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Here today, gone tomorrow Don't need my self remembered But what I help create and leave behind Is important to me To dent the comfortably numb With

Disconnected, dysfunctional Soulmates with nobody else Sing a song for the New Ice Age Greed has made us lonely Faith, Hope and Treachery Faith, Hope

I went to Blockhead Video To rent a tape of people makin' love Couldn't find no love in here "It's a family store, see here!" Settled for "Faces Of

You never know When it says you gotta go Hellfudge To them cheap motels down in Baton Rouge Hellfudge Roll down the window of the limousine Hellfudge

Lotta good that P.H.D. did me Stuck... grocery store security Cigar store Indian Fake badge authority Nothing ever happens here Hark! Camera, aisle

Six hundred sixty six, Dunkin' Donuts A twenty inch veggie pizza from Gumby's Extra jalapenos on the side And a case of Asahi Dry I wish to speak with

Sylvestre Matuschka Sylvestre Matuschka One more Buried nugget Of the dark history Of the darkest side of man Austria, 1931 Hungarian hero-World War

Lay me down on a griddle of sweat Lay me down, it's been a long day Time to unwind, time to relax Let the tension flow away My body's weary and full

Yippee tai-yai-yai-yo! Evil commie empire's gone Yippee tai-yai-yai-yay! Now we're the only one Let there be peace on Earth What ever gave you that