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I'm a Commodity
03:00
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I'm a Commodity.
I can do better.
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2. |
That Was
00:46
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That was cheap, but I was paralyzed.
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3. |
Banned From the Mall
02:29
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And now I begin to envy unfulfilled privileges of we can all agree on this next point. It's okay. I'm ashamed. It's okay. I'm a slave. It's not me you're after the wrong side of them all. Please conceal your laughter. While I'm stuck taking photographs cause it's not me you're after the wrong side of them all. And now I play a role as I understand that is all you'll let me do. I still maintain that all I did was reflect your own image back to you. If that's a painful site then it's not me you asked for the wrong side of them all. It's not me you're after the wrong side of them all. Please conceal your laughter. I only speak in sports analogies.
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4. |
Another Glib Statement:
01:28
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I got a blank stare
Cause I don't know.
I got my chest pushed out in an authoritative show.
I got an outlook.
It's shallow.
I got one, two, thirteen wins.
Then it's erection rejection.
I'm not someone you want to know.
It's been decided I'm a chode.
Glib.
It's bigger than the government.
But we were on some other shit.
It took 5% of the rubbing alcohol to smother it.
I'm not someone you want to know.
It's gingivitis. I'm a chode.
Glib.
No! I'm a chode!
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5. |
You Remind Me of a Cop
02:49
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What you're doing is a castration-- face it, you're wrong-- to the slave allowed in the house who makes the belle come in the last bastion of illiteracy where dissent's suppressed by electricity, where nobody on the internet is alone. We're the same. It's a shame. I know that you know. It's okay. You don't know. And if all is well then our love is in vane because I can't die the American way. You don't come out no more. And I'm fucked. I like you better when I'm drunk. But don't stop. You remind me of a cop. See I say hurray for pepper spray, and I only speak in sports analogies. So fuck punk. What do you know about luck? And that's rot. You remind me of a cop. Cut a piece of bacon fat off the back and thigh bone. I would lend a hand but we each must bury our own to get these bums and your majesty off your lawn. Technology giveth. It can taketh away. Burn an effigy, fuck you, have a nice day. In a new nation where the sedative's free from ubiquity, it's a pleasure to be standing eye-to-eye with credibility, trying to figure out how you're better than me when you're fucked. I like you better when I'm drunk. But don't stop. You remind me of a cop.
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6. |
Who's Coming Out?
02:59
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Who's coming out?
I broke something today.
This is reason to celebrate.
I hope it's not too late.
Who's not afraid of the curfew?
Who's coming out?
They killed the past last week.
Now it is among the living.
We dare not think or speak
Of grace of man.
Who's spontaneous?
And who relies on muscle memory?
Who hasn't caught it?
Who's contagious, and who's under quarantine?
My friends all want to know
Who's coming out?
Who's embryonic,
And who's already half asleep?
I'm still afraid to find.
The night is stillborn.
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7. |
On Top
02:23
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When I hit the scene, I will get away with murder.
Cause when I dress to kill I get away with murder.
Cause I'm a star.
Yeah, I'm a star, and you're not
Gonna hit.
What we do alone all the boys are gonna wonder.
While the girls whisper tales of my pillage and plunder.
Cause I'm a star.
Yeah, I'm a star, and you're not
Gonna hit.
It isn't about taste.
It's about power. It's about control.
The media's to blame.
They thirst for your blood and feed off your soul.
We could have had something,
But I can't see you through this bed sheet's hole.
So who cares about what could have been?
The fluorescent bathroom lights are so unkind.
I scrub and I brush, but the dirt under my nails
Is everything I own. What an excuse for a home
When this mirror's image is my only true companion.
Cause I'm a bore,
And I'm caught.
A fading echo.
The mere thought!
And you can stay, but you're not
Gonna hit.
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I cannot sleep.
I cannot breathe
If I can't reject your way.
Today I may stay inside the belly of the beast.
We're in the belly of the beast.
I can not eat anything
If I can't accept your way.
Today I may stay inside the belly of the beast.
We're in the belly of the beast.
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9. |
Race to the Bottom
02:28
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Equilibrium.
We have everything we need to have
Fun at your expense.
Ignore what not-so-subtleties suggest.
Analyze ink blot.
You are everything you say you're not.
Light the gas-drenched lot.
The apples perfume the room as they rot.
When you lose the plot,
Find character tangled in cliché.
Lonely at the top.
Race to the bottom and blame the winner.
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10. |
History Boys
02:01
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Hey! I'll bet my receding jaw no inbreeding is in my recent family history. The boys are backing down. It's boring, amore. I'm hoarding history, boys.
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11. |
Lost to Stay
02:59
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Break it off.
Accident.
Naked eye.
Watering hole.
We had a boss Tuesday.
We had a lot to say.
We're at a loss to stay.
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12. |
Tesla Coiled
02:50
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Now I want to make it stop.
Medicate the vacant lot.
Too big to take apart, so we won't.
The best among us
Make no waves.
Pigeons and the number three made Tesla's day.
He was inventive. He was brave.
Celebrate Tesla. Disgrace Edison's grave.
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13. |
The Electric Disease
02:16
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I've an electric disease.
Sorry boys I'm such a tease with my electric disease.
Me and doctor shoot the breeze bout my electric disease.
And you can break my knee caps and vertebrae.
I'll never bow down to you.
And you can cut my skin off and pull my brain.
You'll never get through to me.
And my electric disease.
Sorry mom I'm such a tease with my electric disease.
Me and doctor lost the keys to my electric disease.
And you can break my knee caps and vertebrae.
I'll never bow down to you.
And you can cut my skin off and pull my brain.
You'll never get through to me.
And my electric disease.
Sorry doc I'm such a tease with my electric disease.
Toss the ticks, eat the fleas from my electric disease.
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14. |
The Banality of Evil
02:09
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