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Statues of age old stone shed tears
Theres a myriad of reason why
None of which I need to hear
What Im listening for as a natural very low frequency
Only sizmologists speak to me
Recently wheels that squeak have no sequel
Refusing to roll like predictable people
The nunery is harnessing in sexual frustration

when i sleep, there's a pair of boots at my bedside cooling down
when i dream, i'm a thunder strike in a quiet one-horse town
there is no one within a stones throw who knows my face
i'm on snow caps atop mountains before your best men wake

there is milk at the mountain-tops
that you shouldn't taste, but you gotta see
there are cracks in the mountain-side

a magazine ad featuring ruggedley handsome and raw people
saying that love is the law and that we're all equal
is really selling a scent containing a strange animal gland secretion
or a chemical frequently named as the cancer-causing agent
you can dance and be vacant
you can bitch about television with shitty stations
you think the answer is to kill my TV?
i'll blow your microwave up

i don't mind stealing pound cake
from the mouth of a poisonous brown snake
kill it, skin it, turn it into boots
when i'm finished, fancy camera shoot

click-n-clack in beautiful light refraction
every move i makes are called to action
magnificent monster initiative

i see you looking at me
across the club you're dancing
i wanna be your man but
they say i have no chance-ing
i move across the dance floor
and now you're dancing with me
i try to keep my cool but
your eyes just make me dizzy

Alright, what's up? This is Mr. Pennsylvania. Look, I-I'm real tired, I've been workin' on this book report all year. I just gotta ask you somethin', if I was babysitting you, would you bust my chops? (Would you bust my chops?)

Log Jam
Avalanche
Hurricane
Monsoon
Dog Bite
Did it bleed?

she is a banshee calling
she'll crush you while you're crawling
one look is all it will take from her
you'll burn at the stake for her
oh my sunset witch
oh my sunset witch

all the drugs in the world she's dreaming of

Prepare to double date, tolerate pain,
evade formidable foes in portable games.
I'm lookin' over the edge of a carnival ride
at the machine operator, clean cut and qualified.
Pathological tea cup jockey
half my life, racking points up at air hockey.
I emerge from a cloud of hickory smoke
to ride mechanical bulls at fictional watering holes.