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Some people suppress you
They partch you and reap a disaster
Reeducation for the infants
Who demanded for an innocent instance
The great commandment shows the contempt
Between the world and their embarrassing pavement
Believe the scholars, read the readings
Realize the man who says anything
The great commandment
The needies believe you
They treat you
Like survivor of a disaster
Reeducation for the infants
Who demanded for an innocent instance
The great commandment shows the contempt
Between the world and their embarrassing pavement
Believe the scholars, read the readings
Realize the man who says anything
The great commandment shows the contempt
Between the world and their embarrassing pavement
Believe the scholars, read the readings
Realize the man who says anything
The great commandment
I liked
Having hurt
So send the pain below
Where I need it
You used to beg me
To take
Care of things
And smile at the thoughts
Of me failing
But long before
Having hurt
I'll send the pain below
I'll send the pain below
Much like suffocating
Much like suffocating
Much like suffocating (I'll send the pain below)
Much like suffocating (I'll send the pain below)
You used to run me away
All while laughing
Then cry about that fact
'Til my returns
But long before
Having hurt
I'll send the pain below
I'll send the pain below
Much like suffocating
Much like suffocating
Much like suffocating (I'll send the pain below)
Much like suffocating (I'll send the pain below)
Much like suffocating
I can't feel my chest (chest, chest)
Anymore
Drop down
'Cause I'm in
I can't feel my chest (chest, chest)
Drop down
I liked
Having hurt
So send the pain below
So send the pain below (much like suffocating) (I liked)
So send the pain below (much like suffocating) (having hurt)
So send the pain below (much like suffocating)
So send the pain below (much like suffocating)
So send the pain below
Are teenage dreams so hard to beat?
Everytime she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over 'cause I'm all alone
I need excitement oh I need it bad
And it's the best, I've ever had
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night, all right
Are teenage dreams so hard to beat?
Everytime she walks down the street
Another girl in the neighbourhood
Wish she was mine, she looks so good
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night
I'm gonna call her on the telephone
Have her over 'cause I'm all alone
I need excitement oh I need it bad
And it's the best, I've ever had
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night, all right
I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
Get teenage kicks right through the night, all right
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleedin' enough for two
It's a midlife crisis
It's a midlife crisis
What an inheritance
The salt and the Kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
(Yeah)
It's a midlife crisis
It's a midlife crisis
You're perfect, yes, it's true (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) but without me you're only you (go on and wring my neck)
Your menstruating heart (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) it ain't bleedin' enough for two
You're perfect, yes, it's true (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) but without me you're only you (go on and wring my neck) (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) it ain't bleedin' enough for two
You're perfect, yes, it's true (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) but without me you're only you (go on and wring my neck) (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) it ain't bleedin' enough for two
You're perfect, yes, it's true (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) but without me you're only you (go on and wring my neck)
Your menstruating heart (go on and wring my neck)
(Like when a rag gets wet) it ain't bleedin' enough for two
Midlife Crisis
Please don't hate me mama for what I'm about to do
But the good times we've had together are just about now through
Please don't misunderstand me, I hate to see you cry
But I think that it might look better if I told you now goodbye
I'm back on the road again, it's time I leave you now
And maybe I'll see you next time, that I'm around
Until then I hope your happy baby and good times come your way
I'm back on the road again, I'm on my way
Well I've loved you since the day I met you and I'll love you till the day I die
But we both know the life I'm livin and we both know the reason why
That I've got to leave ya mama and I've got to leave today
But you know that I'll see you next time that I come through your town to play
ooh, bye-bye baby
ooh, bye-bye baby
Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our rice crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street,
But all he ever thinks to do is watch,
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface
Of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended
Only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now, looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door
Of a cottage on the shore
Of a dark Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Synchronicity II
Spit on the streets
(Your heads and teeth)
Got nowhere to go
other than shows
Could never love
And the Psychomafia
I'm talking about love
Psychomafia
No soul in discos
No rock in the clubs
Bullheads in the pubs
And the city jobs
Could never love
And the Psycho Mafia
Could never love
Psychomafia
Spit in the streets
(your heads and teeth)
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead
Going on about drugs
Psychomafia
Could never love
Psychomafia
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