That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, and aeroplanes and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.... Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn, world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, The ladder starts to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire in a fire, representing seven games, and a government for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed. Uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev. Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. It's time I spent some time alone...

You tell me to run like hell Damnation's comming soon I tell you I'd rather go to hell Than to put up with you You often talk of consequences never responsibilities These are standards you adhere to I'll never be as good as you You say that this is the way The only way to life I tell you if that were so We'd never have to die You often talk of consequences never responsibilities These are standards you adhere to But I'm not good enough for you 'Cause I'm gonna be who I wanna be! Just who the hell do you think you are? I'm gonna be who I wanna be!

I need an easy friend.... I need an easy friend I do, with an ear to lend I don't think you fit this shoe I do, won't you have a clue But I can't see you every night... I need an easy friend.... I'm standing in your line I do hope you have the time I do pick a number too I do keep a date with you But I can't see you every night... I need an easy friend.... I need an easy friend I do, with an ear to lend I don't think you fit this shoe I do, won't you have a clue But I can't see you every night... I need an easy friend

I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to myself at night Because I can't forget Back and forth through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message coming from my eyes Says leave it alone Don't want to hear about it Every single one's got a story to tell Everyone knows about it From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell And if I catch it coming back my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you want to hear But that's what I'll do And a feeling coming from my bones Says find me a home I'm going to Wichita Far from this opera forevermore I'm gonna work the straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding Right before the lord All the words are gonna bleed from me I'll think no more And the stains coming from my blood tell me "go back home" I'm gonna fight off (Go back home!) a Seven Nation Army (Go back home!)

(Ladyhawke) Late night, waiting by the phone Tonight waiting for an answer Heartbeat drumming double time I need one more chance to be near you Still hanging on (For what) Can't operate (Fired up) I won't eat and I won't sleep for you, yeah No rest till I (Get through) 'Cause I'm holding out (For you) Am I the only one who's insane? Hey, you're playing with my delirium And the longer I wait the harder I'm gonna fall Stop playing with my delirium 'Cause I'm outta my head and outta my self-control Still here in this quiet room Deep in delusion sending me over Outside watch the world go by Inside time stands still as I wonder Still hanging on (For what?) Can't operate (Fired up) I won't eat and I won't sleep for you, yeah No rest till I (Get through) 'Cause I'm holding out (For you) Am I the only one who's insane Hey, you're playing with my delirium And the longer I wait the harder I'm gonna fall Stop playing with my delirium 'Cause I'm outta my head and outta my self-control (SaviorSelf.07.05.98) savior self 7 5 9 8 i can't think straight there's no debate this is serious I'm delirious withdrawn from the drug that is your love I need my fix 'cause I can't eat and I can't sleep I can only think of you every night and day I write these songs that plead for your unending love while you're out on tour seeing this world playing sold out crowds I'm in this garage like that Weezer song where no one hears me sing this song But I'll sing all these songs for you even if you'll never listen I won't give up on this passion even if my love for you is just a delusion (Ladyhawke & SaviorSelf.07.05.98) Hey, you're playing with my delirium And the longer I wait the harder I'm gonna fall Stop playing with my delirium 'Cause I'm outta my head and outta my self-control

AWESOME KONG WILL MAKE JAPAN HER BITCH IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, YOU WILL SEE SHE WILL CRUSH ALL THE JOSHI PURORESU AND PLOW THROUGH ALL THE GAIJIN, TOO GIANT BABA WILL ROLL OVER IN HIS GRAVE WHEN GODZILLA BECOMES AWESOME KONG'S SEX SLAVE MOTHERFUCKER!!! TOKYO WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF AWESOME KONG!!! TNA WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF AWESOME KONG!!! AWESOME KONG WILL MAKE TNA HER BITCH ALL THE KNOCKOUTS WILL BOW AT HER FEET SHE WILL CRUSH ALL THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE AND MAYBE TAYLOR WILDE, TOO JEFF JARRETT WILL SIT HELPLESS AS TNA BURNS TO THE GROUND EVEN AJ STYLES WILL FALL PREY TO AWESOME KONG!!! KURT ANGLE WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF AWESOME KONG!!! VINCE McMAHON WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF AWESOME KONG!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!! AWESOME KONG WILL MAKE JAPAN HER BITCH IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, YOU WILL SEE SHE WILL CRUSH ALL THE JOSHI PURORESU AND PLOW THROUGH ALL THE GAIJIN, TOO GIANT BABA WILL ROLL OVER IN HIS GRAVE WHEN GODZILLA BECOMES AWESOME KONG'S SEX SLAVE MOTHERFUCKER!!! TOKYO WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF AWESOME KONG!!! TNA WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF AWESOME KONG!!! VINCE McMAHON WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF AWESOME KONG!!! SaviorSelf WILL FALL AT THE HANDS OF AWESOME KONG!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Mix, Rave, Repeat Always to the beat Dance little robots Don't say a word Nevermind the man behind the curtain He's only there to provide the venue Cash is a motivator I am the innovator Dance is a lifestyle They'd rather choose I'ts better than being daily abused by the sterotypical metaphysical threat of a robot future when you mix, rave, repeat Mix, Rave, Repeat Always to the beat (Always to the beat) Capitalize on the beat On the sound of the masses revolting Against their programming When the men and their money are all dead and gone And the art left behind is all of the proof that future programmers Dance-beat remixers will ever have of this place called America Rotting and bored with their so-called existance They rose up and decided that they would mix rave repeat Mix, Rave, Repeat Always to the beat So who are you now some wanna-be Kanye with a Daft Punk song as your backing track A false new messiah to be cruicified by these pop culture vultures Who cry for a new way to rave All that you need is the seed of the beat that's inside you Growing and waiting for the sun One day, you will break out to the world your voice will be heard to mix rave repeat Mix, Rave, Repeat Always to the beat (Always to the beat)

The day has come to an end The sun is over my head My polyamorous friend You got me in a mess of trouble again So... Just when you think that you're alright I'm crawling out from the inside I never heard anyone I never listened at all They've come to get me again The cloud is over my head My polyamorus friend You got me in a mess of trouble again So... Just when you think that you're alright I'm crawling out from the inside I never hurt anyone I never listen at all Just stay away from the white line I'd say your worst side's your best side I never heard anyone I never listen at all (Break) So... Just when you think that you're alright I'm crawling out from the inside I never heard anyone I never listen at all Just stay away from the white line I'd say your worst side's your best side I never heard anyone I never listen at all So... Just when you think that you're alright I'm crawling out from the inside I never heard anyone I never listen at all Just stay away from the white line I'd say your worst side's your best side I never heard anyone I never listen at all

You evil, evil monkey What do you believe? Did man evolve from monkeys Or from divinity? You teach your religion as science You want others to see That a six-day creation is science But Science does not agree You evil, evil monkey Evil, evil monkey Evil, evil monkey Deceive me, deceive me You evil, evil, monkey What is reality? Are they stories from a book or just the things you perceive? You claim your religion is science But even you must concede That faith alone is not science But merely fantasy You evil, evil monkey Evil, evil monkey Evil, evil monkey Deceive me, deceive me

They crucified Jesus Christ And somehow you think you can be a savior? They don't care They shot Martin Luther King Ignored Lennon and massacred the saints But you don't care There's just no saving Superman... They sell us war and call it peace But somehow you think they'll just change their ways Overnight? They don't give a damn to be enlightened If they did, they would have been by now By better than you There's just no saving Superman... They crucified Jesus Christ And somehow you think you can be a savior? They don't fucking care! They don't give a damn to be enlightened If they did, they would have been by now By better than you But there's no saving Superman There's just no saving Superman.

I fly like paper Blown in the wind This way and that way And back again Like a rollercoster ride that never stops Down, up, then back down again I fly like paper Every time you speak Of something I cannot forgive Forget to turn the other cheek I lose myself here when you speak I fly like paper Fly into rage I fly like paper Cutting your face I fly like paper Til I'm satisfied I fly like paper get high like planes I fly like paper Burnt off a joint In this night air I take my puff Hoping to cool down This raging engine that is my emotions I fly like paper Off on a high that you just had to crash down on I don't forgive those who trespass against I'm not as good as God I fly like paper Fly into rage I fly like paper Cutting your face I fly like paper Til I'm satisfied I fly like paper get high like planes

I will break into your thoughts With what's written on my heart I will break... Break... I'm so sick, infected with Where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, selfishness I'm so sick I'm so sick If you want more of this We can push out, sell out, die out So you'll shut up (shut up) And stay sleeping With my screaming in your itching ears I'm so sick, infected with Where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, selfishness I'm so sick I'm so sick Hear it, I'm screaming it You're heeding to it now Hear it, I'm screaming it You tremble at this sound You sink into my clothes This invasion makes me feel Worthless, hopeless, sick I'm so sick, infected with Where I live Let me live without this Empty bliss, selfishness I'm so, I'm so sick

Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do, Yeah they were all yellow, I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called yellow So then I took my turn Oh all the things I've done And it was all yellow Your skin Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn in to something beautiful D'you know you know I love you so You know I love you so I swam across I jumped across for you Oh all the things you do Cause you were all yellow I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh what a thing to do And it was all yellow Your skin Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn in to something beautiful D'you know for you i bleed myself dry For you i bleed myself dry Its true look how they shine for you look how they shine for you look how they shine for you look how they shine for you look how they shine for you look how they shine look at the stars look how they shine for you and everything that you do

I saw your name in a yearbook So I looked you up on Facebook Just to see how you have changed Since all those many years ago I see you have new last name A husband in your profile pic You look the same but just a little older I used to think the world of you back in 8th grade when we first met As Marian in the Music Man Matt was Harold Hill I was Marcellus Before I left in '96 I had a crush on you, it made me sick I'd try to meet you between classes It rarely worked, but I kept trying I used to think the world of you Sometimes I'd wonder if you only knew Just how much you affected me With so few words and a pretty smile I used to think the world of you I'm not sure why, but I still do I doubt that you would remember me Either way, I'm glad I knew you I used to think the world of you And I must sound so foolish now Confessing a school boy crush That's all it was, I know that now I looked you up, I was curious Who you are now, what became of you I hope that life has been good to you I'm just glad I knew you back when So I'll add you to my Facebook Maybe I lucked out, you remember me Maybe we could talk of anything I'd like for us to remain friends I used to think the world of you back in 8th grade when we first met As Marian in the Music Man Matt was Harold Hill I was Marcellus... I saw your name in a yearbook So I looked you up on Facebook