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 I’ve got a secret, I cannot say
A modern movement to give it away
You’ve 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
Don’t tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone
Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time can’t 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 we’ve got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel
Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone
I think you already know
How far I’d go not to say
You know the art isn't gone
And I’m taking our song to the grave
Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone
Leg
of Lamb
You’re a head case with a smile
Can’t stop to make up your mind
Education is so lame (so lame)
When you bitch and you moan
You’re a loose girl, I’m a guy (hey)
You’re a truth freak with a lie
The situation is so strange
It’s a tv show (click)
In a hotel on the phone
You’re gonna leave me
I should’ve known (should have known)
And I was thinkin, it’s so sad
I didn’t want you to go
Don’t wanna follow the laws of man (yes, sir)
Bloody apron, leg of lamb
It’s so hard to win
When there’s so much to lose
Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ain’t a bad thing
This ain’t reality
Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ain’t a bad thing
Because it is natural
Second Avenue, raising Cain
I’m a sinner, ring my bell (hey man)
I’ll 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 I’ve 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
Don’t act like you know, I been here so many times
I never seen you before
But now that I have
I don’t 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?
There’s no one here
And people everywhere
You’re on your own
Let’s see if I’m 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)
I’m reclaiming their minds
Destroying everyone
There’s no one here
And people everywhere
You’re 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)
Paul’s dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
Paul’s dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
And my mind is up here on another wave
Covered in hair (hair)
She won’t grow
You’ve got a monster (distress)
In your parasol (why, yes)
You’ve got a monster (divorce)
In your parasol (of course)
You’ve got a monster (displeasure)
In your parasol (my treasure)
You’ve got a monster (your pain)
In your parasol (drives me insane)
Paul’s sister is an alien, oh well
Paul’s sister is an alien, oh well
I seen some things I thought I never saw
Covered in hair
She won’t grow
You’ve got a monster (distress)
In your parasol (why, yes)
You’ve got a monster (divorce)
In your parasol (of course)
You’ve got a monster (displeasure)
In your parasol (my treasure)
You’ve 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 don’t even know what I’m 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 let’s go
Oh, baby, baby, you’re so sweet
Ah, ah, wooo
Het leven is hard, de mensen worden bang**
I’m so old, you’re so young
I know, you know
Everybody everyone let’s go
Oh, baby, baby, you’re 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 let’s go
Oh, baby, baby, you’re so sweet
Whoooo
Ah, baby, baby, you’re so sweet
Goddamn, ah, ah, whoa!
In
the Fade
Cracks in a ceiling
Crooked pictures in the hall
Countin and breathin
I’m leaving here tomorrow
They don't know
I'd never do you any good
Laughin is easy
I would if I could
Ain’t gonna worry
Just live till you die, wanna drown
With nowhere to fall
Into the arms of someone
There’s nothing to save and I know
You live till you die
Live till you die, I know
Loosing a feelin that
I couldn’t 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
Ain’t gonna worry
Just live till you die, wanna drown
With nowhere to fall
Into the arms of someone
There’s 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) I’m 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) I’m feeling so sick
(Your life) I’m feeling so sick
On the bathroom floor (My life)
I’m feeling so sick (Your life)
No more
Yeah!
(High life, low life, high life)
(Low life, high life, low life)
(My life) I’m 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
Ain’t no use in pickin up
You know why
It’s 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
It’s all my head I know
So they tell me so
Until my head explodes
Into my head it goes
