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What does it mean? What does anything mean?
Sending out signals I see the smoke screens
What is not dirty? What is not clean?
What should we not hear? What shouldn't be seen?
Running off verbals like a runaway truck

Who censors the censor? Can I do that myself?
Make up my own mind like anyone else
Forget me, forget me not, remember me like acid drops

Mind over morals, anything banned
The zealots are marching with Bible in hand
Keyed to the roof 100 proof
Some of them hairpins, some of them clams
Desperate Susan's, desperate Dans

Who censors the censor? Can I do that myself?
Make up my own mind like anyone else
You read but missed the plot, you only see that what is not

These are clueless, living in fear
Scared of their own sex or anything clear
Still looking down proboscis crown
Vague hope and no charity, welcome to the 21st century

The hush puppy hushes, a dummy dumb struck
What is bad language? What shouldn't be heard?
Or used as a token or used as a word
What is not dirty? What is not clean?
What is not filthy? What is obscene?

Who censors the censor? Can I do that myself?
Make up my own mind like anyone else
Forget me, forget me not, remember me like acid drops

Different colors, different style
Different cultures, these blend in a while
Prejudice prods through a big picket fence
Divided we fall without a defense

The seat of easement, the privy parliament
Petticoat merchants bent on intent
There everywhere, these tricks of the trade
Some in the light, some in the shade

When the blood in your drugs turns to shale
They had you hung, drawn and quartered tooth and nail
Empty pockets making idle hands
Mugging as a job requires good plans

Luck's up, tuff stuff
Luck's up, tuff luck
Luck's up, tuff stuff
Unlucky you

And where were you when the pickings were thicker than slime
A serious problem needs to be on time
Not good enough to crawl in the dark
You idiot, getting ripped off in the park

Luck's up, tuff stuff
Luck's up, tuff luck
Luck's up, tuff stuff
Unlucky you
Unlucky you

When the drugs that you were mixing blew up in your face
Blew your brains out, put a hole in its place
You wear your luck now all over your face
Still singeing like an old fire place

Luck's up, tuff stuff
Your luck's up, tuff luck

So yet again I hear you're gonna clean up your act
But once a junkie, always and that's a fact
You've begged, stole and borrowed time far too long
See you at your funeral, I'll sing your swan song

Luck's up, tuff stuff
Luck's up, tuff luck
Your luck's up, tuff stuff
Unlucky you
Well boo hoo

Un-fucking lucky you
Boo hoo
Got rid of the stupid rubbish
Unlucky [incomprehensible]
Lucks up

Body and soul, an animal
As a sword, swing double edged
Dig deep down, that monthly frown
You have the tools, to make men fools

Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
(It's so cruel)
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel

Cleopatra, the rat catcher
Preambling eyeball shopping
Measuring, your next victim
Too good to be sin, far too entertaining

Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
(You're so cruel)
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
(So cruel)
Cruel, cruel, cruel

She said, "The most evil thing I can do
Is to give my body to you"

Silhouette, the suffragette
Behind the scenes the deadly schemes
Your best nightmare, without a prayer
From ship to shore paramour amour

Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
(So cruel)
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel

Inside our head, 22 to lead
The modern miss, with modern gifts
In the tragedy hilarity
Never sin, far too entertaining

Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
...

I can only feel and think in the language of
Clinches others have concocted for you
Pre-fabricated, pre-conception
Worn like the walls all around you, all around you

How good to walk with the caprice of God?
How good to talk with the caprice of God?
Build your ivory tower so you can scratch the sky

How now could I forget to that, you're not finished yet tonight
All that you have done, still adding up for the sum
This totem has some use, this total of abuse
Real life is never used as truth

Angry artillery on your tongue
Bows and arrows highly strung
Same shadows I can see right through
Whenever I, I picture you

How good to walk with the caprice of God?
How good to talk with the caprice of God?
An ordinary human, an ordinary mortal, an ordinary model
Build your ivory tower so you can touch the sky

Build your ivory tower so you can touch the sky
The sky, touch the sky

Build your ivory tower so you can scratch the sky

And don't hide inside the sentiment
The real test is never finished yet
Face up, collect the interest
Of all the idiots you should detest

How good to walk with the caprice of God?
How good to talk with the caprice of God?
An ordinary human, an ordinary mortal, an ordinary model

Build your ivory tower so you can screw up the sky
No ordinary mortal, no ordinary model

Some unions are based on trust, some unions are a must
Trussed up like a turkey, upside down on a turn key
You and me

Some like it on the other side
Others like to play both sides

I give I give
I give I give I give I give, big girls
I give I give
I give I give I give I give, big joys

I give I give
I give I give I give I give, big toys
I give I give
I give I give I give I give, I give I give

I'll give you gristle, you blow the whistle
Waiter service, wait for this miss
And don't you diss this, this is bliss miss
Around the world with this miss

Disgusting lewd rudeness
Secretly seductive, spontaneous combustive
Happiness a penis, I give I give I give
I give, give, give, give, give, give

I give I give
I give I give I give I give, big girls
I give I give
I give I give I give I give, big joys

I give I give
I give I give I give I give, big toys
I give I give
I give I give I give I give, I give I give

You can wear high heals in unusual places
And different situations can fit into new faces

Somebody's like to roll in a sleaze
Never mind me, just do as you please

All these implications
All these connotations
The pleasure in the leisure
Without the complications

I give I give
I give I give I give I give, big girls
I give I give
I give I give I give I give, I give I give

I give I give
I give I give I give I give, big joys
I give I give
I give I give I give I give, I give I give
I give I give I give I give

Big joys, big joys
Big girls, big joys, big toys
Big girls, big joys

I can see potential, I can see intention
With a pocket full of seeds, hope keeps me alive
I can see contention, financing situations
Maybe may never be

Drawing you in, drawing you on
Leading you in, taking you on

Love bites trivia severely
It has to be treated with respect
And taken seriously,seriously lonely
I want to belong

Drawing you in, drawing you on
Leading you in, taking you on

I want, I want, I want
I want, I want to belong
I want to belong

Nothing comes from nothing
No wisdom than the silence
Negotiable affections
Even lovers need lessons

Drawing you in, drawing you on
Leading you in, taking you on

Drawing you in, drawing you on
Leading you in, taking you on

I want to belong, I want to belong
I want to belong, I want to belong
Long, long, long
Long, long, long
...

Where can I stand in my uniform?
Cannon fodder, six foot tall
Big and brave, next to my grave
Wait patiently for the death of me

Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds
Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds

Blood and toil swim well in oil
And you and me the perfect foil
Unified units to invest
Patriots do not protest

Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds
Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds
Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds
Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds

The weight of the world on your shoulders
A brass monkey on your back
As beautiful gardenia boulders or
Dead meat hung on a rock

Bigger the man, bigger the desk
Questioning your IQ test
Are you now so easily led
And lose the brains inside your head

Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds
Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds
Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds
Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds
On a round

The weight of the world on your shoulders
Boulders on your back
Wait patiently for the death of me
Oh kiss all

Could have been a major problem
But I did not, I didn't look back
And all you dirty druggies
Chicken shit, Sad Sacks

Rewriting history
Tampering in my story
Standing in my shadow
But still so pale, so shallow

Think tank, winner takes all, loser takes blank
Think tank, burning off steam, loser takes blank

Mother Nature's kind regards
Balancing the house of cards
Assuming and consuming
Of the peg commodities

The politics of common sense
Violence as self defense
Anomalies and metaphors
The languages of lesser whores

Think tank, winner takes all, loser takes blank
Think tank, burning off steam, I'll let you dream
Dream on

I might not know much, but I know all this
Did you think I would not notice?
Dream on

Love, loves money and delights in praise
Easy money as a virtue, just watch it quickly fade
And it could have been a problem
But I did not, no, I don't look back

Think tank, winner takes all, loser takes blank
Think tank, burning off steam, loser takes blank
Think tank, winner takes all, loser takes blank
Think tank, burning off steam, I'll let you dream
Dream on

Is there a King that can do no wrong?
The crown that sings its very own song
When I play my fiddle, will I see you dance?
You crack this whip and I'll break my lance

You make me feel like an emperor
You make me feel so proud, so sure
So, so secure from the familiar
Uncommon sense is the great leveller

Best to flatter the devil, than fight him
The weak heart hidden in weaker sin
An occupation is as good as a land
In you I have a kingdom in the palm of my hand

You make me feel like an emperor
You make me feel so proud, so sure
So, so secure from the familiar
Uncommon sense is the great leveller

Emperor, we need you
An emperor
We need you

You see, even a speckle of sand
Could be dangerous in the right hand
An emperor, we need you
Yeah

Don't want to be no inflexible flake
Standing too brittle, I know that I'll break
All of them doors that I broke into
All of these doors I opened for you

I've seen too many crack at the seams
I see the wonder of all my wet dreams
Chance to put heaven back on this earth
Lift the hammer, lift the curse

You make me feel like an emperor
You make me feel so proud, so sure
So, so secure from the familiar
Uncommon sense, the great leveller
An emperor

You make me feel like an emperor
You make me feel so proud, so sure
So secure from the familiar
Uncommon sense is the great leveller
Emperor

You see, it's these little fears
That keep us in chains
Throw away every thought, flush down the drain
Sweet poetry, like an emperor

Little white lies, they hold little surprise

Good things come in threes
The places I haunt, the powers I taunt
And the little I need, I need

Where the arrogance of Presidents drive with the top down
Pop singers bite bullets and Popes kiss the ground
The most favored nations should be Atheists
Not the penny pinch manipulators of the Fundamentalists

Good things come in threes
The places I haunt, the powers I taunt
And the little I need

For everyone spotted, ten get missed
The deeper you look, the longer the list
And the CNN calling card, Red Herring Day, "No news today"
Somebody somewhere, indirectly directs them on their way
Stand up the token figure and twist whatever they say

Good things come in threes
The places I haunt, the powers I taunt
And the little I need

Good things come in threes
The places I haunt, the powers I taunt
And the little I need

Little white lies, they hold little surprise

Pin it on no one, it doesn't matter anyway
How many political despots worked for the USA?
And who controls who, down South America way
And who controls who, the modern Russian way

Death in the streets, death is a project
All in the weak, the poor, the rich, the racist
Free thought should be looked upon as the enemy
Because free thought went to jail, long ago, what a pity

The Spider's Kiss, the White House Astrologists
How many political despots worked for the CIA
The Spider's Kiss, the White House Astrologists, yeah
Fuck, it's the CIA

Good things come in threes
The places I haunt, the powers I taunt
And the little I need

Good things come in threes
The places I haunt, the powers I taunt
And the little I need

Good things come in threes
Good things come in threes
Good things come in threes
Good things come in threes
Good things come in threes

Good things come in threes
Good things come in threes
Good things come in threes
Good things come in threes
Good things come in threes