Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi
the terminally insane, insane Do-do-do you realize Do-do-do you realize Do-do-do you realize This world is totally fugazi Where are the prophets, where
I am a patient boy I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait My time is like water down a drain Everybody's moving, Everybody's moving, Everybody's moving, moving
Words Words and expressions All these confessions Of where we stand How I see you And you see me Dedications of symmetry Together we will be forever
a name I recognise that name It was at the center of some ticker tape parade The lead story, A fine example A name, a name A name I recognise that
when they start falling executions will commence sides will not matter now matter makes no sense how did a difference become a disease? i'm sure you
Autonomy is a world of difference They're creeping round but they know they can't come in Back from the front with observation it's still there Across
This is a birthday pony This is a strange kind of rest Because i feel like a guest when I'm right here at home I'm not right here at home I opened
Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes To surge and refine,
There's something acting on this body Something goes in when nothing comes out And someone's acting on this information But nothing's registered from
Anytime but now Anywhere but here Anyone but me I've got to think about my own life We are consumed by society We are obsessed with variety We are
this is an instrumental.
on the morning of the first eviction they carried out the wishes of the landlord and his son furniture's out on the sidewalk next to the family that
Generation fuck you to define and redefine You'd make them all the same but molds they break away Safely inside looking outside go keep on picking at
Lights out for the cynical sharps For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks Who grease like cops throwing
Crush my calm you cassavetes I was sitting tight so quiet quiet In the dark till the lights came up my heart Beating like a riot riot Hollywood are
COMBINATION LOCK IS AN INSTRUMENTAL.
