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Do you remember when we were young, adventure had no end?
Those were the days my friend
But I'm not talking about that at all
Do you remember when you marred my future with a sickly parasitic pall?
That was the day that the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
Friction, bonds, and gravity, all harmonic motion ceased
Life itself could not maintain from that singularity
Try to withstand a magnetic storm with no one to keep you warm
Waiting for the rest to fall, since the day that the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
Since the day that the earth stalled
On that day that the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
On that day that the earth stalled
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Hey scientist please save us from our rainy days
Because your counterpart in the magic art is manufacturing judgment day
There's a fell wind blowing out of the east
Bringing famine drought and plague
Well now at least that's what they say
Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
Well I know what's wrong and I know what's right
And I know that evil exists sure as day turns into night
When a man gets down on his knees to pray you know he'll find what he is able
But chances are he'll find it either way
Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
It fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
Oh Lord have mercy on a humble man
Lost in the wilderness without a guiding hand
Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
It fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
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Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door
If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy “what for?”
And if revolution isn't what's in store, how can you care anymore?
It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist
You're an archetype that they can pin to the wall
When you cling to your convictions like a farm animal in its stall
Never thinking of the bigger world outside, as they take you for a ride
It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
Because passion unabated can be readily conflated with belligerence
It's a dangerous slip and a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
And the verdict won't be kind, cuz they're desperate for a viable alternative.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance!
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Out in the cold,
like a bundle of coal,
little packets of darkness,
wanting to grow,
Well there's nobody home,
and there's a wreck in the yard,
and maybe they're coming back,
if we wish really hard,
if we wish real hard now,
Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
but everyone is gonna keep on waiting,
waiting for peace,
at the end of our streets,
back behind our apartments,
in our passenger seats,
just a moment of bliss,
of it all of the ways,
but despair and oblivion,
of our precarious ways,
its ours to face now,
Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working,
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
but everyone is still right here waiting,
now I know nothing lasts forever,
so we might as well wish for a God damn fix,
of this toxic change in weather,
Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
and all of the others can barely stay in the running,
but everyone is gonna keep on waiting
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
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(Hey) angels fall down without warning
Cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves
She had a bullet proof mind and big pawn shop eyes
And nothing you could say would get to her
So don't look homeward angel from that rumble seat
I can strum twice and make it all go away
We'll tap every last drop until that beating stops
And let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun
We'll run
Because the devil in stitches only has his fun
Performing for the chosen one
We can run
She was living on the edge of a knife
His head was filled with restless ghosts
It's so easy to love a bringer of destruction
She said darling "I love you madly"
Black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window
Prayin' for a song to save her life
I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine
So let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun
We'll run
While the devil in stitches goes and has his fun
Performing for the chosen one
We can run
Wild in the street like a formal procession of love and deceit
I will carry you home like a bride from the wreckage
Here's your punch drunk cupid knocked clean out of the senses
I know he drove her out out to the brink
That's where they stood and looked down
Right then he made a decision
That's where they made a division
Declaring war on the weather
A reckless pact with forever
So come on and sing
Sing hallelujah
Right now
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Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and he bid them all to do his every deed
When he was a kid he was treated just the same so he hid his feelings from his family
Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays
Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it ate him up inside most every day
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word
So bewildered when he finally ran away
Oh, obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace
Yeah, papa and his family always on parade
Passing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays
“Get me out of here, someone's got to save the day.”
The children are reminded to do it for the daddy's sake
And happiness is ever so far, far away.
Yeah, lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
It's just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, but time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays
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Stop them from shimmering away
On blank sidewalk glittering asphalt somewhere summer days
The wrong way kids were something more than friends
Navigating a sprawl without end
Did you ever want to take bad advice
Did you ever want to go and take it twice
Do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
Right, you are my friend
So what's wrong with them
There go the wrong way kids
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
And they call them the wrong way kids
The kids today are gone away petitioning the dust
With noone to look up to because they're looking up to us
Just misfit melancholy dregs gone lost in the mall
Wanderers to nowhere at all
Did you ever want to take bad advice
Did you ever want to go and take it twice
Do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
Right, you are my friend
So what's wrong with them
There go the wrong way kids
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
And they call them the wrong way kids
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In 325, the Council devised a set of sacred testaments, transparent and wise
The truth is only ever relied on that which we agree and abide
At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light
In old Tennessee, the last century
All scopes were fixed on legal tricks and whether or not we should teach kids natural philosophy, despite uncomfortable verity
At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.
There's a beacon that shines in the night, a dark pitch though it may be
And the halcyon fields of opportunity turn out to be consensual and arbitrary
Today on my ride I witnessed a guy complaining about how a so-and-so had lied
No longer will the market decide what the government should provide
At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light
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Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay
As your mind, left behind, lost another day
But finally there's someone to believe
Anti-social boredom is all the rage but the time comes when you gotta turn the page
And then finally there's someone to believe
And now you walk with confidence and ease
And there's no call to sell your soul or confess or drop down to your knees
Who, what, or where made you change your mind?
Doesn't matter anymore ‘cuz you've seen a sign
And now finally there's someone to believe
Searching for the answer's a lonely quest but the act is liable to bring out your best
And then finally there's someone to believe
And now you have a purpose to proceed
And you find out the baggage that you discarded, you didn't even need
No one can deny a return to form irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn
But then finally there's someone to believe
Ready to emerge and direct your fate as the self-determination radiates because finally there's someone to believe
And now you walk with confidence and ease
And it feels like the spring equinox after a long winter's sleep
Finally, there's someone to believe
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As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we're smarter than, or what we're meant to be
Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise
But the truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends
Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies
The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame
And it's no... it's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
So now the day races from the twilight
How the fields are enveloped by the shade
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon
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Well let me bend your ear
Because I'm never really there
When shadows turns to light
And hope into despair
There was an only one
But the broody skies above
Brought down a shameful stain
And not a single drop of cleaning rain
Let me say
(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Well in this world of things
One of them is lost
I've been it in my dreams
But not without a cost
Down a lonely street
It was our destiny to meet
Nobody asked you twice
We found purchase then with no requite (nothing nice)
(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Would you believe in something good that's so wrong
And have you worshiped our invention
Well I've paid my debt in coin and sweat with trifling hesitation
Because the road to you is paved with good intentions
(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
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I've been searching for so long
Now the search party is gone
Won't somebody tell me what the hell went wrong
We started out so strong
I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me
Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
We're the same as far as I can see
So come on turn your back on me
If I could I would stand outside myself
And pretend that I was looking back at somebody else
If I could do it again would I merely defend it all to the end?
Or do the ends justify themselves?
I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me
Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
We're the same as far as I can see
So come on turn your back on me
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See all people in Afghanistan praying to the gods and living in the sand
Somebody's gonna have to set them free, nobody hears the call or command
But it's a long way to Harlem, and a long stretch to the king of Siam
And if you don't have a penny, why should I give a damn?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am
See all the suckers in the handout line living on scraps and they don't have a dime
Waiting for endless charity devoid of any sense of posterity
Well there's no Great Depression and there's no Great Society
And only few go to heaven, all the rest are damned and free
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am
I'm just a soft-cover version of a much harder tale
A walking resemblance of ruts in the trail
Is it possible to divide your ideas and beliefs
Ideas and beliefs
Ideas and beliefs from the people that you don't like?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am
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Smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame
In the place where no one knows me by my name
Where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
And fashion trips on tangled skein
If you need to slake that aching in your brain
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
In the shadow of the valley
Where the nights are warm
We will fear no evil
When we get things done
Tap in - into the vain
We'll road trip and raise Cain
Down on the nickel
With a flame in the rain
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
So jump in - into the frame
We're laughin' to hide the pain
It's not a riddle we're all a little, a little amazed
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
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He looked just like a zookeeper in a human zoo
So I said hey man how the hell did they get to you
Don't you know us animals need something to do
Then I flew
That's when he said
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right
So I took my mean machine to the sacramental post
Some kid had spilled his wine on the holiest host
And I said ain't it funny that machines need a ghost
He made a toast
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right
Riding to the cemetery in a righteous limousine
I plied the grim proprietor with milk and tangerines
And I said so you're short but are you brutish and mean
Then he screamed
That's when he said
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right
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Do you remember when we were young, adventure had no end?
Those were the days my friend
But I'm not talking about that at all
Do you remember when you marred my future with a sickly parasitic pall?
That was the day that the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
Friction, bonds, and gravity, all harmonic motion ceased
Life itself could not maintain from that singularity
Try to withstand a magnetic storm with no one to keep you warm
Waiting for the rest to fall, since the day that the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
Since the day that the earth stalled
On that day that the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
On that day that the earth stalled
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Hey scientist please save us from our rainy days
Because your counterpart in the magic art is manufacturing judgment day
There's a fell wind blowing out of the east
Bringing famine drought and plague
Well now at least that's what they say
Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
Well I know what's wrong and I know what's right
And I know that evil exists sure as day turns into night
When a man gets down on his knees to pray you know he'll find what he is able
But chances are he'll find it either way
Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
It fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
Oh Lord have mercy on a humble man
Lost in the wilderness without a guiding hand
Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
It fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain
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Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door
If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy “what for?”
And if revolution isn't what's in store, how can you care anymore?
It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist
You're an archetype that they can pin to the wall
When you cling to your convictions like a farm animal in its stall
Never thinking of the bigger world outside, as they take you for a ride
It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
Because passion unabated can be readily conflated with belligerence
It's a dangerous slip and a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
And the verdict won't be kind, cuz they're desperate for a viable alternative.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance!
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Out in the cold,
like a bundle of coal,
little packets of darkness,
wanting to grow,
Well there's nobody home,
and there's a wreck in the yard,
and maybe they're coming back,
if we wish really hard,
if we wish real hard now,
Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
but everyone is gonna keep on waiting,
waiting for peace,
at the end of our streets,
back behind our apartments,
in our passenger seats,
just a moment of bliss,
of it all of the ways,
but despair and oblivion,
of our precarious ways,
its ours to face now,
Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working,
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
but everyone is still right here waiting,
now I know nothing lasts forever,
so we might as well wish for a God damn fix,
of this toxic change in weather,
Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
and all of the others can barely stay in the running,
but everyone is gonna keep on waiting
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
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(Hey) angels fall down without warning
Cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves
She had a bullet proof mind and big pawn shop eyes
And nothing you could say would get to her
So don't look homeward angel from that rumble seat
I can strum twice and make it all go away
We'll tap every last drop until that beating stops
And let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun
We'll run
Because the devil in stitches only has his fun
Performing for the chosen one
We can run
She was living on the edge of a knife
His head was filled with restless ghosts
It's so easy to love a bringer of destruction
She said darling "I love you madly"
Black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window
Prayin' for a song to save her life
I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine
So let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun
We'll run
While the devil in stitches goes and has his fun
Performing for the chosen one
We can run
Wild in the street like a formal procession of love and deceit
I will carry you home like a bride from the wreckage
Here's your punch drunk cupid knocked clean out of the senses
I know he drove her out out to the brink
That's where they stood and looked down
Right then he made a decision
That's where they made a division
Declaring war on the weather
A reckless pact with forever
So come on and sing
Sing hallelujah
Right now
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Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and he bid them all to do his every deed
When he was a kid he was treated just the same so he hid his feelings from his family
Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays
Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it ate him up inside most every day
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word
So bewildered when he finally ran away
Oh, obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace
Yeah, papa and his family always on parade
Passing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays
“Get me out of here, someone's got to save the day.”
The children are reminded to do it for the daddy's sake
And happiness is ever so far, far away.
Yeah, lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
It's just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, but time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell
What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays
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Stop them from shimmering away
On blank sidewalk glittering asphalt somewhere summer days
The wrong way kids were something more than friends
Navigating a sprawl without end
Did you ever want to take bad advice
Did you ever want to go and take it twice
Do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
Right, you are my friend
So what's wrong with them
There go the wrong way kids
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
And they call them the wrong way kids
The kids today are gone away petitioning the dust
With noone to look up to because they're looking up to us
Just misfit melancholy dregs gone lost in the mall
Wanderers to nowhere at all
Did you ever want to take bad advice
Did you ever want to go and take it twice
Do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
Right, you are my friend
So what's wrong with them
There go the wrong way kids
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
And they call them the wrong way kids
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In 325, the Council devised a set of sacred testaments, transparent and wise
The truth is only ever relied on that which we agree and abide
At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light
In old Tennessee, the last century
All scopes were fixed on legal tricks and whether or not we should teach kids natural philosophy, despite uncomfortable verity
At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.
There's a beacon that shines in the night, a dark pitch though it may be
And the halcyon fields of opportunity turn out to be consensual and arbitrary
Today on my ride I witnessed a guy complaining about how a so-and-so had lied
No longer will the market decide what the government should provide
At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light
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Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay
As your mind, left behind, lost another day
But finally there's someone to believe
Anti-social boredom is all the rage but the time comes when you gotta turn the page
And then finally there's someone to believe
And now you walk with confidence and ease
And there's no call to sell your soul or confess or drop down to your knees
Who, what, or where made you change your mind?
Doesn't matter anymore ‘cuz you've seen a sign
And now finally there's someone to believe
Searching for the answer's a lonely quest but the act is liable to bring out your best
And then finally there's someone to believe
And now you have a purpose to proceed
And you find out the baggage that you discarded, you didn't even need
No one can deny a return to form irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn
But then finally there's someone to believe
Ready to emerge and direct your fate as the self-determination radiates because finally there's someone to believe
And now you walk with confidence and ease
And it feels like the spring equinox after a long winter's sleep
Finally, there's someone to believe
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As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we're smarter than, or what we're meant to be
Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise
But the truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends
Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies
The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame
And it's no... it's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
So now the day races from the twilight
How the fields are enveloped by the shade
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon
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Well let me bend your ear
Because I'm never really there
When shadows turns to light
And hope into despair
There was an only one
But the broody skies above
Brought down a shameful stain
And not a single drop of cleaning rain
Let me say
(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Well in this world of things
One of them is lost
I've been it in my dreams
But not without a cost
Down a lonely street
It was our destiny to meet
Nobody asked you twice
We found purchase then with no requite (nothing nice)
(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Would you believe in something good that's so wrong
And have you worshiped our invention
Well I've paid my debt in coin and sweat with trifling hesitation
Because the road to you is paved with good intentions
(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
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I've been searching for so long
Now the search party is gone
Won't somebody tell me what the hell went wrong
We started out so strong
I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me
Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
We're the same as far as I can see
So come on turn your back on me
If I could I would stand outside myself
And pretend that I was looking back at somebody else
If I could do it again would I merely defend it all to the end?
Or do the ends justify themselves?
I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me
Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
We're the same as far as I can see
So come on turn your back on me
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See all people in Afghanistan praying to the gods and living in the sand
Somebody's gonna have to set them free, nobody hears the call or command
But it's a long way to Harlem, and a long stretch to the king of Siam
And if you don't have a penny, why should I give a damn?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am
See all the suckers in the handout line living on scraps and they don't have a dime
Waiting for endless charity devoid of any sense of posterity
Well there's no Great Depression and there's no Great Society
And only few go to heaven, all the rest are damned and free
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am
I'm just a soft-cover version of a much harder tale
A walking resemblance of ruts in the trail
Is it possible to divide your ideas and beliefs
Ideas and beliefs
Ideas and beliefs from the people that you don't like?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am
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Smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame
In the place where no one knows me by my name
Where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
And fashion trips on tangled skein
If you need to slake that aching in your brain
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
In the shadow of the valley
Where the nights are warm
We will fear no evil
When we get things done
Tap in - into the vain
We'll road trip and raise Cain
Down on the nickel
With a flame in the rain
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
So jump in - into the frame
We're laughin' to hide the pain
It's not a riddle we're all a little, a little amazed
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
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He looked just like a zookeeper in a human zoo
So I said hey man how the hell did they get to you
Don't you know us animals need something to do
Then I flew
That's when he said
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right
So I took my mean machine to the sacramental post
Some kid had spilled his wine on the holiest host
And I said ain't it funny that machines need a ghost
He made a toast
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right
Riding to the cemetery in a righteous limousine
I plied the grim proprietor with milk and tangerines
And I said so you're short but are you brutish and mean
Then he screamed
That's when he said
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right
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