After the Last LaughHere out past the tracks where the drunks collapse
Old suckers can score on the indigent whores.
Way after the last laugh has swollen itself shut
When all that's left are the true beer hall drunks.
The elegant whores are waiting inside
One hundred dollars can buy you no time.
The teasing diseasing the carnival crowd
All the Nations AirportsShuffling through all the nations airports
Invalids collide with terrorist scum.
Choking on the lag, the headset's spilling over.
Choking on the lag, the exiles plot.
So shovel under rugs, the ones who notice.
Channel into locks, the pilot's drunk.
The resin in his mouth just means he's hated.
The radio is tapped, the bastard's drunk.
Bones of Her HandsShe takes the bones of her hands, to tangle up the soles of her feet.
To make a loss look good on paper, 'til it's outside of our reach.
And they're coming in on runway strips to pump the rival's hatred.
And screaming out uncomfortable and falling out of favor.
And they coat the walls, too complicated,
Scrape the roads in desperation.
Distances too far to wait on,
Death in the ParkA death in the park,
A death in the dark.
I'm calling the cops.
Cops, calling all cars.
It's not the way they want it to be.
It's not the way they wanted it to be.
The freaks on the phone,
Distance Comes in DrovesRevel in the plans you make
Linger in the lull
Think about the effort saved
Distance comes in droves.
Distal burden waits on the shoulders of the great alaska.
Tundra, frozen over permanent preserves forworn disaster.
Polar tides, pulling suffocation ushered in by ancient icebergs.
FabricohFabricoh is the favorite sound around.
Watch the wholesale slaughter of the whole downtown.
Stepping off the ship in limbo. (? )
It's the spit on his chin that makes us nervous.
It sets the high price from the crowd that's gathering
Cutting off the false communication.
And we missed the registration.
Floating FriendsAll of my friends have floated away.
They clog up the valley and drift up to outer space.
It was just like the old ones,
Just like the times before
When all of my friends floated away.
They always _________ one by one.
Living in their pockets, living in their pockets.
Harnessed in SlumsToo harnessed in slums, to rock you wrap your throat.
Standing over your common ground.
Snuff the leader with the bad assed plan.
Take what you want from the palm of his hand.
We're running joke, running jokes, running dry.
Strip the color from the meat of my eye.
Lick the loser, just don't make him stick.
Hate PasteBit my lip
And it's the same thing.
Now I'm reduced to a pulp.
Your undisturbed and decorated
Decorations lie.
You're hounded by pulse
Stabbed by spit
Last WordSwallowed Bible (? )
I lost my chewing gum.
It's my mistake,
And I'm not gonna talk about it.
This is the last word I'm gonna find.
This is the first line, first line baby.
We're gonna shoot and shatter your big sound. (? )
Learo, You're a HoleTry to prove it,
Try to get there,
Try to make your act a favor.
Like a _________
________ false.
Strips you of your skin, it's heavy,
And worn, and it stains my point of view.
Nevermind the EnemyLet's raise the glass.
Let's peel the eyelids back
And toast them.
And we can watch their plans fall through.
I've found a reason to quit.
And I can stop when I want.
And I can call it off any time I want to.
One Slight Wrong MoveUnder the stairs, behind the neon lamp, the chaps are thinking.
She does not care to sit and stare, her blood eyes blinking.
She works forever, each and every day,
And she's reminded of every small mistake,
And she's descended from a local ______________
And so she walks all of her precious trails the wrong direction.
She does not talk, but rather reccommends with good intentions.
Perfect TimeThere is no perfect time too fast or slow, standard versus strong (? )
The truth be told you can't play much, can't play slow.
Forgive me I owe them this swollen joke.
Oozing from your throats that clutters and control.
Since you busted every window and knocked down every door
Cut up every alleyway and smoking every whore.
You turn a colder shoulder to the suture we kept close.
Plumb LineYou can go out and destroy,
What's already spent.
You can blame on your hat,
The faults in your head.
The more you pass through my pores
The worse it gets.
At or in,
Rental StingRental sting, the customer is king.
Waste your life, waste your life.
Little things can cost you everything.
Save your life, save your life.
Dead and white, our distance is disguised.
Mad and sad when it's my misunderstanding."
Rental sting, the customer is king.
Scenic PasturesScenic pastures, nervous from your service marked conversation.
Seen it happen, a million times before.
Why do you want me to go?
Why don't you want me to know?
Why?
Scenic pastures, nervous from before me
Scenic pastures, nervous from your service marked invitation.
Slow WormThere's a worm in your head,
Squirming over on me.
Leaves a paper thin scab
And you're laughing.
It's too crowded
With the skull cap on. (? )
When you're amplified.
South CarolinaCrawl off the faces
With my nonsense
And clog your ears with ashes
And boiled the sound to dry
It's not your fault you're not my hero
It's not your fault I can't make it clear enough
It's not your fault at all
Do do do
TatyanaDarling Tatyana
I love her dear
Once a year
I make it clear to her
So she knows
Where she lies with me
What a grand process is she to me
Underdogs of NipomoBlack and white
But the time is stricnine.
You soak it down in your rubbing alcohol.
You're saying you're underdogs,
Knowing what they don't want
And what they don't want...
Strange boy
Web in FrontStuck a pin in your backbone.
Spoke it down from there.
All I ever wanted was to be your spine.
Lost your friction and you slid for a mile.
Overdone, overdrive, overlive, override.
You're not the one who let me down,
But thanks for offering.
White Trash HeroesFrozen out of focus, the sunday crowd
Started dreaming of television turned up too loud.
And coded conversations, half baked and tired,
Left us sleepy on blacktops burning the motor mile.
And underneath the arcade, details collide
There's good shopping, but all those patrons have too much style.
And moving in slow motion the boulevard started seething
WrongYou've got it all wrong,
You can't get it right.
Why don't you come down
From off my back.
And won't you get yourself a job somewhere away from me?
'Cause I don't want you to see your face anymore.
'Cause I don't want you on my case in the morning.