You have a winning way, so keep it, your future
You are an angel heading for a land of sunshine
And fortune is smiling upon you

Prepare for a series of comfortable miracles 
From fasting to feasting 
And life to you is a dashing, bold adventure 
So sing and rejoice, and sing and rejoice
And look for the dream that keeps coming back, your future
Pat yourself on the back and give yourself a handshake
Cuz everything is not yet lost...

Does life seem worthwhile to you?  (rep. Once)
Here's how to order!

(yes, uuh uuh, and now for next question): 
Does emotional music have quite an effect on you?
Do you feel sometimes that heat is against you
Sing and rejoice, and sing and rejoice
(yes, that's interesting, 
but tell me do you often sing or whisper just for fun?)
Do you feel sometimes that heat is against you
I - I can help - I can help you - I can help you help yourself!

Does life seem worthwhile to you?  (rep. Once)
Here's how to order!

Varicose
Comatose
Senile
				

Pour shame all over us harden into a crust 
Cement
Forget the glamour and mumble a jackhammer
Under your breath
Hide your face in the curtains
Better unsaid, so close
And it rolls off the tongue almost

The world expects the pose perfectly natural
Loosen up
Smearing wet concrete and swearing you'll never be
Caught
At your weakest, etched in stone
And we're frozen here, peeking
Almost, sweet talk, caffeine

Make contact
Up to my neck
I confess in quicksand

"but it's so easy for you"
"there's always one thing"
"do you have something to tell me?"
"say something"
"anything"

I'm warning you, I'm warning you, I'm fucking you, I'm warning you

"relax"
"it's just a phase"
"you'll grow out of it"

Believe anything anyone ever tells you
It's not funny anymore
It's thing you hate the mostThe thing you hate the most
The thing you hate almost
				

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
I'm thirty-something

Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

It's a midlife crisis...

What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion

Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two

It's a midlife crisis... 

You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two…
				

Backside melts into the sofa
My world, my tv, and my food
Besides listening to my belly gurgle
Ain't much else to doYeah, I sweat a lot
Pants fall down every time I bend over
And my feet itch
Yeah - I married a scarecrow

I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'

Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes
Nobody speaks english anymore
Would anyone tell me if I was gettin' stupider?

I hate you
Talkin' to myself
You don't feel it after awhile
You take the beating

I'm a swingin' guy
Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod
And swing
Toss me inside a hefty
And put me in the ground

A drink needs me
I don't
I ain't about to guzzle no tears
So kiss my ass
Newscasters, cockroaches, and desserts

I hate you
Talkin' to myself
Everybody's starin' at me
I'm only bleedin'

Where are the kids? I don't know
Maybepregnantorondrugsoronwelfareontopoftheworlddontthehonorroll
onparoleonthedodgersonthebackofmilkcartonsonstakesinthemiddleof
cornfieldsoncoversoffuturehistorybooksonoldlady'smantleswalkin'
onwaternailedoncrosses
I think it's time I had a talk with my kids
I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me
You ain't never gonna amount to nothin'
				

Drought makes the workers dream
Muscles and fields of green
Shovel the last few crumbs of generosity
Open hearts, open mind, open mouth, open vein, drain
Someday the rains will come
My blistered hands tell me
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

Bite, bite, bite, cry

Smaller and smaller and smaller
I'll keep coming back
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Squash me
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the charity
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the topsoil
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Under the fingernail
Smaller and smaller and smaller
Then small becomes all becomes all...

Bite, bite, bite, cry

It's not a mirage…
Drain, drain

Bite, bite, bite, cry

Shovel the last few crumbs of generosity

Smaller and smaller and smaller...
				

Things worked out better than we had planned
Capital from boy, woman and man
We were like ink and paper
Numbers on a calculator
Knew arithmetic so well
Working overtimeCompleted what was assigned
We had to multiply ourselves

A bouncing little baby
A shiny copper penny

And he spent himself
Would not listen to us
But when he lost his appetite
He lost his weight in friends

Baby became a fat nickel so fast
Then came puberty
Exponentially
Soon our boy became a million

People loved him so
And helped him to grow
Everyone knew the thing that was best
Of course, he must invest

A penny won't do, no  (rep. 3 times)

But he made us proud
He made us rich
And how were we to know
He's counterfeit

Now everything's ruined  (rep. 7 times)
				

The crowd roars
It's deep and so unhealthy
The rest you know
I'll feel the hands that felt me

Cold hands
Your hands
Cover my mouth
While I'm staring into bright lights

Applause, applause, applause, applause  (rep. Once)

The crowd roars
(--- unknown line ---)
The rest you know
Ten lovers violating

Cured, discharged
Reach back inside

Knuckle white
Ruffle white

The crowd roars
They ruined and repaired me
The rest you know
The hands removed the bad thing

Miracle
				

Return to my own vomit like a dog
Rhymes and giggles muffle the dialogue
Carve my initials in a tree, I will never leave
Maybe one day I'll be royalty

Kingdom
Kindergarten
Born late
Will I graduate?

Drinking fountains are shorter than they used to be
The swings on the playground don't even fit me anymore
Folklore: nobody's supposed to believe in the next grade
Write it a hundred times

Kingdom
Kindergarten
Waiting
Bell's not ringing

Held back again

Everything got quiet suddenly; no dolby and the theatre is empty
Film is flapping on the side of the projector
The reel is over
Banished with my sticky shoes and stinging eyes
I'm walking outside

Kingdom
Kindergarten
Born lateWill I graduate?

Write it a hundred times  (rep. Once)

Held back again  (rep. Once)
				

I started this
It's all for me what's yours is mine and mine is mine that's plain to see
So give it up
I've got to have
I swallow, i swallow, i swallow, i swallow

Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e  (rep. Once)

What someone else
Would leave behind and spit it out, let go to waste I claim as mine
You're my flavour of the week
I swallow, i swallow, i swallow, i swallow

Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e  (rep. Once)

I swallow, i swallow

Aggressive, aggressive

Tall and reckless
Ugly seed reach down my throat you filthy bird that's all i need
The empty pit
I've got to feed to prove i'm fit a healthy man i've got to be
Malnutrition, 
My submission you're the master and i take it on my knees
Ejaculation
Tribulation
I swallow, i swallow, i swallow, i swallow

Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e  (rep. Once)

Go, fight, go, fight, go, fight, go, fight, win
				

A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance

A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut

A cracking portrait
The fondling of trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?

A sore winner
And I'll just keep my mouth shut

It shouldn't bother me, no
It shouldn't bother me, no
But it does

The small victories
The cankers and medallions
(--- unknown line ---)
They keep me thinking that someday

I might beat you
But I'll just keep my mouth shut

It shouldn't bother me, no
It shouldn't bother me, no
But it, but it does

It shouldn't bother me, no  (rep. 3 times)

If I speak at one constant volume at one constant pitch at one constant 
rhythm right into your ear, 
You still won't hear…
				

Sink the eight ball
Buy the lady a drink
And nobody knows my name
Bodies float up
From the bottom of the river
Like bubbles in fine champagne

He's the one, no doubt
Walkin' on a tightrope
He's the one, no doubt

Got a gash on my head
And a grin on my face
And a shadow called danger
Hidin' in the sheets
And on the streets
In the heart of every stranger

Here he comes, look out
We're dependin' on you
Here he comes, look out

Sweat on the brow
And a tap on the phone
And lives are on the line
Pick up the briefcase
On a high speed chase
Breathin' by the roll of the dice

Reachin' up to the top
Teach the world a lesson
Reachin' up to the top

"in regards to my usage of the drug...
It modified my personality
To the extent that I was highly irritable."
"I was like a crack hitler"

Keep up the fight
And in the wink of an eye
Never give up
Ooh… ahh... Look out
				

They will sum it all up in a sentence
A verdict made by those who know
I'm ready to make a commitment
I'm willing to make love to concrete

Smiles, bruises
Smiles, bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress 
And they are making me itch
My time is spilt milk

My skin is a layer of soot
I'm spending my days scrubbing
I'm trying so hard to act like nothing happened 
(no one left to blame)
I'm trying so hard to find that fresh, clean smell 
(no one left to blame)

Smiles, bruises
Smiles, bruises
Bars in the womb
I hide the dirty minutes under my dirty mattress 
And they are making me itch
My time is spilt milk

Cruel world sleeps above me
Mounting and teasing

I am what I do
I am what I've done
And I'm sorry, sorry, sorry…
				

John Barry's song

[Instrumental]
				

The commodors's song

Know it sounds funny, but I just can't qtand the pain
Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me, girl, you know I done all I can
You see I beg, stole, and I borrowed

That's why I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning

I wanna be high
So high
I wanna be free to know the things I do alright
I wanna be free
Just me

That's why I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning