1   Jeans  
2   Hungry Ghost  video 
3   Isadora  
4   Sacrilege (with East Bay Ray)  video
5   Slain  
6   Little Liberty (with East Bay Ray)  
7   Dark Concrete  video
8   Light the Rockets  
9   Me or Him  video
10   Perverted Kind V1.1    video
 
    Scroll down to the songs to open the individual video links
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        ---------------- medley
          

 

  

jeans______________________________  

i don't know which one came first
you or the expanding universe
 
got the beauty shot with speed
got banged and dropped a seed
got light, got heat
dark underneath
 
i don't know which one came faster    
the future or another bastard
 
got bread, got meat
got loaded bombs and green
got love at breakneck speed
 
and you wear those jeans
make second skin
you're a popsicle
full of ether
 
and the raw wild wind
sucks your faux lace curtains in
and out and in
and in and out and in again
 
pass the job of loving lover
sack me like a giant rubber
 
got visions kissing dreams
got wars between erotic scenes
 
the debs are pierced and tattooed
and the laboratory mice
swiped the storeroom access card
and they keep it with their filthy bodies
 
and the graveyard shift
is in the parking lot
where they stare at the quarks and they wonder
but they really don't think a lot
 
and you wear those jeans
second skin
ethereal popsicle
 
and the raw wild wind
sucks your faux lace curtains in
and out and in
and in and out and in again
 
you or the expanding ...?
you are the expanding ...!
you ... expanding ... you!
expanding ... you!
 
  
it was a lunch that turned
into bloody fuckin' hell
'cause nobody ate a thing
nobody drank a thing
 
they were afraid
to swallow anything
i guess
shiny hungry ghost
 
i guess it really could be a christ
but i don't wanna find out
i'd rather shuffle along
 
and pay any price
to be alive with my doubt
than in the dark without presence
 
wake in the arctic sea
reminds me of everything about me
 
should we forgive you?
why not?
no one who ever loved life
wants to see anybody die and rot
 
who loves dead saviors?
nobody
who really loves anybody?
 
and what's all the fuckin' need about?
what's all the need about?
 
shiny ugly ghost
shiny hungry ghost
surreal wound
surreal room
 
should we forgive you?
why not?
 
ugly shiny ghost
serial wound
 
wounded, wounded
wounded, wounded
wound-dead
wound-dead
ha-ha-ha! wound-dead!
 
should we forgive you?
why not?
 
isadora                                                          
 
isadora danced herself to life to death
day sun night come choke
flip wheels, one screams
one streak one smear one flash sex death
 
  
for someone who wants to talk about bliss
you really ought to know what it is
but anytime i try dropping hints
you turn 'em into sacrilege
 
i'll hold you high in the wind
it won't cry "mary" 'cause that's not your name
and i won't even lie, it'll suck to get buried
but the concrete breaks
 
if you don't want me, i'll sleep in the car
if i get hungry, i'll eat at the bar
if i'm not good enough, i won't make it hard
i'll piss in the yard and be gone
 
for someone who wants to talk about love
you just lower your head and shove
if i come home with liquor and meat
you turn it into sacrilege
 
i'll hold you high in the wind
it won't cry "mary" 'cause that's not your name
and we can't even lie, it'll suck to get buried
but the wild earth quakes
 
if you don't want me, i'll sleep in the car
if i get hungry, i'll eat at the bar
if i'm not good enough, i won't make it hard
i'll piss in the yard and be gone
 
some people wanna watch grass grow
some people wanna die
some people wanna just let it fly
 
if you don't want me, i'll sleep in the car
if i get hungry, i'll eat at the bar
if you're too good for me, that's going too far
i'll piss in the yard
 
slain                                                            
  
i lay my fist
on the bed
where my palm just bled
from the back door
 
i took the key
from the mat
let the door hit my back
and the back of our dark love
 
close the door unlucky
no more li'l wounded thing
just stare at your locket
sit there like a drain
 
all the doors are bolted
and we're still in love
            shame!
 
i will still be seeing
i will still be slain
 
i used to think hills had eyes
and a face
no, i lied
what a safe lie
 
but the hills are asleep
the hills are asleep
the hills....
 
i don't want any blood
i don't want you to drool
            shame!
 
and i want to be accused
of brandishing a tool
            blame!
 
close the door and lock it
or we'll both be stained
            drained!
 
still seeing
still slain
 
do you want me to dec....
do you want me to dec....
do you want me to decorate the floor?
 
i wanna be the decorator, baby
the decorator, yeah
  
little liberty                                               
  
we might be really in danger
we might be reasonably free
yeah, but maybe our favorite girl is still a baby
 
we've got national sweeps
glory to real tv
and the latest parade of hyped-up cliches
like "freedom is never free"
 
god is not an island
and all our history and infamy
are in the same nameless dungeons
 
why should our hands cover our faces?
it's not like we really hate the site of blood
 
it's convenient to be meat for the sandman
what a victory for yesterland!
then we do our big roll call with jesus!
 
and the back of our heaven is flags
flying free from gravity
 
and speaking of free
now that i'm in heaven
what's in it for me?
 
god is not an island
and we don't need anyone to show us
how to decorate a dungeon
 
why not justify torture
and take body parts as trophies
and order our pride another fresh side of blood
and piss on corpses?
 
leviticus and the nra
brew a new tea
free as lemmings
 
you can't afford to keep drawing breath
it's illegal to choose a merciful death
 
but stars and stripes
make everything right
except you're broke from your treatments
and you'd rather be dead
 
property seizures
if you don't behave
(every room looks great
with invisible chains!)
 
lives wrecked by trials by tv
it's amazing
but it ain't grace, nancy
 
and let's salute automatic heroes
there's no such thing as bales, gibbs or calley
 
and let's try to outspend the deficit
for interval monarchy
 
to the left, to the right
to the left, to the right
 
if that's the best we've got
don't even talk to me
 
if that's the best we've got
talk to the finger!
  
 
crystal meth is your drug of choice
but you never choked your voice
on a plane that sank beneath anything
 
i don't want a drug of choice
i just wanna feel my voice
alive and everything
 
but it's the last thing i ever dreamed of
 
got clear horizons
and everything is cool
but at night, everybody talks
about the end of the pool
 
but it's dark concrete
dark concrete, dark concrete
instead of the pool
 
the weeds smell better
when everything is under glass
 
the weeds taste better whenever
but mostly in your past
 
the weeds are better than the stuff
that they shoved down the pipe
with lust
 
because it was ripe
really fuckin' ripe
historic
  
light the rockets                                            
 
kill the addiction
it's just cake
silk through a window
stay awake
 
cold turkey on a damn floor
why ya lookin' at me for?
why do eyes find a better door lookin'?
 
all right, i'm alive
so call me a fake
while i'm tarred and feathered
and burned at the stake
 
let's light the rockets
send 'em up straight
 
kill the erection
fluid and rain
shine on the sidewalk
happy again
 
walls need light, graves need water
            tre chic tragique trash chic
caught between innocence and slaughter
            open lips begin to speak
don't delay this communique
           
dyin' of the blues
            die of wounds
dyin' of the wounds
            die of wounds
dyin' of the blues
            die of wounds
dyin' of the wounds
dead of the wounds
            lie dead in the wounds
dead
 
ain't gettin' saved
            ain't gettin' faith
ain't gettin' faith
            ain't sayin' grace
maybe jesus forgets a dirty grave
 
remember magic?
come out and play
come out and play
come out and play
 
all right, i'm alive
but i'm a snake
crawlin' up to you
and you've got a rake
 
let's light the rockets
explode with fate
 
life pours like a wine
but it drinks like a gate
it eats like chicken
but it tastes like a chop
 
come on and light the fuse in my face
  
 
in between the bruising
it's under the car
 
it's between the ankles
if you walk that far
 
it's under the sheets with you
it's under the sheets with me
it's out under the magazines
 
he looks down like a punk in a wasteland
he looks down like a punk in a wasteland
he looks down like a punk in a wasteland
 
it's out before you can see it
it's the sign before you can miss it
 
in the air is where you'll be pleased
before you can taste it
before you can waste it
 
he looks down like a punk in a wasteland
down like a punk in a wasteland
down like a punk in a wasteland
 
talking about one subject
so long, so loud
 
talk so long
talk so loud
            it's out under the magazines!
 
talk so much talk
so much talk, so much talk
 
it's under the car
            it's under the car!
it's under the car
            it's under the seat!
it's under the magazines
 
and the worst part, baby
it's under the sheets with us now
            it's under the sheets!
 
it's under the car
it's under the sheets
 
it's under the cover of life magazine
it's under the sheets with you
  
  
nothing went wrong with the bastard son
of a dirty immigrant wrapped in a pinstriped sheet
 
nothing went wrong with perverted minds
left by themselves to let their wounds get neat
 
do you think i'm one
the perverted kind
wanna hear you say your line
and lick your meat?
 
afternoon of death came out of smoke
that drew itself out of invisible ink
 
prop the dead poet up
prop the dead poet up
prop the dead
 
let's have it all
while brains are tossed like skeet
and shot over filthy glitter litter street
 
'cause you think if we worship trash
it'll eat itself while you grab your cash
and get your beauty sleep
 
does a diamond last forever in hell?
do your whistles and bells
save a sorry crying ass
from eternal sleep?
 
this is my catch phrase
you can't come in
no brains behind it
but i'm in my skin
 
you change the world
we like to fuck
dance on a rocket
here's to our love
 
face down the enemy
face down
the enemy face down
 
that annoying sound
is everything
coming back around
to the front door
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

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