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No Other God

Commit Adultery

Kill It

Lie

Cold Steal

Goddamn You, You Scenesters!

Yesterday's Future Man

I Own The Best Of All Things

My TV

Devil Girl

No Other God

I saw your mom the other day.
She says you’re wrong in every way.
Her little words sick like the flu.
I see the things they do to you.

She better cut it out.
You better cut her out.
You better cut her off.
You’ll have no other god before me.

I saw you with your friends last night,
shooting shit by Bud’s early Light.
You’ve got so much life inside you…
but they drag you down ‘til you can’t move.

They better cut it out.
You better cut them out.
You better cut them off.
You’ll have no other god before me.

All you need, all you need, all you need is me.
Lucky you, lucky you, lucky you…you found me.
Whadja do? Whadja see? Whadja feel before me?
And my love is so, oh, oh, you’ll wanna kill your friends.

I’ve seen you labour for your dreams.
Then, comatose when they’re unseen.
And sometimes God is silent, too…
but God can’t fill you like I do.

He better cut it out.
You better cut Him out.
You better cut Him off.
You’ll have no other God before me.
You’ll have no other God before me.
You’ll have no other God before me.

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Commit Adultery

Scrape, take ‘til he breaks.
Your independent shit is just so fake.
Hot shot ‘til he bought.
Now your job is spending his hard got.
You beached leech who battle bleeds,
protecting both sides of your Hanes panties.
Your Trump gun is your son.
He wishes he could shove it back where it’s from.

You know he means it.

And now he’s mine, babe. Don’t care what your contract says.
His hunger’s for me, and I keep him well fed.

Stage, page your outrage.
You’re just finally getting what you gave.
Hop top your soap box.
With how much you consume you’ll just fall off.
To be sweet you think is weak.
But one smile at him and we adulteried.
You smug slug call your judge.
I don’t want half his stuff just all his love.

You know I mean it.

And now he’s mine, babe. Don’t care what your paper says.
His thoughts are all me….the life that’s in his head.

Instrumental break:

And now he’s mine, babe. Don’t care what your last name says.
He comes just for me….the wife that’s in his head.

Corpulent & Indolent

over-sized, over-stuffed, over-stiff, over-rich;
over-do? over-don't. over-due, under-done.
watching the screens.
over-eat, over-sleep, over-charge, over-large;
over-flow, over-slow, over-load, under-tow.
can't have enough screens.
you're bad. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
you're diseased. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
over-grown, over-stocked, over-full, over-weight;
over-lap, over-lax, over-fed, under dressed.
home with the screens.
you're bad. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
you're ill. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
you're pitiful. you're a criminal. you're a criminal. you are bad.
you are bad. you are bad. you're a criminal.
under-bred wonder bread, under_used, under-hand;
under-aged, over-aged, under-cooked, over-ripe.

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Kill It

No, no, no, no, no, that’s not it… no, this is it.
No, no, no, no, no, make sure you know.
No, no, no, no, no, the black one… no, the plaid one.
No, no, no, no, no, you’re gonna blow it.
It’s the new mistake. It’s the new mistake we like to make.

No, no, no, no, no to Ave. B…. no, to CB’s.
Oh, no, no, no, no, let’s just not go.
No, no, no, no, no, dear, London, no, sweet, Lisbon.
But, no, no, no, no, don’t call it home.

It’s the new mistake. It’s the new mistake we like to make.
It’s the new mistake.
It’s the new mistake. It’s the new mistake…no, no, no, no…
It’s the new mistake we’re bound to make

unless you kill, unless you kill it.
Now go kill, kill, kill, you spoiled little brat.

No, no, no, no, no a star boy… no, a hard boy.
No, no, no, no, no, I’ll stay alone.
No, no, no, no, no, can’t move, can’t choose an i.d.;
Oh, no, no, no, no, all options open.

It’s the new mistake. It’s the new mistake we like to make.
It’s the new mistake.
It’s the new mistake. It’s the new mistake…no, no, no, no…
It’s the new mistake we’re bound to make

Unless you kill, unless you kill it.
Now go kill, kill, kill, c’mon, take a stab.

It’s all right there, waiting in front of you. It’s too much.
It’s all right there, laid out in front of you. There’s too much.
It’s all right there, spread out in front of you. Ain’t it rough.
It’s all right there, spread out, smack in your face. Pick a card!…ANY card!

and kill, and go kill it. Now go kill, kill, kill, you spoiled little brat,
just go kill, just go kill it. Now go kill, kill, kill, c’mon, take a stab,
you spoiled little brat, never looking back.

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Lie

Out of your bed
Out of your house
Out of the hole you’re from

Don’t mind the mess
Don’t miss the bus
Don’t stick out too much

Check your checkbook
Check your check list
Check if you’re still breathing

You are your age
You are your pay
You have no real say

Swallow your thoughts
Swallow your pride
Swallow some more comfort

Put it inside
Move it around
Now have a baby

Got the new thing
Got the new talk
Got you where they want you

To win the game
Don’t play the game
Just play your own game

What will set you free?

Lie for new life
If I
Think it, sell it, then I own it
Need some fiction

Fake, make or break
away
bend it, twist it, front it, spin it,
there’s no limit. Truth has no use.

Dress up, lift off
Dress up and away
Dress up to not come down

Make-up your face
Make-up your mind
Make-up for lost time

Say what you want
Say it and smile
Say it in Portuguese

E voce bom?
vindo com mim
tenho magia

Once was a girl
I used to know
She could leave her body.

She saw the hand
She heard the word,
But she felt nothing.

How can the coop
Make you cuckoo
if you are not inside?

How can the truth
Tear you in two
if you can’t be found?

It’s what sets you free.

Lie for new life
If I
Think it, sell it, then I own it
Need some fiction

Fake, make or break
away
bend it, twist it, front it, spin it,
there’s no limit. Truth has no use

I just want to feel some kick now.
I just want to get it thrilling.
I just want to get out of my head,
Just want to make it pretty.

Lie for new life
If I
Think it, sell it, then I own it
Need some fiction

Fake, take a break
away
bend it, twist it, front it, spin it,
there’s no limit. Truth has no use.

…..for new life
If I
Think it, sell it, then I own it
Need some fiction

Fake, take a break
away
bend it, twist it, front it, spin it,
there’s no limit. Truth has no use

Has no use….has no use.
Has no use…has no use.
Lie. Lie. Lie.

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Cold Steal

This cat sits on your head and steals your baby breath.
Hands up, you’re forced to kneel and hand over your life’s yield.

Cold steal
If they can take it, you don’t own it, baby.
Now you feel like cold steel.
All your light and fight will now be nothing.

Away, from today, let’s steal.
Move fast, hit hard, feel real.

This cat creeps as you sleep and burgles beggars’ feet.
Indiscreetly, in dead heat, subtracts elite heartbeats.

Cold steal
Life’s not taken if it’s borrowed, baby.
You wanna feel my cold steal?
I’ll take you now and save you years of slavery.

Run away, have your say when you end.
Hip to hip, and hard kissed, I’ll slip it in.

Instrumental break:

Big deal, cold steal
Start with pets from moms or pops from babies.
‘Cause when you’re sealed in cold steel
You’ll quickly turn to dust just like the memory of you.

All your dreams, and private things you’ve concealed:
Lovers’ notes, career growth; and open meal.

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Goddamn You, You Scenesters!

Ever since I was ‘leven, twelve, or thirteen,
back in ol’ STL on the Mississipp’,
I’ve felt the stranglehold force of the Scenesters.

GODDAMN you, you Scenesters, in vintage t-shirts.
Got to be real “don’t care”, with precise hair.
Jesus hates you.
Got to look real cocksure. It’s in the brochure.
The Virgin Mary says, “Screw you.”
Got to be real “watch the pinwheel”.
But where I’m from we’ve

always had nothin’, so we’ve got nothin’ to lose.
We say what we want, do what we choose, do what we choose!

GODDAMN you, you Scenesters in black Converse.
Got to be real “fuck-off”, in your mom’s spiked cuff.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
Got to look real tortured. A follow-suit is hard work.
Oh, my Lord!
Got to look real “it’s no big deal”.
But where I’m from we’ve

always had nothin’, so we’ve got nothin’ to lose.
We say what we want, do what we choose, do what we choose! We’ve
always had nothin’, so we’ve got nothin’ to lose.
We say what we want, do what we choose, do what we choose!

Instrumental solo: GODDAMN, YOU!

We’ve always had nothin’, so we’ve got nothin’ to lose.
We say what we want, do what we choose, in the wrong shoes!

But you can be saved if you’re a Scenester.
You gotta dig deep down and find a feelin’.
You gotta dig deep down and find out how you feel.

I swear to God! I swear to all damnation.
Holy shit!
As my Grandpa used to say, “Jeez and crackers,
Jesus H. Christ on a stick, for Chrissakes,
Jesus wept.”

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Yesterday's Future Man

Kevin is a queen bag chair.
Formless, floor-bound blob, he stares.
Keeps his kingdom in a box.
Shows those virtuals who’s the boss.

His best friend’s a hi-tek running shoe,
who can’t seem to move.

And now you’re blue, ooh, ooh.
It’s not like you, ooh, ooh.

How’s that revolution, Yesterday’s Future Man?
Whadja teach your children, Yesterday’s Future Man?

Ashley is a Gucci belt.
Retro-copied mesh goes well
with Paige, Caitlyn, and Nicole.
Accentuates the hips, sits low.

Her best friend’s next month’s Kate Spade purse,
empty ‘til it hurts.

And now you’re blue, ooh, ooh.
But, it’s all you, ooh, ooh.

How’s the underground, Yesterday’s Future Man?
Did we lose the sound, Yesterday’s Future Man?

Meet the new boss. He’s the son of the old boss.

Take me to your world, Yesterday’s Future man,
I saw as a girl, Yesterday’s Future Man,
on an album cover, Yesterday’s Future Man.

You know.
You know it’s all….
You know it’s all…. you ooh, ooh, ooh

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I Own The Best Of All Things

We could feast on crumbs at their feet.                        I’ll have that.
Make our bed from one stray silk thread.                      I’ll take that.
We could thrive on one thick deep dime.                       I’ll buy that.
You touch me once and I’m coming for months.             I’ll have that.

All the fortune,
All the pleading,
All the tension,
All that you see goes, oh, oh.

I own it all. I own the best of all things.
I own the blue. I own the best of all blue things, things.

We’ll build a palace from all their trash.                         I’ll have that.
We’ll use time like a buffalo’s hide.                               I’ll take that.
We’ll give birth away. We’ve too much.                         I’ll have that.
Your one word’s like 12 years of church.                       I’ll buy that.

All the passion,
All the beauty,
All the freedom,
All you can’t see goes, oh, oh.

We own it all. We own the best of all things.
We own the smooth. We own the best of smooth things, things.

Instrumental:

I own the round. I own the best of round things.
I own the sweet. I own the best of sweet things.
I own the ground. I own the best of ground things.
I own it all. I own the best of all things, things, things, things.

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My TV

Turned on for me all day and night (you feel like)
You know how to show a girl a prime time (you feel like)
pushing buttons, work me ‘til I cry (you feel like)
electric wine and…. flashing light you
blow my mind (you feel like)
The bluest sky shines through your eye (you feel like)
The one consistent in my life (you feel like)
I’m at home a …..comfort zone a
Warm, familiar
glow.

My TV, you know you are the only one for me.
There’s nothing better out there I could see.
We have more fun at home just you and me.
Take off my clothes and take in my TV….
and when I’m sleeping you watch over me.
So many people say you’re bad for me,
but you fulfill my every fantasy
and I need you so.

I could stare at you ‘til I’m blind (you feel like)
sitting too close to voltage vibes (you feel like)
You’re inside me like I want inside (you feel like)
a rolling ride a ….rigid guide I’ll….
Be whatever you de-
cide (you feel like)
The focus of all things where I reside (you feel like)
arranged to face you like a shrine (you feel like)
beyond control my….heart and soul by
myself but not a-
lone.

My TV, you know you are the only one for me.
There’s nothing better out there I could see.
We have more fun at home just you and me.
Take off my clothes and take in my TV…
and when I’m sleeping you watch over me.
So many people say you’re bad for me,
but you fulfill my every fantasy
and I need you

my TV, my TV. I need
my TV, my TV. I want
my TV, my TV.
Watching

My TV…na, na, na, na, na, na, na It’s been a hard life, come walk straight into the bright light.

And I need you so. And I need it so. And I want it so. And I need it so, so ….so.

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Devil Girl

There was a time when the middle-aged women of the church would say, “Demon oppressed.”
And I’d say, “Oh, it’s an answer, oh.”
There was a time when the elders of the church would say, “Worldliness.”
And I’d ask, “Oh, what’s the difference? Oh.”

Mother, I was born, into this dirty world, never clean, never doing the right thing.
Mother, I was born, into this ugly world, so untrue, never feeling a part of you.

Oh, devil girl. Oh, devil girl.
Ah, devil girl, oh.

There is a time when a grape-juiced-and-wafered-grown-girl cries, “Greediness.”
They defend, “Oh, we deserve it, oh.”
There is a time when a soul three times baptized cries, “Heartlessness.”
They reply, “Oh, how we’re chastised, oh.”

Mother, I was born, into this dirty world, never clean, never doing the right thing.
Mother, I was born, into this ugly world, so untrue, never feeling a part of you.

Oh, devil girl. Oh, devil girl.
Ah, devil girl, oh.

Now I don’t know who you are.
Now I don’t know who you are.
Now I…don’t know.
Now I…don’t know.
Now I
don’t know.

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