cigarettes It's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're goneIt's nausea, oh nauseaAnd we're gone

When the oceans are darkthe heavens are forebodingthe chainlink wind is breaking you openand the lessons of the dayon the blackboard of nightseem to be erasedand the beacon has no lightand the eyes of confusionare looking far astrayfrom everything you neededto keep the dogs at baythere's no escape hatchno submarinethat could take you to the moonrake you in the leavesand keep you just as safeas you are in my handsthat someday, someday say bye bye bye and bye and bye and bye smaller than a stonebigger than a roadfarther than an oceancloser than a soulevery little wordand every little stepevery new directionthe closer you will getand farther awayyou'll go from where we areand try to keep it with youand hold it like starlingfrom a frozen laketo a hollow moonpush yourself beyondthe wall they carved for youand when you bring it downwith all their false eyeswhen you've made it yoursdon't forget its yours bye and bye and bye and bye

Disappointment conditionA perfunctory prescriptionOf an indigent mindsetA belligerent silenceWe got all we needTurning out of a tin canThinking about the remendOf the social hurtListen to the noiseOn the battery tape deckA Judas trainwreckAnonymous suspectHovering in carbon monoxide cremationsLoners waste away insideOf vacant locationsThink tanks emptyInternational dream bankPlug in my reactorTo the fallout zoneThe enemies' story is a lot like mineAnd if you get to the pointThen you are better than I Dark starVacant eyelids closingCities grew themselvesFrom a sky lit terrain Autopilot driversRiding out on the ice ageInfidels swallowedIn a vanishing pointAmmunition souls shootingHoles in the ozoneWidows tearsWashing a soldier's bonesSterilized egosDelirium sequelsPunctured by the arrowsOf American eagle Robot teach you about the rules that belead youBackspace my brainMy equilibrium goes Dark starJust an eye that's closingCities grew themselvesFrom a sky lit terrain One, twoOne, two

Send a telegramTell me your thoughtsI want to live for a dayI wanna live for a dayIn the way that we lostBut unfortunately the twainGot crissed not crossedLeft the keys in the carSo the legs have to walkedOn a desert terrainWe were wayward and plainWaiting for rainIn a decade afraidOf what pain might doTo the pleasure we knewBefore we had to move onI did my best for you Doo doo doo doo doo dooDoo doo doo doo doo dooDoo doo doo doo doo dooDoo doo doo doo doo doo DarkerWe dance alone this wayIt's getting darkerWe dance alone this way I waited for a fireTo come out of the groundI tried to get back on the worldAs it was turning aroundSplinters and piecesFrom a life that crashedWatching every minuteOf the wreckage go past'Cause motions wearing downAll my thoughts'Til they're all smoothed outLike rocks we tossedDucks and drakes overWater we goWhere we see there's only memoriesDrowning below DarkerWe dance alone this wayIt's getting darkerWe dance alone this way On a gravel trainWe were waiting for hopeI was a light fading outLike a stray on a ropeI let the scenery passLike a blown-out TVThought I saw a ghostBut it might have been meMight have been the worldThat was moving too fastCaught up in the futureThat was drunk on the pastLooking for a placeWhere the nights unravelLast ditch roadTrespassers travel on DarkerWe dance alone this wayIt's getting darkerWe dance alone this way We dance alone this way

We are aimlessAnd the target is an empty wallWe're out of patienceWith smiles that cut across her face No complaintsBut I wish I had more time for my brainI'd like to walkWhere the sun doesn't know we're awake We're in spaceshipsTake a visit to the PyreneesOn paid vacationsSend a brochure from the agency No complaintsBut my girlfriend dug a ditch in my roomWalking papers and a holeStraight out from my shoes No complaints but it's harderTo believe in the truthSo write a message on a billboardAnd I'll send it to you We feel painlessCheck the status on the info lineIn some ways taintedRadiation from the factory No complaintsBut it's overrated, that's for sureTake a bus backFrom Little Rock, ArkansasOr ModestoThat's where my drawl comes from