1.If Nobody Moves Nobody Will Get Hurt (The Extinction)
No search party came,
so my nails grew in sharpened.
They kicked out my cane.
It was like I never happened.
Who will look after me
when I'm cursed just like a Kennedy？
As with billboards consume,
as with slogans on sweatshirts.
If Nobody Moves, nobody will get hurt.
Our chest puffs proudly;
oh, sin the almightly must feel!
It's getting closer. It's getting closer, closer everyday.
Committees were formed.
We saved face. We stayed calm.
We drilled our air holes,
cashed in our saving bonds.
We licked every nine volt that's inside our fire alarms.
When your work here is done
＆ fingers are callused,
gather hair in a tail, let sun hit your iris.
We're enemy in meet,
accepting complete,
the infidelity of the body.
It's getting closer. It's right around the corner.
Something is coming for me.
It's getting closer. It's getting closer to me.
Do you want this？
You can have this.
If it's something you need,
then stretch out your skeletons ＆ grab it.
Just grab it!
We won't go in style, we'll go out in one piece.
Oh, honest to god, he got rid of us easy.
Our limbering bodies that we have to feed,
put to bed, take to the bathroom.
It's getting closer it's right around the corner.
Something is coming for me.
It's getting closer. It's getting closer to me.
We'll spit shine our shoes,
＆ push down our cowlicks,
＆ tailor our suits,
＆ suck in our stomachs,
Try to ignore that we're all aboard the titanic.
We'll keep making plans.
We gather, we're grooming.
We laugh ＆ you think you feel as you know me,
but know from the start
that's you're flying with Amelia Earhart.
It's getting closer. It's getting closer, ＆ closer everyday.
YEAH!
Yeah, it's easier for me
to just plain believe
we are not softened up by the morons.
Try to ignore that you'll all aboard the Titanic.
Try to ignore that you'll all aboard the Titanic.
2.Im Going To Heaven With Or Without You (The Forest Fire)
On the day Chicago locked its doors for good
Our headless chickens pushed and pecked along their Southbound
route
To cluck the atrocity, their beaks are posturing
At and old vampire; the forest fire
Any day our windy city's gonna blow it out for you
I'll keep a horseshoe on my step, I'll keep a cross around my
neck
While draping garlic above our bed
All good luck, amulets and aids will dab your forehead, keep you
safe
From the forest fire rage
Our fine crystal will cling, we'll drink to anything
If it keeps the highways moving, keeps commuting smooth for you
I'm drawing a bloodbath with or without you
On the day the fire nibbled your neighborhood
We guard our brimstone as if it was gravestone
While the blaze was blown loose, our cottage knees shaking
The flames were giggling with the embers beaming, its chest its
beating
That little house we made gets gobbled up by flames
I'll mash my foot down on the gas of any black cat that cross my
path
Than to risk it and lay it in my lap
We keep our umbrellas down here, we toss the salt behind our
ears
The good looks weren't worth the seven years
With tightly coiled springs that snap for anything
We're gonna keep a lighter to it, even while it burns for you
I'm going to heaven with or without you
I'll keep a horseshoe on my step, I'll keep a cross around my
neck
Draping garlic above our bed
All ladder legs we walk around, no burning flags will touch the
ground
The same one that our cracks we found, and I swear to God...
I'll bury a bible in these halls, I'll bury a black cat between
the walls
Good luck, Godspeed, God damn you all
God damn you all
3.The Common Cold (The Epidemic)
I am a hacking cough
That tickle in your throat
I'm an unmade bed in Mexico
You will catch my cough, you will catch my cold
Hey, no one needs to know
Just put me in your mouth
No snail trails have blackened
It's like it never happened
I won't be henpecked
There's still so many left to infect
I've done so many bad things
I never seem to get clean
No pecking order please
I've done too many bad things
Come get it help yourself
Come see it for yourself
We're raising glasses high, dirty as all hell
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So would you drink after me？
I've been a good boy, I'm squeaky clean
A pretty please in the motel and it's snails without shells
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So don't be so alarmed
You're being harvested and farmed
Every time I continue to breathe
You wipe your nose on my sleeve
Every time I don't drive off a cliff
Every time I don't chop off my lips
You'll be taken to swallowing pennies
For the apocalypse that's surely coming
Come get it, help yourself
Come see it for yourself
We're shaking rubber gloves up to the shelves in hell
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So would you sleep where I sleep？
Here with the bed bugs and bad beliefs
I don't mean to make it seem
Like we're salmon upstream
But are you afraid of me？
4.The Laying Of Hands (The Mass Hysteria)
The laying of hands, the speaking in tongues
All invading properties
Insipid entering entities
I command you to leave this body
The casting of cane, the expelling of seed
Disinfecting our meat with the gnashing of teeth
I command you outside under our feet
With the laying of hands, and the speakings in tongues
All invading micro-means
Excising all of you out of me
I command you to leave this body
5.Your Money Or Your Life (The Comet)
Calling all vampire bats
Unhook your mitts from the meals
Calling all circling sharks
All roads will lead to the seals
I'll bet all the bumbling bees
Turn against their keepers and sting
All the honey that's running is blood due
The smoke's a joke I keep playing on you
No one's gonna save you
No one's gonna save you
No one's gonna save you
Your money or your life
Your money or your life
Summon the chess pieces up
Growing ill of being picked up
By a loon assuming it suits you
Like your false teeth they're going with you
Like all the millions of fat, hateful children
Reduced to tubes with holes at the endings
I don't need you to love my soul
I need you to love my body, you know
No one's gonna save you
No one's gonna save you
No one's gonna save you
Your money or your life
Your money or your life
Oh my dear just meet me here
When the comet hits our atmosphere
Like burning circus tents signal our ascent
We visualize what we hope appears
Are you with me？ Are you with me？
Will you follow through？
'Cause dare I force my awkward body right on top of you？
Onto you
No one's gonna save you
No one's gonna save you
No one's gonna save you
Your money or your life
Your money or your life
All neutrons inside electrons
All electrons inside the protons
All the protons inside the atoms
All the atoms inside the ions
All the ions make up the tiny
Every blood cell in my body
My body lumbers the planet
In a universe that is expanding
Outside the fear I can't fathom
We're inside another atom
I'm part of the sun, I married the moon
My brother the comet
6.What Should We Do With Your Body (The Lightning)
Will you bleed and dress me where I'm found？
Black with blood and conduction we sniff dry ground
I'm a lightning bolt like a toy that chokes
Open hands will open throats
I'm a single flashing curse that finds you in the universe
Oh, the views you see over cross danglings
What should we do with your body？
Oh, the view you see will be astounding
All of the beautiful bodies
There will be family pets roaming our streets
They belly up to the scent of the hospitals
And of the rotting meat
I'm a lightning strike that will circle the sky
You will swallow your teeth
Your wool smells brown with burn
All shepherds eat their herds
I can show you the way
The lightning rods are like fingers of God
And I'll have you pictured in my head
All of you butchered in your beds
I can have this arranged
The willing whore is the hand of the Lord
And I'll have you pictured in my head
All of you butchered in your beds
'Cause God is everywhere
God is everywhere
Over funeral screams and wedding dreams
What should we do with the bodies？
The sweet release, the sound of sighing
All of your beautiful bodies
To the birthing scene or suicide bombings
What should we do with the bodies？
The sweet release, the slow resigning
All of your beautiful bodies
7.This Is A Rape (The Flood)
This flood wants to rape you
Outside it resides and it smiles
Lucy, we've all come to save you
But first we'll see how loud you scream
This flood doesn't like you
He wants to be alone, but he can't be lonely
This flood soaks your curtains, you give him your certains
You give him your plans, you give him your thirties
This is a rape, this is a bankrupt robbery a grand larceny
So hands will go up, this is a stick up
Give me everything
If only we could hold this forever
The breath, the breath, the headline rising
We will scramble just to dam up the river
But knowing full well we don't be staying dry
Go home, go home
To your dismal apartment see how the flood left it
Go home, go home
Give those bovines a bedsore
'Cause that's all you're good for, you know
Now you know
Once you sandbag the walls and pray to God to defend that
You know, we all know
All the king's men can't put this back together again
My soul don't want peace or tranquility
My inner self does not require equanimity
My soul wants reservations
No, I wanna be someone who never needs reservations
In my heart I want my nose to be smaller
My incarnation wants my fingernails longer
And when it comes up to your knees
Don't hold your breath, just breathe in deep
I want to be able to say in a disassociated way
'What the fuck,' and 'Whatever'
If only we could hold this forever
The breath, the breath, the flood line rising
We'll scramble just to dam up the river
But knowing full well we won't be staying dry
Go home, go home
Keep your hands where I see them
Your wallets, your reason
Go home, go home
It's your life or your money do don't try nothing funny
You know, now you know
Once you sandbag the walls and pray God to defend that
You know, we all know
All the king's men can't put this back together again
8.The Small Of Your Back (The Blizzard)
We're the stand-ins, we're the walkthroughs
We are the understudies in the side view
We will come to you then with your hats in our hands
Can we get an amen？
We are the bodies dumped in the forest
We are the the patients at the bottom of the donor list
We know spite never sleeps so we rinse and repeat
But we never get clean
We will scream out your name in the meadow
Wander the woods like we're Hansel and Gretel
'Cause God only knows how cold it's getting
And by his design he must know we're starving
Don't curse it don't work you'll be cursed for cursing
Don't hurt it don't work you'll be hurt for hurting
'Cause now our credits are rolling, the bells they are tolling
It's getting more colder it's apropos
I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me
We're the sudden we're the random acts of what I can only call
mayhem
We're not willing to change we're not willing to try
We're the 'good enough guys'
When the ship comes in, he's gonna be there waving those
bastards in
And when the votes get count, he'll be demanding the recount
And when the checks will clear, he's gonna be the pickpocket
swatting at your rear
To the small of your back, the nape of your neck marks appear
God only knows how cold it's getting
And by his design he must know we're starving
Of course we won't help it won't help for helping
Of course it won't work we won't work for working
'Cause now our bodies we torture with hands from our suitors
Forever we're kicked up the ass by the future
I'm certain it's curtains, it's curtains for you and me
He's got the whole world in his hands
9.This Is Only A Test (The Tornado)
Hara-kiri kids come kill yourselves
Slice your throats and spurt the blood
Paint a wall cloud weather cell
A vortex of self
Put your tongue in the mouth of the old funnel cloud, adel
I have become pregnant with myself
Bloated bellies distended out like corpses sweat and swell
We fucked ourselves
We let our thighs fall to each side of the cyclone they sell
And there will be no pie graphs or charts to speak of
No slogans for the repeating
No silver bullet was shot
No hand over heart, no X marks the spot
No catchphrase for stars a feignin'
No big letter writing campaign
No fanfare fills up the room
No interviews, no big kaboom
The fruit is falling 'cause the tree is rotting, my dear
You were a good mare for the state
But you're no longer needed here
Go back to your coup
So I can chop off my head as an act of contrition for you
I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
When the shit goes down, we're gonna turn this thing around
I'll keep tying my shoes, 'cause there's no telling when you...
everybody now! We're gonna turn this thing around
I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
If it will touch down, we're gonna turn this thing around
I'll keep tying my shoes, 'cause there's no telling when you...
everybody now!!! Everybody now!!!
The whistling, winding trees, the boiling of the seas
We know what you are
The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
We know what you are, we know what you are
10.We Have Ways (The Human Condition)
Do you want to bathe in pools of blood？
Dear God oh no, not again
We will contemplate the symptoms we can't comprehend
You don't have to wait for the judgment day
Judgment will happen everyday
And fear is what will frame you, not your DNA
I don't wonder about your pyramids
And I don't ponder where Hoffa's body is
So sign your petitions and go to your meaningless marches
Proceed to the protest, set fire to drapes
There is no beauty that can be attained
When all you got's a shovel, everything will look like a grave
Ohh, are you smelling flowers and looking around for the
gardens？
Or are you smelling flowers and looking around for the coffins？
Come to the light, the light is good
There are bags of blood here waiting
The sheeps are with our wolves
Come to the light, the light seems safe, we have ways to make
you talk
Where sheeps can safely, sheeps can safely graze
Come to the light, the light is good
There is blood for breakfast lately
'Cause why not？ We're all doomed
Come to the light, the light fluoresced
We have ways to make you talk
But I am horrified that you will say it's meaningless
A cosmic joke on me
Someday this will all be yours
We are gonna get what we came for
To whistle past the graveyard
Baby clams, you thought you could have it all
But now you've had your first snoot full
And it will bury you all
Someday this will all be yours
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