Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time On a live wire right up off the street You and I should meet June bug skipping like a stone With the headlights pointed at the dawn We were sure wed never see an end to it all And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues And we don't know Just where our bones will rest To dust I guess Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below Double cross the vacant and the bored They're not sure just what we have in the store Morphine city slippin dues down to see That we don't even care as restless as we are We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts And poured cement, lamented and assured To the lights and towns below Faster than the speed of sound Faster than we thought wed go, beneath the sound of hope Justine never knew the rules, Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it To see that we don't care to shake these zipper blues And we don't know just where our bones will rest To dust I guess Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below The street heats the urgency of sound As you can see there's no one around

I don't believe that art is dead Not while the human heart still beats I won't believe that art is dead Not while human souls still breathe Someone has to take a stand... (SaviorSelf.07.05.98) There used to be a heart in here A part of us that cared for beauty Now beauty's dead and we're all chasing Open legs and easy lays There used to be a soul in here When words were said, they held their meaning Nowadays, words fall like rain Nothing is said and no one's listening We're all too busy chasing Heidi or Bitching about Kanye West We never take the time to notice That art is dead, and we all killed it We used to create works of passion Songs and pictures that conveyed feelings I can't believe we've fully lost that The collective human soul is nearly dead I don't believe that art is dead Not while the human heart still beats I won't believe that art is dead Not while human souls still breathe Someone has to take a stand... (SaviorSelf.07.05.98) I just don't understand this lifestyle Hennessey and banging strippers Chasing fame, there's no tomorrow Burn through cash like MC Hammer TMZ outside my door Wondering what drugs I'm on Or if I even bothered to Put on underwear today There used to be a damn good reason An artist would ever turn to drugs Nowadays, we're all just loaded At the strip club making it rain Calling women tricks and hoes Degrade ourselves acting like dogs T-Pain raps and I'll auto-tune A top 40 porno soundtrack I don't believe that art is dead Not while the human heart still beats I won't believe that art is dead Not while human souls still breathe Someone has to take a stand... (SaviorSelf.07.05.98) I don't believe that art is dead... Johnny Cash can't help me now...

Peace is overrated The population demands action So that is what we give them In the form of planes flown into buildings Tell me who's to blame The President? The CIA? Or a Middle Eastern Boogeyman Whose name we'll fill in later... It doesn't really matter Their motives are the same It's blood for oil and God above Who demands your compliance There's panic in the streets Thousands die and millions mourn As a tragedy becomes yet another battle cry Now here's a good excuse to offer up our children As a ritual sacrifice to the Gods of Revenge Look at the future, there's no future There's no future, no future No future for you

Scheiße.... Sex is a drug that you prescribe To those less worthy than I Of the hand of one most dear Of the heart I must be near But the light behind your eyes Glows only for those despised Wretched pieces of life You claim as your prize Scheiße.... This pornographic, mutilated kiss is all that's left so you know that I exist And when this kiss ends and your lips dry Know that you had the power to save my life (Oh, well, you know you got it) (Oh, well, you know you got it) Love is a precious gift I waste On a lowly whore like you Who weaves her heart-shaped lies And lies with heathen spies Why must the light in my eyes Shine upon those despised Wretched pieces of life You claim as your prize? Scheiße.... This pornographic, mutilated kiss is all that's left so you know that I exist And when this kiss ends and your lips dry Know that you had the power to save my life (Oh, well, you know you got it) (Oh, well, you know you got it)

(Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't made for that!) Homo, Heterophobic, baby Words strung together, no rhyme or reason talk about sex 'cause sex makes it sell and if it don't sell, then what the hell did you make this song for anyway? There's no damn point without radio play so auto-tune your voice away You can't sing worth shit anyway (Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't made for that!) Welcome to the Haus of GaGa Where mediocrity holds its' sway Banality is where it's at if you don't get that, then what the hell did you think you got yourself into When Timbaland came to the studio? You're not an artist, get over it You'll never go platinum that way (Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't made for that!) (Bill Hicks rants about shitty pop stars) A radio friendly unit shifter that's all we ever wanted from you A dance beat usually does well but this shit won't sell so who the hell did you make this song for anyway? Some girl you knew back in 8th grade?! We don't pay you to be an artist All you are is a media whore (Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't... Your butt ain't made for that!)

I have somewhere to hide Lost inside my mind I wait for you to find The truth so deep inside I live, I die, I breathe, I fight This time, I'll take what's mine and hide inside this little box of mine I have an alibi I have lost my mind This hate you'll find inside Is all that keeps me alive I live, I die, I breathe, I fight This time, I'll take what's mine and hide inside this little box of mine

I met you at a bar one night, we both checked out the bartender, you jealous girl You wish you had those tits and I can't blame you, but I still said you were beautiful in your own skin and I wouldn't mind being closer to you, Amy You smiled, we talked, and things got hot, But then it stopped and suddenly I got There was someone else in your life And you were second-guessing him I could think about the ways to touch you now that will leave you tingling for days and glad you met that stranger on a Saturday night But I'd rather not think much at all and get right to what we both want and desire in this moment as one No one ever has to know, what's done with us is between us You don't have to be ashamed, just close your eyes and let go I don't need to know where you came from or what you been through if you don't to talk about it now, I will never make you And if you don't want this to go beyond tonight I can understand, but just one night won't kill either of us We can drown ourselves in passion No one's watching anyhow What they don't know will never matter to them I can be your death of passion I can be your one night stand I can be your momentary I can hold you just this once

Oh, pretty baby, please distract me from my current train of thought I've spent the last 27 minutes Just figuring out how to start a conversation with you and me and everything I ought to say I'd rehearse in front of a mirror but that might make me vain Oh, I don't know I never know what to say No, I don't know I never know what to say Oh, pretty baby, this ain't a power ballad put your lighter away And I ain't Jeffery Dahmer So shove your can of Mase I'm not looking for a handout I'm just looking for some love I rehearsed these words to myself and it made me insane Oh, I don't know I never know what to say No, I don't know I never know what to say I took a few days to write you Because I wanted to be sure Of everything I was going to say Before I ever wrote it down Half of this will be a song You never know is about you The other half will be a song About someone else Oh, I don't know I never know what to say No, I don't know I never know what to say There's a billion girls in this world And every one is a song Some are written in heartbreak And some of them, out of love I'm not sure which one you will be But I'd like to find out That's the best line I could come up with Do you think it's good enough? Oh, I don't know I never know what to say No, I don't know I never know what to say

I hate every day I hate every day I'm here with out you And thinking What it'd be like if only you loved me But you will never love me I am just your friend Whatever the hell that means Whatever that's supposed to be I just hate this so much that I could scream And I hate every song I hate every song that makes me think of you Including this one, and I wrote it You'll never sing my songs You're not that big a fan But you will humor these few words At least for a moment Before you go back to your iPod's Doors playlist And I'm not sure what the hell you see in Jim He's not your type And I hate all your boyfriends I hate all your boyfriends with extreme prejudice I don't need to fucking know them They're not me Never will be And they're not good enough for you I hate every day I hate every day I'm here with out you And thinking What it'd be like if only you loved me I hate being your friend