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17. | Girl (Octet Remix - bonus remix) |
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See me comin to town with my soul
Straight down out of the world with my fingers
Holding onto the devil I know
All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
Shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming
Don't forget to pick up what you sow
Talking trash to the garbage around you
See me kickin the door with my boots
Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
Snakes and bones in the back of your room
Handing out a confection of venom
Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
Now I see it's a comfort to you
Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
I won't give up that ghost
It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
The good in us is all we know
There's too much left to taste that's bitter
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Que' onda Jose?
Que' onda Jose?
See the vegetable man
In the vegetable van
With a horn that's honking
Like a mariachi band
In the middle of the street
People gather around
Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can
Hey wait, que onda?
TJ cowboys hang around
Sleeping in the sidewalk
With a Burger King crown
Never wake 'em up
Mas cerveza
Til the rooster crows
Vatos de gallos
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Que' onda guero?
Mondo broncos roll with crowbars
Chingling rancheros on cheap guitars
Abuelitas with plastic bags
Walking to the church with the Spanish candles
Daily burracho says 'ique putas!'
Andale, Joto, your popsicle is melting
Run better run, da doo run run
??? in the midnight sun
Guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero?
Guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero?
Rampart boys with loaded rifles
Guatemalan soccer ball instant replays
Mango ladies, vendedores
And a busstop singer
Banda macho chorus
Que' onda guero?
A donde vayas
Que' onda guero?
A donde vayas
Que ??? es ese?
Alla en la en Pico
Hey vamos a jugar futbol hay en el Griffith park
La Pico and Vermont
Hey Lacoro
Yeah now I'm going to LACC
I'm taking a ceramics class
See the vegetable man
James Joyce
Michael Bolton
Que' onda guero, where are you going?
Que' onda guero, where are you going?
Hey what's up guero?
"You doing pushups?"
No te veo guero!
El guero!
Que Pasa
Otra vero guero
I dunno I saw a puppet at Tang's
with a mullet and a popsicle.
Hey Guero
Que locura!
Chico
Hey Guero
Yeah Bro?
Hehehe, footlong?
Let's go to Cap'n Cork.
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I saw her, yea I saw her
With a black tongue tied round the roses
A fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she could hang from the sun
And point it out with the dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits in the sand
Where their bones are bleaching
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make it die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
I saw her, yea I saw her
With her hands tied back
Her rags are burnin'
Calling out from a landfilled life
Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make it die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my summer girl
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my summer girl
My summer girl
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Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Ohhh doo doo hmm
Ohhh doo doo doo doo
I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I'd drag all that I owned
Down the dirt road to find you
And my shoes, worn-out and used
They can't take me much farther
Ohhh
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
The sun burned a hole in my roof
I can't seem to fix it
And I hope rain doesn't come
Wash me down the gutter
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
She rides in a car
Like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind
Aim a line straight at mine
To a heart that is broke
Tried to feel but got choked
In the smoke of a desert
A beach with no treasure
A night that seems blue
Feed the aching in you
And the background birds
Take a flight from the earth
A bonfire burns
And the night current turns
On a lifeboat floating
Down a river of sleep
Can't see her hollow eyes
Walking along with my boots full of rocks
Can't believe these tears of mine
I give 'em to you to keep away in a box
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
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Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed like vagabonds
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm leavin'
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
My baby run to me
She lives in broken-down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shaking
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Doo doo doo doo
Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed like vagabonds
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm leavin'
Black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
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Spaceships can't tame the jungle
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been driving through a desert
Looking for a life to call our own
I push, I pull
The days go slow
Into a void
We filled with death
A noise that laughs
Falls off thier maps
All cured of pain
And doubts in your
Little brain
Something's coming, sky is purple
Dogs are hounding to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a riptide come rip us away
I push, I pull
The days go slow
Into a void
We filled with death
A noise that laughs
Falls off thier maps
All cured of pain
And doubts in your
Little brain
I push, I pull
The days go slow
Into a void
We filled with death
A noise that laughs
Falls off thier maps
All cured of pain
And doubts in your
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Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter, readjust your position
Thought control, ghostwritten confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down
Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy, rent-a-cops are watching
Make your dreams out of paper mache
Cliched wasted hate taste-tested
Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit, attention spans back
Retract, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and handclaps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breakin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code red Cola War conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in White Out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems, get your damned hands up
Hell yes now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
Please enjoy
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
I like your bass.
Your beat is nice.
Hell yes.
Hai.
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I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning
You know I'll laugh
I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes
I know what you're thinking
And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it
And when I say
"Fare thee well,
My only friend"
Oh how the days go
Oh how the days go
Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs
I'll never forget you
I'll never forget you
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Walking to the other side
With the devil trying to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
On the ashes of a cigarette
Illusions never fake their lives
Trick cards fool the eyes
Carry zeroes over 'til they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
Scarecrow's only scaring himself
I've been digging the ground
Beneath the dust and the clouds
I see miles and miles
Of junkyard piles
I wanted hope from a grave
I wanted strength from a spade
What gives you comfort now
Might be the end of your vein
Crows are pulling at my clothes
The wind got my fingers froze
Standin' all day, keepin' watch
Overall the treasures we've lost
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's to plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scaring himself
Oooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh
Scarecrow's only scaring himself
Scarecrow's only scaring himself
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I'm coming over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drownin'
All the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbing up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runnin'
With a ring and a question
And my shivering voice is singing
Through a crack in the window
Na na na na na, I better go it alone
Na na na na na, I better go it alone
Na na na na na
Down on the corner
See me standing
In a makeshift home
With a dust storm comin'
In a long black shadow
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
Down where your daddy was workin'
Comb my hair back
Strike a match on the bathroom wall
Where my number was written
Driving on the sidewalk
Lookin' back at the sky
It's burning in the rearview mirror
Na na na na na, I better go it alone
Na na na na na, I better go it alone
Na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
I'm coming over
See you down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drownin'
All the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbing up on the back fence
Pointing to the dogs standin' firm
With a ring and a question
And my ??
In a voice that was singing
Underneath the window
Na na na na na, I better go it alone
Na na na na na, I better go it alone
Na na na na na
I gotta go it alone
Don't go it alone
Doo doo doo doo
I better go it alone
Doo doo doo doo
Na na na na
Na na na na
Doo doo doo doo
Na na na na
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Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Carrying me to my burying ground
Some need diamonds, some need love
Some need cards, some need luck
Some need dollar bills lining their clothes
All I need is
All I need is
Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Taking me for my farewell ride
Some may say this might be your last farewell ride
Some may say this might be your last farewell ride
I don't see the face of kindness
And I don't hear the mission bells
I don't smell the morning roses
All I see is
All I see is
Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Two white horses in a line
Carrying me to my burying ground
Some may say this might be your last farewell ride
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Hey now girl, what's the matter with me?
We're on a back road, driving to sea
Straight as a razor, kicking up dust
Digging through ditches and falling to rust
Taking me far, far as a rental car can go
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Hey now girl, at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walking alone
Singing a death knell, clapping along
At the end of the night there's a road we'll be on
Taking me far, far as a rental car can go
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
La la la la la la music
La la la la la la music
La la la la la la music
La la la la la la music
Straight as a razor, kicking up dust
Digging through ditches and falling to rust
Taking me far, far as a rental car can go
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
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Heyyy heyyy heyyy heyyy
Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent 'til the lights went dead
And I saw my sign coming up the road
Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
Threw a Roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain
Ohh ohh oh oh
Ohh ohh oh oh
Now hold your hand up to the plow
Work the dirt til the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good Lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
A little too late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you've seen
Scarecrow's shadow on the Nazarene
Ohh ohh oh oh
Ohh ohh oh oh
Kindness will find you
When darkness is falling round your bend
Kindness will follow
Children will wander 'til the end
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get up son hit you head like a drum
weeds are all grown in vain
too much time I got too much time
living in a waste of space
take yourself don't break yourself
its all gonna be ok
get used to it don't lose your head
its all gonna be the same
she knows send a message to her
she knows get a message to her
kill it dead but don't let it die there's a price sitting on your head
face it down don't turn it around
unless you wanna be where you been
take yourself don't break yourself
its all gonna be ok
get used to it don't lose your head
its all gonna be the same
she knows send a massage to her
she knows get a massage to her
spell out her name in cigarettes and knives tryin to see her
get her a massage on a dirty window tryin to see her
I've been stripping the days off the sidewark and pavement
the walls are all white and we're painting them whiter for the zig zag manline
my radio's plastic and I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending
day job pay phone one in a trillion and the typecast heathen with the future all
rancid
something to believe
something to believe
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comin thru the barricades
cuttin the lines
the red lights goin round
like insanity sirens
the end of the galaxy
the middle of the road
where the blackout moons
cut the weather of couls
black engines grind down
teeth are raw the rubber juggernaut
rots in a shattering jaw
helter skelter bulldozers
runnin over the block
where a pawn shop clock
is ticking out like a bomb.
its a chain reaction
like a chain reactor blowing out of my arms
shoot every paranoid phantom
thats done me harm
like a desolate specter in a pummel of fists
kicking against the pricks
burning black like wicks
they spit pig iron,
tell you nothing is wrong
put a heart on a pike
sing a ressurection song
for a paralysed mind in a kerosene jar
barracuda believer with a heathen guitar
apocolyptic nostalgia tokens
dark arts sell sail for antartica oceans
its a chain reaction.
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I'll clap my hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin'
I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me
Clap hands, that's right
Clap hands, clap hands that's right
Clap hands clap-clap hands
I'll take my broken bell, and make it ring like a million churches
I'll scratch that kind of itch, down in the ditch and switch my plates out
I'll drive to San Francisco, death to disco take my shirt off
I'll swim to Mexico, don't tell the mermaids where I'm goin'
Clap hands, that's right
Clap hands, clap hands that's right
Clap hands clap-clap hands
I'll clap me hands along, and rattle on like a vagabond
I'll rip my uniform, and bend the floor to the early mornin'
I'll shake your dollar bill, and spend it all before the bombs'll kill me
I'll save my best for last and after that don't even ask me
Clap hands, that's right clap hands, clap hands that's right
clap, clap
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I saw her, yea I saw her
With a black tongue tied round the roses
A fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she could hang from the sun
And point it out with the dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits in the sand
Where their bones are bleaching
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make it die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
I saw her, yea I saw her
With her hands tied back
Her rags are burnin'
Calling out from a landfilled life
Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make it die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my summer girl
My summer girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my summer girl
My summer girl
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I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning
You know I'll laugh
I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes
I know what you're thinking
And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it
And when I say
"Fare thee well,
My only friend"
Oh how the days go
Oh how the days go
Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs
I'll never forget you
I'll never forget you
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I prayed heaven today
would bring it's hammer down on me
and pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I own
down a dirt road to find you
and my shoes worn out and used
they can't take me much furter
something always
takes the place of
missing pieces
you can take and
put together even though
you know there's something missing
the sun burned a hole in my roof
i can't seem to fix it
and i hope the rain doesn't come
and wash me down the gutter
something always
takes the place of
missing pieces
you can take and
put together even though
you know there's something missing
something always missing
always someone missing something
something always missing
always someone missing something
i can't see her hollow eyes
i'm walking along with my boots full of rocks
i can't believe these tears are mine
I'll give them to you to keep 'em in a box
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Looking for my place on assembly lines
Fake prizes rising out of the bomb holes
Skeleton boys hyped up in purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes, burn like broken equipment
Looking for shelter via juxtaposition
Thought control, those written confessions
Two dimensions, dumb your head down
Duck, don't look now, company missiles
Power is raunchy when the cops are watching
Make your dreams out of paper mache
Clinched wasted hate taste-tested
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit, attention spared
Snap back the track, collapsin' the laugh tracks
Noise response, applause and handclaps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Makin' points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare
Look for the common, not superficial
Code Red Cola? War conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives and White Out, turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems; get your damned hands up
Hell yes, now I'm moving this way, I'm doing this thing
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm turning it on, I'm working my legs
Hell yes, now I'm calling you out, I'm switching my plates
(Please enjoy)
Hell yes, now I'm cleaning the floor, my beat is correct
(Hi. Yeah, that's it
Let me see
Yea, that's it
Let me see
Yea, that's it
Hi)
Let me see, Yeah, that's it
Let me see, seriously, Yea, that's it
Yes.
Hi.
(I like your bass.
Your beat is nice.
Yeah, that's it.
Yes. Yes.)
Hell yes
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