Resurrect Ben Gurion Sign his release Give him the peace prize Then give him to me Make the desert bloom again Like it did once before Give me the blessing
Yeah pay attention to these Everyday miracles please What makes a bullet fly in a straight line? Why are people so unkind? Why is there pain in my heart
Can't live without the one I love Can't live with you The last person in the Tri-State Looking for the last ditch, black hole Something to do Yeah you
Dry your tears We did everything we could It's all done now Struck down in his prime Gar Wood Gar Wood Gar Wood Gar wouldn't listen He's in an airlock
Nobody does anything Wrong Nobody is a dilettante Everybody get everything Everything they want Time to change up sheets Lock change Down Down in the
Murdered at home murdered away we got murdered you and I we weren't asleep we weren't awake we didn't die I left my body it was a fake I let it go it
I'd raise welts for kreative kontrol I'd give up sex for kreative kontrol Kreative kontrol Kreative kontrol Kreative kontrol I'd drink piss for kreative
Jet propulsion Jet propelled Jet compulsion Jet compelled LAX Jet compulsion Jet compelled Hit the runway Jet propelled
Go ask the Tourist's Union Shut up, sit down Lotta talk, yeah lotta nothing to show In my town I like the painted signs Boycott the show-me state I'm
Wall Up against it Got no pull No pull with you Mine, mine alone Yeah I earned it Gonna spread it around Time Time for posture Time for placement Gonna
A thousand words in every language Light up the stars for you The size of the universe Alright! I'm never coming back Back to earth I didn't notice I
Hi-treble hi-lites hi-treble hi-lites decor, decor: pink decor, decor: pink decor, decor: pink decor: pink pink strobes pink strobes strobes strobes
You done what you could you done what you sold you done it to death ain't so salvage no distaste time is up now time pissed away c'mon find one way c
So lucky so lucky in love lovebirds you lucky kids better make haste they cannot hear you they cannot wait they love each other more than they love
We pretend and bleed fake There's nothing left for you to take Let it hurt, let us feed I don't care 'cause I don't need Now he's gone, but there he
Yeah cut 'em off me I could do this with stumps Hands off me I know I can do without Hands on the block Hands on the ground Hands in the bag 'Cause
Your minutiae Your perks Your perspective My paperwork Your system Your appeal Your records My paperwork Your labor of love My paperwork It's pretty
One look at the stats You won't look twice One look at the numbers You'll pine and die..etc.
