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Stay What You Are (2001)
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This song will become the anthem of your underground.
You're two floors down getting high in the back room.
If I flooded out your house,
Do you think you'd make it out,
Or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
This song will become the anthem of your underground.
You're two floors down getting high in the back room.
If I flooded out your house,
Do you think you'd make it out,
Or would you burn up before the water filled your lungs?
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
I'd offer you my hand but it would hurt too much to watch you die.
And you can bet when they mourn the death of you that night
That they'll lay me on the dinner table
I will be the pig
With the apple in my mouth,
The food that celebrates your end.
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.
I'd offer you my hand but it would hurt too much to watch you die.
And at your funeral I will sing the requiem.

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My gut is burning.
Won't you find me some water?
Hey, just forget it can you bring me gasoline
Collect a couple forks
Hold them three feet apart
Wait for lightning to strike to burn me up?
Cause I don't think that I have got the stomach to stomach calling you today.
My head is swirling.
It's been carried off in the sky
And where it lands is where it lands.
So I guess that I will get another head
Then get on with my life
Leave you somewhere beneath the waves of time.
And I'll wear glass shoes and plastic wrap.
No, I'll just wear my insides, yeah.
You want to know who I really am?
Yeah so do I.
Yeah so do I.
Cause I don't think that I have got the stomach to stomach calling you today.
And I don't think that I have got the stomach to stomach calling you today.
Right now I am turning off the lights
Cause I don't think that I have got the stomach to stomach calling you today.
And I don't think that I have got the stomach to stomach calling you today.

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Her life was magazines and faithful tv screens
Selling an empty dream of cars and calories
And everything in between
The sun and saturn's ring,
But the price tag can't be seen
And it took bites out of her insides
Till she was just a hollow shell.
She grew up in east LA watching celebrities
Living out all her dreams.
The plastic canopy of U.S. royalty
Drew her gaze towards the sky and away from her own mind.
And at her home her mother cried cause daddy had something on the side
And they didn't look up when she sighed.
And when august came around,
The bathing suits were on the group
Replaced by a cotton cloak.
To see her own reflection was like squinting in the sun.
And when all tomorrow brings is a set of broken wings

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And now I finally see that the further we go
We're only treading ground that we already know
I could write you a song,
Send you a note,
Or empty out your trash
And buy a bucket full of diamonds but
Even the most beautiful of all
Roses must someday crumble to dust and fade away.
It's certain tragedy.
So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.
The empty space between me and the sunken walls
Feeling someone's hand around my neck
Choking away the life that I have left.
And I can finally see that the further I go
I'm only treading ground I don't want to know.
Probably hang upside down from wooden rafters in my home
And look at old photos of you.
So it's on into the lonely nights and all the rest of it.
The empty space between me and the sunken walls
Feeling someone's hand around my neck
Choking away the life that I have left.
I miss the warmth of the summer
When we were on our own,
But now it's winter
My bones are cold.
And now I finally see that the further we go
We're only treading ground that we already know
I could write you a song,
Send you a note,
Or empty out your trash
And buy a bucket full of diamonds but
Even the most beautiful of all
Roses must someday crumble to dust and fade away.

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If you've got a quarter,
You can stick it in my neck
Sing whatever song you want
For whatever mood you're in.
Isn't that what you expect?
I can sing you to sleep.
And a mouth full of blood.
Well I'll carry this casket if it's what I have to do.
So bring on the dark sky, let it cover me entirely.
Isn't that what you expect?
I can sing you to sleep.
And all you want from me is a broken heart
And I'll run down to the river, grab five buckets of water.
Wait right where you are and I will serve you at your table.
Hope you like my restaurant and the lighting is right.
The jukebox is in the corner.
My mouth is the speaker.
It plays your favorite songs
And you know where the coin slot is.
Isn't that what you expect?
I can sing you to sleep.
And all you want from me is a broken heart
Isn't that what you expect?
I can sing you to sleep.

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As I'm talking my words slip to the floor
And they crawl through your legs
Slide under the back door
Rendering me freakish and dazed.
Well here I am.
Don't know how to say this.
Only thing I know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close when you're around me
To shut me out.
So I'll go walking in the streets
Till my heels bleed
And I'll sing out my song
In case the birds wish to sing along.
And I'll dig a tunnel to the center of the universe.
Well here I am.
Don't know how to say this.
Only thing I know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close when you're around me
To shut me out.
I'll make my way across the frozen sea,
Beyond the blank horizon,
Where I can forget "you and me" and get a decent night's sleep.
Well here I am.
Don't know how to say this.
Only thing I know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close when you're around me
To shut me out.
Well here I am.
Don't know how to say this.
Only thing I know is awkward silence.
Your eyelids close when you're around me
To shut me out.
To shut me out, don't shut me out
To shut me out, don't shut me out
To shut me out, and don't count me out

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The last time that I saw you,
August of '99
Should have had my hammer
And a few rusty spikes
To nail you on a wall
And use bottles to catch your blood
Display you for the neighbors
So they know your time had come
And I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat
And heads for my heart.
And as your body sags
And the stench rises in vain,
The people on the street are collecting in dismay.
Before their eyes your head lifts towards the sky
And that's the last thing they'll remember of you.
And I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat
And heads for my heart.
You've become a ghost.
You're floating somewhere in between
The waking world and a landscape of dreams.
Well it's nothing but dying.
Got a grenade stuck in your teeth
And you're pulling at the pin.
You're an illusion,
Just shadow flickering underneath the sun.
And I'd drink your blood
Feel it dripping down my throat

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And I will flail
Under these lights
That seep down from the bitter sky tonight
And I will kick and beat my wrist together
Feel an ocean breathing waves, feel them licking at my face.
Ceilings don't exist and there are no floors beneath me.
If I were king of this night, would you become my queen?
And I hope, your majesty, that you like your position.
I'll do everything I can,
To keep you by my side
And I'll stare off through the darkness to find us a kingdom.
Just kiss me before I go.
I'll have to walk a thousand miles
Just to find the ground deserving of your feet.
You could throw me down
And walk on me
And I'd just look on through my love and through the haze.
And I hope, your majesty, that you like your position.
I'll do everything I can,
To keep you by my side
And I'll stare off through the darkness to find us a kingdom.
Just kiss me before I go.
The nightingales are singing now.
They're calling out our marriage to our subjects on their knees.
Their jewelry is thrown into the air.
They sigh at the release
As their shackles hit the ground.
The trumpets call out now.
We're home at last.
And I hope, your majesty, that you like your position.
I'll do everything I can,
To keep you by my side
And I'll stare off through the darkness to find us a kingdom.

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The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight,
And it's poised to drop some time soon enough
On this dump truck where I lie
Mixed up with the morning's trash.
There's a piece of glass sticking in my back
And tar covering my mouth.
But it's o.k.
Cause I'm still breathing
And my hands are free of the heap. o yeah
And I think that I see that big blade falling,
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
And the pressure is getting to me
And the waste in which I sit is just lurking beside me.
And I can't tell if it's me
Or the meat that's rotting.
I'm gonna have to give up sometime soon.
But it's o.k.
Cause I'm still breathing
And my hands are free of the heap. o yeah
And I think that I see that big blade falling,
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
You can watch me disappear
You can watch me
All I'm losing is me
All I'm losing is me
All I'm losing is me
All I'm losing is me
And I think that I see that big blade falling,
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
To slice open a great canyon

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Tonight will be the night that we
Begin to ease the plugs out of the dam.
And we will stand knee deep in the flow,
The undertow will grab our heels and won't let go.
And while we hold,
Our legs quivering,
The water rises now to our teeth when we just let go
And sail belly up to the clouds,
The rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be
The only that we have
And all the wasted nights
And empty moments in our lives are flushed away
As we sway with the rhythm
Of the waves bobbing us up.
Crests fall to troughs feel our gills open up.
And sail belly up to the clouds,
The rocks scraping our backs.
To breathe in the air will be
The only that we have
And if the hook sets in the bottom of our lungs,
We'll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues.
Despair, can ravage you
If you turn your head around to look down the path
That's led you here,
Cause what can you change?
You're a vessel now floating down the waterways.
You can take your rudder and aim your ship,
Just don't bother with the things left in your wake.
Just sail belly up to the clouds,
The rocks scraping your back.
To breathe in the air
Will be the only thing that you have
And your love will be warm nights
With pockets of moonlight
Spotlighting you as you drift,
The actor in this play.
And you walk across the stage,
Take a bow, hear the applause,
And as the curtain falls,
Just know you did it all
The best that you knew how
And you can hear them cheering now.
So let a smile out and show your teeth

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I said I'd walk you home
After our third round
Of pouring whiskey down
The barrel of our guts
And I grabbed hold your hand.
We're up and
We're out and
We're yelling through the streets
And I'm out of my fucking mind
And I know you're next to me
But I must confess what's in my head.
Keep pumping now,
Legs to beat the ground
And hearts to beat the band.
The sky's on fire again.
Run down this alleyway,
Lightning bolts again
We become fireflies just flashing at the air.
Rattle garbage cans.
Prepare to
Be ravaged by our lust burning mad,
The fire that we've become.
And I know you're under me
But I must confess what's in my head:
To me you are the light
From a light bulb breaks sometimes
And the tender warmth inside
Is release into my life
And to me you are the light
From a light bulb breaks sometimes
And the tender warmth inside
Is release into my life
And it smothers me in flames
That lick and scorch my face.
As the smoke reaches the sky
Know I'm burning tonight
Know I'm burning tonight
Know I'm burning tonight
Know I'm burning tonight

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