1. |
(I Am) The Dead Bug
01:36
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Sedated and waiting to bleed
My insides are outside my body
Three holes to insert two screens
I am the dead bug
My limbs stick straight up
I have the good drugs that make you break stuff
Doped and driven to dream of flying with a brand new pair of wings
Sutured and bursting at the seams
I am the dead bug
My limbs stick straight up
I have the good drugs that make you break stuff
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2. |
Magic Gazebo
01:07
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Yellow chalk to draw the controls
Four wheels and away we roll
Two wings and we're ready to float high above the gray world below
Where do you wanna go in our magic gazebo?
Where do you wanna go?
Bring a basket of picnic food
Cold beer and fried chicken, too
Draw a robot to take us around
A kiss for good luck before we leave the ground
Where do you wanna go in our magic gazebo?
Where do you wanna go?
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3. |
Greasy Bag
01:23
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I made it in the basement, much to my amazement
When I looked up, I was ancient, though I tried so hard to fake it
Trading all our time for money
Don't it make you sad?
But we will never again go hungry with our greasy bag
I had it, I could taste it, when I realized I hate it
So I took it and I laid it out and then away'd it
Trading all our time for money
Don't it make you sad?
But we will never again go hungry with our greasy bag
Trading all our time for money
Don't it make you mad?
But we will never again go hungry with our greasy bag
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4. |
Brother Knife
01:10
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The ambulance is here to take you to outer space and then implant you
Brother Knife hides in the attic, in a bin containing ashes
Brother Knife please give us access
Don't you go do something drastic
The people in the TV told you I'm a good witch you can turn to
Brother Knife hides in the attic, in a bin containing ashes
Brother Knife please give us access
Don't you go do something drastic
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5. |
Old Alfred Road
01:26
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I despise the camera eyes that keep me in my cubby
They bring me wine that costs a dime, and they've taken all my money
My name is Old Alfred Road
I've been inside this place before
In my previous abode
There were no locks on any door
The exit sign is just a lie, now don't you think that's funny?
Tell me son, before you run: where the hell is my Blue Bunny?
My name is Old Alfred Road
I've been inside this place before
In my previous abode
There were no locks on any door
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6. |
Time Cube
01:11
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My time cube is plastic
Elastic in the cosmic air
I wonder how did you get here in my time cube
In my time cube
My time cube can't accommodate two
So if you leave, I'll be on my way
My time cube turns static
Erratically it flies through air
All because I find you here in my time cube
In my time cube
My time cube can't accommodate two
So if you leave, I'll be on my way
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7. |
Robot Goes Berserk
01:31
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Robot red alert in the maze
Another prisoner has escaped
He's armed and dangerous and irate
Robot red alert in the maze
Electric wall burning
Laser eye turning
Robot goes berserk in the maze
Shoots the prisoner in the face
Rid the planet of the human race
Robot goes berserk in the maze
Electric wall burning
Laser eye turning
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8. |
Television Town
01:34
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One set behind the other
There for when the sound goes out
As it does in Television Town
Circling the week's viewing on a Sunday morning
Circling the week's viewing on a Sunday morning
Candy on the remote control
Showing their gold proud
As one does in Television Town
Circling the week's viewing on a Sunday morning
Circling the week's viewing on a Sunday morning calm
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9. |
Fox with a Bad Leg
01:18
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Walking down the street with a stick between its teeth
Last night: a blackout dream
Sick and shaking like a leaf
Fox with a bad leg
Not even halfway home
Fox with a bad leg
Back to the halfway home
Fur coat in the heat with a fifth of cheap whiskey
Screaming 'neath the trees for a little company
Fox with a bad leg
Not even halfway home
Fox with a bad leg
Back to the halfway home
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10. |
Brain Hat
01:05
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Hang your brain hat by the back door
Oblivion is waiting on the second floor
In liquids strong our senses dull as we wade into the thinking lull
All along, nothing was wrong
Put your brain hat in the washer
Clean the gray away and hang it up once more
Inside our home, expose our skulls, dispose of thoughts in a final cull
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