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Letras: Rated R

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01. Feel Good Hit Of The Summer
02. The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret
03. Leg Of Lamb
04. Auto Pilot
05. Better Living Through Chemistry
06. Monsters In The Parasol
07. Quick And To The Pointless
08. In The Fade
09. Tension Head
10. Lightning Song
11. I Think I Lost My Headache

Feel Good Hit of the Summer 

Nicotine, valium, vicodin
Marijuana, ecstasy, and alcohol

No c-c-c-c-c-cocaine 


The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret 

Well Iíve got a secret, I cannot say
A modern movement to give it away
Youíve got somethin that I understand
Hold it in tightly, call on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in I just cut you out

Whatever you do
Donít tell anyone
Whatever you do
Donít tell anyone

Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time canít erase
Out on the corner or
Locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Stuck in believe, there is a lie
Promise is promise, an eye for an eye
But weíve got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel

Whatever you do
Donít tell anyone
Whatever you do
Donít tell anyone

I think you already know
How far Iíd go not to say
You know the art isn't gone
And Iím taking our song to the grave

Whatever you do
Donít tell anyone
Whatever you do
Donít tell anyone


Leg of Lamb

Youíre a head case with a smile
Canít stop to make up your mind
Education is so lame (so lame)
When you bitch and you moan
Youíre a loose girl, Iím a guy (hey)
Youíre a truth freak with a lie
The situation is so strange
Itís a tv show (click)

In a hotel on the phone
Youíre gonna leave me
I shouldíve known (should have known)
And I was thinkin, itís so sad
I didnít want you to go
Donít wanna follow the laws of man (yes, sir)
Bloody apron, leg of lamb
Itís so hard to win
When thereís so much to lose

Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ainít a bad thing
This ainít reality
Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ainít a bad thing
Because it is natural

Second Avenue, raising Cain
Iím a sinner, ring my bell (hey man)
Iíll tell you what, I get up
If I knew I fell 


Auto Pilot

Saw you down there on the marble slab
The best trip that Iíve ever had
High up in a jet plane, pass it around
My drink's on empty, need another round

I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
High up in a jet plane with you

When we arrive in the middle of nowhere
Donít act like you know, I been here so many times
I never seen you before
But now that I have
I donít wanna see you no more

High up in a jet plane with you
High up in a jet plane with you

I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
High up in a jet plane with you

Ah-ah, auto pilot no control
Ah-ah, ahh
Ah-ah, auto pilot no control
Ah-ah, ahh

High up in a jet plane with you
High up in a jet plane with you

I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
High up in a jet plane with you


Better Living Through Chemistry

The blue pill opens your eyes
Is there a better way
A new religion prescribed
To those without the faith
The hero holding a knife
And blood is not enough
Is it too late to go back?
Is it too late to go?

Thereís no one here
And people everywhere
Youíre on your own

Letís see if Iím hearing this right
You suggest I should take
And never endings are glad
(right channel - A never-ending supply)
To carry out the dead
Your idols burn in the fire
The mob comes crawling out
(take us down and out)
Iím reclaiming their minds
Destroying everyone

Thereís no one here
And people everywhere
Youíre all alone 


Monsters in the Parasol 

The walls are closing in again, oh well
The walls are closing in again, oh well
I seen some things I thought I never saw
Covered in hair (hair)

Paulís dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
Paulís dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
And my mind is up here on another wave
Covered in hair (hair)

She wonít grow

Youíve got a monster (distress)
In your parasol (why, yes)
Youíve got a monster (divorce)
In your parasol (of course)
Youíve got a monster (displeasure)
In your parasol (my treasure)
Youíve got a monster (your pain)
In your parasol (drives me insane)

Paulís sister is an alien, oh well
Paulís sister is an alien, oh well
I seen some things I thought I never saw
Covered in hair
She wonít grow

Youíve got a monster (distress)
In your parasol (why, yes)
Youíve got a monster (divorce)
In your parasol (of course)
Youíve got a monster (displeasure)
In your parasol (my treasure)
Youíve got a hole (your pain)
In you I never saw (drives me insane)
In your parasol, in your parasol (insane)


Quick and to the Pointless 

spoken: I donít even know what Iím doing here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Little girl walking down the street
Godverdomme*, you gotta be with me
Well I know, you know
Everybody everyone letís go

Oh, baby, baby, youíre so sweet
Ah, ah, wooo

Het leven is hard, de mensen worden bang**
Iím so old, youíre so young
I know, you know
Everybody everyone letís go

Oh, baby, baby, youíre so sweet
Goddamn, ah, ah, whoa

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ik denk van ja, maar nee***
Little girl, listen what I say
You know, I know
Everybody everyone letís go
Oh, baby, baby, youíre so sweet
Whoooo
Ah, baby, baby, youíre so sweet
Goddamn, ah, ah, whoa!


In the Fade 

Cracks in a ceiling
Crooked pictures in the hall
Countin and breathin
Iím leaving here tomorrow
They don't know
I'd never do you any good
Laughin is easy
I would if I could

Ainít gonna worry
Just live till you die, wanna drown
With nowhere to fall
Into the arms of someone
Thereís nothing to save and I know
You live till you die

Live till you die, I know

Loosing a feelin that
I couldnít give away
Countin and breathin
Disappearin in the fade
They don't know
I'd never do you any good
Stoppin and stayin
I would if I could

Ainít gonna worry
Just live till you die, wanna drown
With nowhere to fall
Into the arms of someone
Thereís nothing to save I know
You live till you die

Live till you die, I know

Feel Good Hit of the Summer reprise:
Nicotine, valium, vicodin, marijuana
Ecstasy, and alcohol 


Tension Head 

Everyday I wake up feeling this way
I take it downtown
With all the action going down
Stike your match, strike your match
Cook it up

(My life) Iím feeling so sick
(Your life) I feel so fucking sick (My life)
(Your life) On the bathroom floor
Try to get out and get right
Hustling little girls
Cheating little boys
Yeah

Gotta get out
Gotta get out and get right
Gotta get out
I gotta get out no more
No more, no more

(My life) Iím feeling so sick
(Your life) Iím feeling so sick
On the bathroom floor (My life)
Iím feeling so sick (Your life)
No more
Yeah!

(High life, low life, high life)
(Low life, high life, low life)

(My life) Iím feeling so sick
(Your life) I feel so sick
No more 


Lightning Song 

[Instrumental]


I Think I Lost My Headache 

You know why
They called and just let it ring
No reply
The door is open I swear
Ainít no use in pickin up
You know why

Itís all my head I know
So they tell me so
Until my head explodes
Into my head it goes

Tastes so good
Oh, but I knew it would
Tastes so good
Burn like a match house
Medicate just to make you soft
Love is blind
Catch and release me
What the hell were they thinking of
You know why

Itís all my head I know
So they tell me so
Until my head explodes
Into my head it goes