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Head Automatica Album


Decadence (08/17/2004)
08/17/2004
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I drove a tank in on the left
I hid a rifle on the right
When she said "I see a tunnel
And at the end I see a light"
I see fire on the water
On the right bank and the left
And she smiles when she wears the iron curtain as a dress

I said come on
Come on
You're tellin me to see the truth even with my eyes sewn up
Come on
You're tellin me to tell the truth even with my mouth sewn shut

I see a preacher with a secret
And he dare not make a sound
I see the smoke and fire
And the market burning down
I see a tulip on the grave
Of a lover who confessed
I'm a soldier and a poet
But I'm a dancer at best

I said come on
Come on
You're tellin me to see the truth even with my eyes sewn up
Come on
You're tellin me to tell the truth even with my mouth sewn shut
I said come on
You're tellin me to see the truth even with my eyes sewn up
Come on
You're tellin me to tell the truth even with my mouth sewn shut

Yes baby yes
I'm burnin houses baby
I'm burnin bridges baby
Yes baby yes
I'm burnin houses baby
I'm burnin bridges baby

I drove a tank in on the left
I hid a rifle on the right
When she said "I see a tunnel
And at the end I see a light"
I see fire on the water
On the right bank and the left
And she smiles when she wears the iron curtain as a dress

I said come on
Come on
You're tellin me to see the truth even with my eyes sewn up
Come on
You're tellin me to tell the truth even with my mouth sewn shut
I said come on
You're tellin me to see the truth even with my eyes sewn up
Come on
You're tellin me to tell the truth even with my mouth sewn shut

. . .



You strangle people with a piercing stare,
I can't believe I made it,
The way you operate is so severe, so severe,
I hate it,
You strangle people with a sneering grin,
I can't believe I made,
Brooklyn is burning down the discotheque, discotheque
Lets shake it,
I feel the fire tonight,
I hear, I hear the people cry,
I see the people now,
I got I got what the people want,
You send a message in the atmosphere and everyone starts running,
The way you operate is so severe, so severe,
I hate it,
You send a message in your beady stare and everyone starts running,
Brooklyn is burning and by your side, by your side, we're dancing

. . .



(Beating Heart Baby)
Baby is this love for real?
(Beating Heart Baby)
Let me in your arms to feel
(Beating Heart Baby)
The beating of your heart, baby
(Beating Heart Baby)
The beating of you heart, baby

You, you want nothing to do with me [x2]
I, I don't know what to do with you
Cuz you don't know what you do to me

[Chorus:]
Baby is this love for real?
Let me in your arms to feel
The beating heart baby
The beating of your heart, baby
[repeat]

Girl, you really got your hold on me [x2]
Girl, you gotta get away from me
'Cause you want nothing to do with me

[Chorus (x2)]

In spite of you
Even out of view
Still I love all of you
I do, yeah
[repeat]

You, you want nothing to do with me [x2]

[Chorus (x3)]

. . .



You scream louder than fiction
And you get down on your knees
And tear open your heart
So I can love you and your disease

You lick the hand that feeds you
And kiss the blade that cuts
I wanna touch you in your gods hands
When your praying bites the dust

Please please please please please please please please
Let me anoint the lust inside you
Please please please please please please please please
Let me devalue whats inside you

Hollywood
At night
Hanging around
If this is a must
Then dying is a must right now
Hollywood
At night
Hanging around
If this is a must
Then dying is a must right now

And ill deny you
Fact or fiction, fact or fiction, fact or fiction
It's a mission to survive
And learn to want you
When I hate, when I hate
Whats all inside

Please please please please please please please please
Let me anoint the lust inside you
Please please please please please please please please
Let me devalue whats inside you

Hollywood
At night
Hanging around
If this is a must
Then dying is a must right now
Hollywood
At night
Hanging around
If this is a must
Then dying is a must right now

Its over [4x]

If you scream louder than fiction
And you get down on your knees
And tear open your heart
So I can love you and your disease

You lick the hand that feeds you
And kiss the blade that cuts
I wanna touch you in your gods hands
When your praying bites the dust

Please please please please please please please please
Let me anoint the lust inside you
Please please please please please please please please
Let me devalue whats inside you

Hollywood
At night
Hanging around
If this is a must
Then dying is a must right now
Hollywood
At night
Hanging around
If this is a must
Then dying is a must right now

Hollywood
At night
Hanging around
If this is a must
Then dying is a must right now
Hollywood
At night
Hanging around
If this is a must
Then dying is a must right now

. . .



You want a medal
For the things you've done
Well prizes don't come around
As easy as you want em now
You want a mountain with your face engraved
So everybody in the world can see the face of nothing changed

Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
Here's to you and your poker face
Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
Here's to you

You want a monument erected in your name
And odds are we will tear it down
When you leave as quickly as you came
You want a place in the history books
But no one has changed history
With double talk and dirty looks

Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
Here's to you and your poker face
Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
Here's to you

You heighten yourself to lower the blame
And you martyr yourself to heighten the fame
And you lower yourself to draw the compassion
Here's to you

You want a medal for the things you've done
But if you ever really did a damn thing
We would've gave you one
You want a mountain with your face engraved
So everyone will know the face when approached by to run away

Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
Here's to you and your poker face
Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
Here's to you

Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
Here's to you and your poker face
Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
Here's to you

. . .



This is television, late night television, scripted with precision
A corner store pulp fiction sits where your heart isn't
And with your eyes so green, and your pinkish theme
You made an old friend seem rather dead to me
Alas, the weapon sex can be

Your body is a weapon and you're afraid it could get out
A friend of the devil and you're afraid it could get out

Don't say I don't cut when I do, I do, I do
Don't say I'm lying when I'm true, I'm true, I'm true
The razor

You rub of suspicious, so vile and aniscious, with a heart so vicious
And dare you ask what this is, this is so delicious
To eat the best of you like the others do
We take your pride from you
The drive-in, the embassy, the jets, it's all the same to me

Your body is a weapon and you're afraid it could get out
A friend of the devil and you're afraid it could get out

Don't say I don't cut when I do, I do, I do
Don't say I'm lying when I'm true, I'm true, I'm true
The razor (the razor)
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do

So many suitors, I don't even have a suit to wear
So many influential fingers running through your hair
I am the razor in the hands of your heart
And I am the razor in the hands of god

Don't say I don't cut when I do, I do, I do (I do, I do)
Don't say I'm lying when I'm true, I'm true, I'm true (I do, I do)
The razor (the razor)
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do (the razor)
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do (the razor)
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do

. . .



You'll never catch a penny-pinching liar off guard,
You can't escape the tension till it leaves you undone,
You can't imagine passion till your hearts become one,
And you'll never feel the rhythm until the beat has just begun.

A thousand acts of thoughtlessness...
A thousand acts of thoughtlessness...

In and out, I'm dancing
In and out, I'm dancing in your head
I'm in your head..
In and out, I'm dancing
In and out, I'm dancing in your head
I'm in your head.

Set against a ravishing backdrop,
With a bleak and violent future,
Now With no common cause here,
We're marooned with the hungry vultures, yeah.
So pack the clubs to the rafters,
Dropping rhymes to the electrical sounds,
We're beacons of light and hope here,
We've got the room spinning round and round...

In and out, I'm dancing
In and out, I'm dancing in your head
I'm in your head..
In and out, I'm dancing
In and out, I'm dancing in your head
I'm in your head.

In and out, I'm dancing
In and out, I'm dancing in your head
I'm in your head..
In and out, I'm dancing
In and out, I'm dancing in your head
I'm in your head.

Dance, party..
Plus destruction,
Dance, party..
Plus corruption,
Dance, party..
Plus destruction,
Dance, party..
Plus corruption

I'm in your head,
I'm in your head,
I'm in your head,
I'm in your head...

. . .



I can not cross the line again, Idolize the body and hand
My head is hot enough to spin, running through the line in the sand
No no no no, ohhh hungry and addicted again
No no no no, ohhh almost with no conscience at all
I can't take back the words, sorry for what you heard
I can't reverse the hurt, but I keep blacking out
Sorry for what I've done, my conscience weights a ton
And I'm not the only one, but I keep blacking out
I can not cross the line again, Reasoning my need to give in
My blood grows all too cold again, running through the line in the sand
No no no no, ohhh hungry and addicted again
No no no no, ohhh almost with no conscience at all
I can't take back the words, sorry for what you heard
I can't reverse the hurt, but I keep blacking out
Sorry for what I've done, my concious weights a ton
And I'm not the only one, but I keep blacking out
It seems I crossed the line again, Idolize the body and hand
My head is hot enough to spin, running through the line in the sand
No no no no, ohhh hungry and addicted again
No no no no, ohhh almost with no conscience at all
I can't take back the words, sorry for what you heard
I can't reverse the hurt, but I keep blacking out

. . .



Teen runaway, youth depraved, your time is almost here
Shimmies and shakes, stands by her side
And whispers something in her ear

"you can't go home high, not tonight"
Go man go, saturn here we come
And if you're in the know,
Your soul's solid gold

Teen runaway, youth depraved, grows tipsy off wine
But baby makes a sweet embrace a gift so very hard to find

"you can't go home high, not tonigh"
Go man go, saturn here we come
And if you're in the know,
Your soul's solid gold

Go man go, saturn here we come
And if you're in the know
Go man go, saturn here we come
And if you're in the know

. . .



Here's a story for the jokers
Who can't face the fact that the truth's the truth
Well I knew a cat named felix
And if it wasn't nailed down and he saw it, he would steal it
One night with a knife, he robbed a joint and lost his life
And felix couldn't wait to choose the wrong and meet is fate

Well I don't really know what somebody said
But truly, consequences can mess with your head
I don't know, is it true?
I'll leave it up to you

Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the consequence?
Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the truth?
I don't imagine that you do
I don't imagine that you do

You get what you give, reap what you so, live and let live
Don't question everything
Everything's not there for the questioning
Sometimes, stuck is stuck, fate is fate, and luck is luck
Felix learned quick the path of which and where to stick

Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the consequence?
Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the truth?
I don't imagine that you do
I don't imagine that you do

Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the consequence?
Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the truth?
I don't imagine that you do
I don't imagine that you do

Here's a story for the jokers
Who can't face the fact that the truth's the truth
Well I knew a cat named felix
And if it wasn't nailed down and he saw it, he would steal it
One night with a knife, he robbed a joint and lost his life
And felix couldn't wait to choose the wrong and meet is fate

Well I don't really know what somebody said
But truly, consequences can mess with your head
I don't know, is it true?
I'll leave it up to you

Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the consequence?
Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the truth?
I don't imagine that you do
I don't imagine that you do

Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the consequence?
Listen, listen, listen
Do you understand the truth?
I don't imagine that you do
I don't imagine that you do

. . .



You wanna pop pop pop
You wanna click click click
You wanna shoot
You wanna shoot
You wanna shoot
Shoot everything you came to shoot
Do everything you came to do

Yay-e-yeah
I'll put assassins in your little head yeah
Yay-e-yeah
I'll put assassins in your little head yeah

Sleepin with the enemy
Seems to get the best of me
Sleepin with the enemy

You wanna pop pop pop
You wanna click click click
You wanna shoot
You wanna shoot
You wanna shoot

Yay-e-yeah
I'll put assassins in your little head yeah

Sleepin with the enemy
Seems to get the best of me
Sleepin with the enemy

Yay-e-yeah
I'll put assassins in your little head yeah
Yay-e-yeah
I'll put assassins in your little head yeah
Yay-e-yeah
I'll put assassins in your little head yeah
Yay-e-yeah
I'll put assassins in your little head yeah

. . .


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