1. WIPE MY ASS WITH SHOWBIZ

Live like a legend and die like an asshole.
You dance with the man, shake his hand, shine his shoes.
The revolution rock hits sound like shit through your ipod.
"Put fists up like I got, now gimme the loot."

How I tried to buy my soul back,
But the devil bent me over for it.
Got me curled up in the shower
Scratching the letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.

Fog blasts will not mask a stage act unnatural.
Those timed jumps cause merch bumps, now guests list the suits.
And past the smoke hangs the backdrop, crowd screams holy mackerel.
Verse-chorus, verse-chorus, a solo, then boom.

How I tried to buy my soul back,
But the devil bent me over for it.
Got you curled up in the shower
Scratching the letters that read:
Dear mother, I sold my soul for management.


2. 5 TO 9

This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran.
It fits me better than a smile on a dead man.
Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional rock.

I've strangled necks of ages
With the fabric of new words.
The bar withstood the raising
Which taste makers allowed.
One fire to block the exit,
Two palms to block the sound
As each bulb smashed from the ceiling
At the lighthouse.

...and with the weight of a monolith perched on a guiltless chest.
Once a witness you can't shake the thought of 15 year old dick
Ornaments on kabuki faced jocks hair sprayed up the ass.
Wide open inviting the next pop rock star asshole.

Well i won't be failed anymore
And i won't play fair anymore.
All eyes are on the lighthouse, collapsing.

I've strangled necks of ages
With the fabric of new words.
The fires were amazing.
Why would you put those out?
And what the gun was not erasing,
These bare hands snuffed right out.
When each bulb smashed from the ceiling
At the lighthouse.

You won't be failed anymore.


3. HORSE

I am just waiting in a room.
I only sleep but half the time.
I am berating onlookers now,
silently greeting pleasant eyes.

Hello.

I am just waiting in a room.
My mind will slip from time to time.
I am relaying from the roof now,
messages bouncing from the wires.

It's another day of fucking up a race horse.
Water mains will rinse off the mud.
Burn away the mark of our maker now
while we're alive.

I am just waiting in a room.
My body lets the tale unwind.
It tells how money turns the world round.
This body welcomed its demise.

It's another day of fucking up a race horse.
Water mains will rinse off the mud.
Burn away the image, pull the blinders down.
And with hope a sound will mean the end.

Our monikers are phrases uttered.
He was wakes the others.
His family is dead.

They followed a course towards hell
How we gonna save ourselves?
They followed a course towards hell
How we gonna save ourselves?
How we gonna save ourselves?

Lasix. Selenium. Thrush. Rain rot. Premarin.
Dragged by the nose, trotted out for the motorists.
Foal scours. Paralysis. Puncture site abscesses.
Sodium pentobarbitol. Euphoriants.
Glutamine. Zithromax. Cialis. Celebrex.
No one is safe 'til my horse wins again.

The bastard strangle of
This hateful world
Is a captive bolt gun.
We're disposable.

Why are we so angry?
Why are we so bored?
Why are we so angry?
We can't say no.
Not anymore.

Why are we so angry?
Why are we so bored?
Why are we so angry?
We can't say no.
Not anymore.

'Til my horse wins again.


4. DIE WHILE WE'RE YOUNG

It's been years since I sold my soul.
What a life: no advice and no guidance.
Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job
With the pumps and the mops and the tire irons.

Now us slaves break bread and go to work.
And these pigs will tread on our backs.
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves.

I had to go to class but just drove on
Through the rain and fog up Route Six past the mall.
Drank through paychecks, they don't last so long.
But Monday we're on. Please, Monday, come.

Now us slaves break bread and go to work.
And these pigs will tread on our backs.
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Can just laugh at the mania of his own nerves.
And embossed in the gold top half of his nickel-plated watch:
"Let's die while we're young."
"Let's die while we're young."
"Let's die while we're young."
While we're still young.

While us slaves break bread and go to work,
Where sick pigs will shit down our backs.
Every bastard to pass through the grinder
Our resolve is a reminder we are guts and bone.
And attached to the three ring binder,
Reminders of our old pact:
Let's die while we're young.
Let's die while we're young.
Let's die while we're young.
But now we're too old for that.


5. JAWS 3, PEOPLE 0

Let's get the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck out of here!
Let's get the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck out of here!
Let's get the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck out of here!

Don't test the captain's validity or his vulnerability.
I've seen the necks unnaturally twisted, craned to stars in the sky.
I've felt the chill upend the happiness of idiots in minutes;
They clutch their jewelry tight and say "How lucky am I!"

And like a drunk spills boons on his varsity letter,
Can we forgive a ship of fools for what they don't know better?
I guess not.
"Man I hope he'll piss himself."
Analyze this room.
Grab that mop and broom and clean it up.
Man I hope he shits himself
When the rest of the shipwrecked long drowned in their graves
Make a claim on the souls of the heartless fakes.
"Please help, my party flew away with the ocean mist.
I narrowly escaped to the roof."
But when the Night Rangers found me (dead, but for my liver)
And said "Don't tell me you love me", abhorrent and deliberate.
How we ruined the day's remains. Sinful.

A hero's humility is a foolish amenity.
Cups of coffee speed the heartbeats of the soonest to die.
I saw the first blood in the water, someone's mother or daughter.
I wait for troutman; Give me clearance for this chopper to fly.

Cause they were jumping off the backs of only sons,
Offering up light snacks of younger ones.
"Well, how fast could our legs run?"

Let's get the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck out of here!
The weak are screaming for the captain but the captain ain't here.
How we ruined the day's remains. Sinful.
The bodies splashed like paint.
To see so many scattered cockroaches running from the light.

Oh, when I saw them floating out to the river,
The cold inside my stomach was a hunger to me.
And if the devil makes a mess of all the raw meat,
Let him be.

Oh how my captain sailed it straight up the middle,
But the crooked lines are quicker when you're snorting them in.
Because if the devil's at your door you leave it open.
Let him in.


6. CAREER SUICIDE

Run, motherfucker, run.
Will you jump with me through the fire?
In these dark places
Evil hosts pad their savings, spent on younger faces.

It kills me to act surprised,
So why don't you just say no?
If you're mad at the world, no matter,
As my fake heart concedes to your fake love.

Jump, motherfucker, jump.
Will you burn with me on the pyre?
When the fires have died, you gotta lengthen your stride.
You better run, motherfucker, run.

It kills me to act surprised,
So why don't you just say no?
If you're mad at the world, no matter,
As my fake heart concedes to your fake love.


7. THESE DEAD STREETS

We went away to the mountains
To corporate restaurants,
Corporate food
Mama and papa got liquor
And gun stores
Torching this city down
I had a thought and i lost it
It was a monument, decent and pure
Took out a razor and made my own picasso
Hold me when i'm ready now

I made it far,
To the bleeding of your hearts remains:
To the point i care about your lies
When the mayor owns a pizza chain
And we're sick of moving, we decide...
I'm gonna wreck this
And like a snake sticks to its hole,
He won't come out
'Til the sun soaks up
These dead streets

On the way back from the mountains,
Stopped by the cemetery, drank to our youth
Thought of our ages and stopped it
We blame our diets on changes in mood

We made it far,
To the bleeding of your hearts remains:
To the point i care about your lies
When the mayor owns a pizza chain
And we're sick of moving, we decide...
I'm gonna wreck this
And like a snake sticks to its hole,
I won't come out
'Til the sun heats up these dead streets
And i know
We're gonna make it
Because your hearts in your intentions
You and me,
We will resurrect these dead streets
You and me,
We will resurrect these dead streets

We went away to the mountains
We only stayed for a night


8. GET MAD, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

If i could saw my way through
This solid dead grass,
Would the paradise i've found be worth my time
If i could somehow undo
Or make your soul stop the grind...
Can you count your loves in order of how they died?
Well i could too

And now i feel like sinking in
To the wall i built with these mitts
I loved it in my way,
And now i pray for its decay
The more i make plans,
The more i get depressed
It's as useless as business:
The means to our end
When it kills to look your way;
The striped noose, the number 2 fade
The classic case

I took a piss on every ocean,
So fuck the world
I made a mess,
And when the son of god is coming,
Drop the rake and stop running
Get mad, you son of a bitch

Every muscle
Is gripping tight for life
As the worm turns, out the slug slips, past our eyes
If we turn our backs,
How can we stop the knife?

If the world turns back around,
Will it notice us trying to burn down the
Last tree on the lot
Of the last drug mart?

Make me honest give me solace
Get me over the motions
Inspire the next way to go
Money plays us it recruits everybody

Join them
Join them
We'll beat them ourselves

In the end did it get to you?
In the end did it wear on your heart?
In the end did it get to you?

When the son of god is coming,
Drop the rake and start running
Get mad
Stand defiant to the mission
And the way that it was given
Get mad, you son of a bitch

Tell me why you did it
Tell me why you did it
Tell me why you did it
Tell me why you did it

In the end did it get to your heart?
I know how it feels when everything falls apart
In the end.

In the end did it get to your heart?
I know how it feels when everything falls apart
In the end.

In the end did it get to your heart?
I know how it feels when everything falls apart
In the end.

Get mad, you son of a bitch

In the end did it get to you?
In the end did it wear on your heart?


9. OUR GHOSTS (CONTEMPORARY / CONSENSUAL)

Sink traps without a catch
The last grocery bags
Stacked up in a pile
A laundry sack;
Scratched up for the automat
The cats figure that you'll
Be gone for a while

We could not block the arrows
That poisoned your heart
Betrayed from the beginning,
Now too spoiled to trust
We'd work on an ending,
But where would we start?
I won't pass my judgements
For judges to judge just
Hashing out contingents
With your ghost

The meaning-well, misguided talking
Shit committee gathers
When their tragedy ignites a fire:
Dormant, weeping, battered
And the pattern is embarrassing
It only makes me sadder
Now i finally realize it
And i wish it didn't matter at all

Don't push, don't pull
Act, enabler
Guilt pays off in full
Pay your maker
I'll be opposed to every argument,
Be ill with every lie
I'm not looking to be a hero
I'm not looking for a fight

I'm working out contingents with your ghost
Sorting through specifics with your ghost
Explaining my position to your ghost

I'm seeing double vision with our ghosts


10. COLD SLITHER II

Cobra...
Cobra...
Cobra...
Dead weight
Cobra...
Cobra...
Cobra...

The world gets dropped, left covered in rust
We'll rule it with an iron fist
Behind a drum beat again
It's all over you motherfuckers
The moral to story is shit to a rug
Two fingers up if judgement comes
And one keg stand
For satan

Weak hearted sorry fakers,
In times of danger
They just fold up and run
If you are, you are
Dead weight

Cobra...
Cobra...
Cobra...
Dead weight
Cobra...
Cobra...
Cobra...

Infection spread like iron to rust
The cure for the disease
Like chain links surrounded me
Sometimes they are

Weak hearted sorry fakers,
In times of danger
They just fold up and run
If you are, you are
Dead weight

And we might just show the world
The hopeless anger
In us
Every other day is just more time to kill we want to wake
To find the sound
In aching waves from our hearts
Nevertheless, we're just staring at a wall
Manners, missed conscience!
Where are you now
Left staring at a wall

Before that sound
Forces us to stop, drop, and run,
Hear me now
Or watch the bodies pile

Weak hearted sorry fakers,
In times of danger
They just fold up and run
If you are, you are
Dead weight

When all the monumentous
Lecherous imitations you pull off
Start wearing off
To show what you are
If you are, you are
Dead weight


11. PARDON ME, THANKS A LOT

Blood pressure is headed south
Servant becomes the master now
The greediest sons of a bitch alive
They came to bleed our city dry
Your ashes are dust to us
Born to money and fucked it up
The greediest sons of a bitch alive
Won't buy us all

Backpedaling and preaching
Like you're putting out a fire
You practice your pleasantries
While you're draped over the wire:
Pardon me, well thanks a lot

We were coming back to life
But brutus couldn't resist the knife
The greediest sons of a bitch alive
Shame on us all

But soon we will expose you
For your ignorance and lust
We'll keep our talking dirty
While we drag you through the mud
We'll vilify your slanderings
While you're under the gun

A most hideous thing, denial
Pardon me, thanks a lot
Thanks a lot


12. CHECK REQUEST DENIED

I see you again, a painful reminder
A casualty of acquaintenance,
Looking for the first fuck up
God knows you must be tired
The cross you bear, your favorite shelter
The forget me not of that loyal temper
Smell you later friends

Who's gonna pay for this shit?
Well, that depends
You're sad
That you had to miss it
But you're glad
You weren't involved

When a shock to the ribs
Or a kick to the head
Didn't open up
Your lying eyes,
Despite the anger and dissent,
With our regrets,
Your check request's denied

I stared at heaven through the gates of hell
Liked the weather, couldn't stand the smell
And still i spit out razors from my bitter eyes

Tall as a banana fence, blasting cigarettes
Dull as any hammer gets
Twice the mess
Don't trust me or my temper
When i get drunk i lie
Some dummies got the affluence to match their madness
Started off at a size eleven, moved to cohasset,
Built a dollhouse for a month and cried
They're splitting at the seams, so why am i?

I stared at heaven through the gates of hell
Liked the weather, couldn't stand the smell
And still i spill out razors from my bitter eyes

It's the blood from the rock
That you can't get enough
That razor's love for bitter me
Who's batching up the harmony?
With a smile that said i'm guilty,
I stood up:
I left heaven at the gates of hell
And i am never going back


13. WE BUILT THIS CITY! (ON DEBTS AND BOOZE)

Seeking out an honest living soul
Checking every body for a pulse
Lifting every eyelid for
A glimmer of evil left to give
Meaning to meaningless
That much i'd die for
Searching through this
Body stack for hours,
From the bottom
Pride is gone the night
We sink to the bottom
We'll never be one of them

Awake. Arise.
Eat. Work. Shit. Sleep.
Awake. Arise
Awake. Arise.
Eat. Work. Shit. Sleep.
Awake. Arise

Listen as the chorus marching
Union roars like a lion
This old man with hat in hand
Just said it:
We built this city on debts and booze

Twelve years of debt and i'll be paying it off
With blood and sweat, but it means nothing at all
I'll pay the price
'Til i die
And every jaded hero clings to his worth,
In it for paychecks, moving units and merch
But i decline
To ever be one of them

Awake. Arise.
Eat. Work. Shit. Sleep.
Awake. Arise

Listen as the chorus
Marching union roars like a lion
This old man with hat in hand
Just said it:
We built this city on debts and booze

Legs on the ottoman and head in the mosh
Sharp like an astronaut but dull as a rock
An angel's sigh:
Damn right ; we got a problem now
I'm mimicking the drum fills with my head on the wall
The voice of god comes through the morning alarm
Awake. Arise. Awake. Arise.

Wake up

I've laughed before but not so heavy as
A fire and brimstone hilarity mass
That said we'll be there for the end of it all
By cutting of the strings we used to pull
And reaching deep for thoughts and ways
To bring us back to better days

'Til king and queen pass out drunk off their power,
We'll stand in light of evil eyes forever

We'll be there for the end of it all
Awake. Arise.
Eat. Work. Shit. Sleep.
Awake. Arise
We'll be there for the end of it all

To stand in light of evil eyes, forever
Strangers, at the bottom


14. ROUTE 40 ONE SIX

Come on. The ringer got the wolf in a headlock.
The trainer took a quick shot of Russian.
In one motion, the fight called.
Above the ringing were the aches
When I woke up from this pitiful awakening.
From this bullshit. The fight called.

Come on, a generation wasted, spare us the pain
Your faceless bullshit imposes on us all,
Fans of has-beens and never-were's.
Writers riding the same old wars.
Through the motions. It's all bullshit. Fuck em all.

Well you can't take pride in what you can't inspire,
Cause we're out here on our own.
And you can't make time stop the downward wind.
Let it go.

Blame us for the next disaster to hit.
This fight was called. Let the shame set in.