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Tokyo Police Club Album


A Lesson in Crime (04/27/2006)
04/27/2006
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Cut Cut Paste (UK bonus track)
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(Operator, get me the President of the world. This is an emergency.)

Do your neighbour a favour.
Collect their morning paper
And clip out all the sad bits, no one wants to read that.
Let them take their kids to school and the zoo in peace.

When you're standing near,
Tokyo Police Club.
When you're standing next to me,
Tokyo Police Club.
When you take the tunnel,
Arresting you for being in love.

Caught the fever that's spreading
Do you have a warm bed we could stay the night in
It's all sick boys in this house, no one wants to feed us
Dumb kid you should have hid you'd stand a better chance there

When you're standing near,
Tokyo Police Club.
When you're standing next to me,
Tokyo Police Club.
Lost in the Pacific


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We've got our tracks covered
Thanks to your older brother
It's not the moonlight that sets me off
It's not the money that makes me scoff

It's my impeccable disorder
Where I keep on falling for her
It's not the way my mother talks
It's not the people that she mocks

It's the nature of the experiment
It's the patterns of my temperment
It's the nature of the experiment
They're taking me in increments

We're halfway up the bracket
The rain comes through my jacket
It's not the stones inside my shoes
It's not the risk of what's to lose

It's an ancient Russian proverb
But I doubt it's ones that you've heard
It's not the cracks beneath the floor
It's not the fact that it's a chore

It's the nature of the experiment
It's the patterns of my temperment
It's the nature of the experiment
They're taking me in increments


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See the ruins of the old world below
That's what our ancestors left us
But our robot masters will know
How to clean this mess up
And build a better world
For man and machine alike
For the boys and the girls
Who are slaves building spaceships at night
In the fluorescent light
That's two thousand and nine

On cold frosty Martian mornings
The chill on my breath is red
Redder than my mother's blood
When she turned to me and said
"This is not how we planned it
But we've gotten ahead of ourselves
Computers rule the planet
And the moon and mars as well
We lost the fight"
That's 2009

I have a microchip
Implanted in my heart
So if I try to escape
The robots will blow me apart
And my limbs will go flying
And land before the ones that I love
Who would wail and would weep
But the robots would keep them at bay
While I shut my eyes
For the very last time
Citizens of tomorrow be forewarned


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Another stone rolls over
The republic is just one more year older
But way out in the distance
We see your white boots glisten in the sun

We know you've come here with a plan
To lift our city out of ruin
Shoulders back and arms at our sides
We sincerely hope you know just what you're doing

Another stone rolls over
The republic is just one more year older
But way out in the distance
We see you draw your pistols and aim at us

At first we try to reason with you
But you suggest we say our prayers
Shoulder back and arms in the sky
We sincerely hope you live a better life

Cause you
You're so calm
I don't know where you are from
You
You're so young
I don't care what you've done wrong


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We get our nerves of steel
When the balaclavas go on
We're just not used to ourselves
If it pays then it sells our hides

I wake for every meal
But I still set a place for you
We're looking out for you son
We fear the worst but it's done

The factory has treated you well
The coals burn colder
But in a part of the heart of the hearth
It still swells


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Cut Cut Paste
Pays to fish from the
Hole I cut in your ceiling,
While you were sleeping
Dreaming of paisley pig in classy digs.

My hook catches on your lip
And I reel you in.
And as you rise up to my floor
The hook impails our two tongues.

And thats how we first kiss,
Its something i still miss.
You think I've lost my mind.
"Is this blood his or mine?"
Cause when we kiss our scars align.

As a trail of blood
Drips for both our chins,
You awake in my living room
To see its stained your moccasins.

You cry out and ask
Where you are and who am I.
And I tell you "I need you!"
But you run and jump back down the hole.

And thats how we first kiss.
Its something I still miss.


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It's been a blast
But we've been caught
Packing up your suitcase
Hard day, long face
Get the story right
Get the story right
Get the story down

Waltzing right out of the room
Be good when your parents stay over in June

It's been alright
But we have fought
Ways of the samurai
Perry thrust, do or die
Not the fighting type
Not the killing kind
Get the story down

Waltzing right out of the room
Be good when your parents stay over in June

I heard the news
I'll send a card
Cellar door, Friday night
Long johns, hold tight
Put it on a page
Put it on a line
Get the story down

Waltzing right out of the room
Be good when your parents stay over in June


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Don't forget to write
They buried me
In southwest France
La Ferrassie you know I am

The kids were teething
When they put me underground
No one ever saw breathing
La Ferrassie you know I'm found


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