Lyrics

INS

I cannot answer you in all honesty
Would I feel sorry if you fell because of me
Would I feel anything if you fell in front of me

Know this my love
I don't feel real in a sense you do

Would you feel sorry if I fell because of you
Would you feel anything if I fell in front of you

12 Second Window

Acknowledge failure
The 12 second window
Closes

Soldier onwards
Ensure the smoke
Will never clear

Close the open doors behind you
No one
Will know
They were ever ajar

You walk out
Slightly downtrodden
Your pockets
Lined
With platinum

While history debates you
You fly off
With seventy virgins

There is power power wonderworking power
In the blood
OF THE THREE THOUSAND LAMBS

7 Years

7 years 7 years
One would think
There would be more

Coke
Fly ash

No better world
No better way
Just the one
That is today

Youth and anger
Repression and age

Clinging fast to the rug
Vodka gets out blood
7 years was enough
To've spun your wheels was enough

30 Years

So this is what you're doing
This is what you choose
Everyday you punch in
Is everyday you lose

Take the money
Spend it on gasoline
Take the money
Spend it on booze
Take the money
Send it to Africa
Take the money
Buy some new shoes

And you say... thirty years
And you say... thirty more

Cry me a river
Because you can't find love
Cry me an ocean
You think you don't get fucked?

Take your bike
Climb up the stairs
Hang yourself
Upside down by the short hairs
Take the money
Or save every dime
Save the world
One sperm at a time

And you say... thirty years
And you say... thirty more

You're shaking hard now
You're shaking violently
But nobody notices
Not a soul to see

OH POOR POOR YOU
OH SAD SAD YOU

Peanut

Who wants to be
At the back of a sinking ship
Screaming 'I told you so!'

Wouldn't you rather be
In the peanut gallery
Joining in the chorus
'We gave it our best shot'
We sink or swim together

LS

Sing to me
Of your brushes
With death's ugly head
Sing to me
Take the edge off
The rest of the day

Stay with me
One last time
Stay with me
While I still feel this way

Sickness seems
Bring the warmth straight
To my frigid arms
Sympathy sustains hiding
Of my blackened heart

If I awake
To find you
Still breathing
Then I'll know
I have another day
If you awake
To find me
Still breathing
Then you might just have
To kill me

But how much longer do you have
How much longer do we have
How much longer can I stand

The Moldova Defense

I don't have to see them
I don't have to know where they've been
I don't have to like them
I don't have to beat them myself

They come through the wires
Millions of miles
Come through the channels
From Moldova
Through Tanzania
Seasoned in the indies
Sold back into slavery

Am I complicit?
Am I responsible?
Make purchase discreetly!
Are you wanting lapdance now?

I don't have to see them
I don't have to buy them a drink
I don't have to need them
I don't have to tell them they're pretty

They come through the wires
Millions of miles
Come through the channels
From Moldova
Through California
Seasoned in the indies
Sold back into slavery

Am I complicit?
Am I responsible?
Do I need a Pepsi?
Do I need some McDonald's?