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I don't wanna be your friend no more
I don't wanna be your crony no more
I traded you
a long time ago
for a tape machine
You're still doing things that long ago I stopped doing
and I don't even want my tape machine anymore
I traded my things for a tape machine
and my tape machine has finally failed me
I traded my friends for a tape machine
and my tape machine has finally left me
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Clank's Return
00:47
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I Don't Exist
01:04
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I always wanted to be on the fringe of popular music
like Doug Martsch or something
But I'm so far on the edge it's like I don't even exist
Hello airwaves I know we'll never meet
but that's okay I don't need you anyway
Hello internet you're so cruel to me
We could be friends instead of being enemies
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Columbine Screenplay
04:01
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Eric Harris playing Doom
building his own levels after school
Taking out the Cyberdemon
like it was nothing at all
Shooting guns up in the mountains
Having fun with Dylan and Mark Maynes
Shooting at trees for target practice
pretending like they’re human brains
They were the first mass killers
to shoot up their school
They should’ve had hundreds more victims
But their bombs didn’t blow
They were the first mass killers
to be in high school
They blew their own fucking brains out
Cause they were so cool
Eric Harris is my boy
He’s the one who went crazy
Didn’t take shit from nobody
He’s the boy who went crazy
Dylan wouldn’t have done it
If he didn’t meet that crazy shit
Not that I don’t give Dylan any credit
It’s just that Eric Harris is my boy
They were the first mass killers
to be on the news
for what they call school shootings
it was something new
They were the first mass killers
to fuck up the youth
kids didn’t want to wake up
and step foot in their schools
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Wanted To Be A Punk
01:18
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I always wanted to be a punk
but I was much too considerate
I'm not popular enough
It's like high school even when you get out
There are people who get the stuff
and they never feel like it's enough
And others don't get anything
then they say their life is boring
I didn't want to light anything on fire
I didn't want to speak back to my elders
I went to bed even if I wasn't tired
I ate cereal every morning for breakfast
But I always wanted to be a punk
I was just much too considerate
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Mediocrity Blues
02:03
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The radio is full of people saying they're the best
Up and comers say no one can stop them
that they would pass every test
If it was cool to do good in school
but it's not
It's only cool to be on top
of everyone else
I can't say I'm the best
I can't even say I'm good
But at least I don't sing about
what everyone else sings about
I've got the mediocrity blues
The internet is full of celebrities wanting more recognition
More fame and popularity than the rest
Doesn't it ever get old to them
to be constantly grabbing for attention?
I can't say I'm popular
nobody knows who I am
If I grabbed for attention
nobody would care
I've got the mediocrity blues
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I Recognized The Spine
04:29
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You were reading Ulysses
so I knew I had to talk to you
I recognized the spine from a copy of mine
It's the one with the cartoon face of Joyce
I said some nonsense
I never make sense when I try to talk seriously
I wondered if you liked Camus
Salinger and Burroughs too
but I didn't even ask you
You let me borrow some Batman
and I thought it strange
could you like Gotham and Dedalus the same?
I let you borrow Akira 1-6
not all at once
So I could see you again and again
Then we talked about Chaplin
Tati Fielding Mayal and much more
You had even seen Father Ted
Who would've thought after all this time
we would still be sharing books
and nearly everything
I was re-reading the Stranger
I didn't want to be a stranger anymore
but it's so hard to always be friendly
I see all the people going through their lives
not questioning anything
Why can't I just be like that?
Happy for the little things
I guess I could always try
to live a different kind of life
Trick myself into some sort of happiness
But wouldn't life be easier
living behind bars?
Free meals every day
Away from society
Plenty of time to read and think
and read and think some more
Never seeing the outside world
They say time ceases to exist
and maybe pain would too
and thoughts of war and awful things
in solitary confinement
Or maybe I don't have a spine
and I could ignore time
and all those other things
living with you somewhere quiet
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The Radio Is A Cow
02:08
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I could write the same song over and over
Cause people never notice when they're different
And I don't know why I try
but I do it all of the time
I could write a good song
Sell it to a pop star
But what would that get me?
Just a little bit of money
And I don't know why I care
but I've always been so scared
I wish I was a pop star
in the 1950s
or even in 65
Yeah it'd be better in 65
But I had to be born now
when the radio is a cow
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Digital Embryo
00:46
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You're so embryonic
but you're also completely electronic
You're a digital embryo
and there's not really much difference
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Good Thing
01:17
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I can see it in your eyes
See straight to your soul
Which I don't believe in
I can see it in your eyes
See straight to your soul
Which you don't believe in
You're a lot like me
I can sense so many things
But I don't know if that's a good thing
No I don't know if that's a good thing at all
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Getting ready for the show
We were always getting ready for the show
And then after it happened
We were still getting ready for the show
Getting ready for the show
We were always getting ready for the show
And then when nothing happened
We were still getting ready for the show
We were a band
We played music
We wasted so much god damn time
just playing the same songs
Looking back at all the shows
We were never very happy
with the way that they went
Looking back at all the shows
Never quite figuring out what was wrong
just knowing it wasn't right
We broke up
Still played music
We wasted so much god damn time
just writing more songs
Looking back at all the songs
Wondering if it would've been better
if we had all just stuck together
but we all wanted something different
Looking back at all the songs
I barely did anything at all
and you all went further than me
but it still seems like we went nowhere
Feeling like we went nowhere at all
Was it just the lazy dreams of wild eyed teenagers?
Feeling like we went nowhere at all
Was it just unrealistic egotistical dreams?
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Egotistical Dreams
00:23
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Everyone thinks they're destined for greatness
Everyone thinks they're better than they really are
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Funeral Parlor
01:48
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I like to hangout at the funeral parlor
cause everyone dresses nice
and they're well behaved
I like to hangout at the funeral parlor
cause everyone acts
a little more like me
And if your friend dies
you might see me there
But I won't say a thing
I just sit in the corner and stare
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Party Til You Uke
00:13
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Complex Man
01:00
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I don't want to be a simple man
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Squishy Pants
00:40
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Hey there squishy pants
Will you save me the last dance?
Well middle school was tough
Now high school is pretty rough
But it don't mean a thing
as long as you come hear me sing
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Edith Head
02:03
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Edith had a huge head and she had no teeth
Kids would often laugh when they saw her on the street
And they called her Edith Head
Although she wasn't Edith Head
Yeah they called her Edith Head
But she wasn't Edith Head
Edith had no teeth and a giant head
Often times she'd rather stay in bed
than to ever go outside just to be tormented
And they would call her all kinds of things
especially Edith head
Edith can you hear me?
You don't have to die tonight
Just stay alive
Edith can you hear me?
You don't have to go tonight
You don't have to commit suicide
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A Mess
02:51
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They're all fucked
They write the same kind of songs
but they've got no luck
Nobody to tell them how great they are
They know the routine
but pretend like something's happening
And some nights it seems like it is
but it never seems that way to me
There was a time
when I saw things differently
Got excited by little things
Thought maybe somehow something would happen
This time everything I always wanted would occur
How naive I was yet not very far off
cause somewhere else some lucky fuck
got famous doing the same thing
I have no fans
I have no friends
Nothing at all
And your album
entangled in my messy thoughts
You wanted an album of love songs
but all I have is a mess
I'm a mess
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Losing My Hair
00:15
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I'm losing my hair
but you don't care
That I'm losing my hair
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Formulas
01:58
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I liked music on the radio when I was in grade school
I guess it was music for adults
but now it seems so juvenile
And then in high school I listened to college indie rock
but by the time I was in college
I outgrew most of that too
Formulas like in chemistry
I thought I understood it in high school
but in college I failed completely
Musical formulas were much easier
Always orbiting around and around
until you get it
I used to walk around all the time with headphones on
I didn't want to talk to anyone
I didn't care for their conversation
And then at some point I realized it wasn't just the headphones
I had walled myself off and become so alone
Formulas lacking in everyday life
Social interactions they're there
just hard for me to see and recognize
Formulas present in everyday life
There to be recognized
like others do so easily
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Cruising around in my nutsack suit
I see a girl and she looks kinda cute
So I rape her and kill her
I'm looking cool
cruising in my nutsack suit
Cruising around in my nutsack suit
I see a guy I could add to my suit
So I kill him and skin him
I'm looking sharp cruising in my nutsack suit
I'm looking cool cruising in my nutsack suit
I'm looking cute
Just cruising around
Grooving in my nutsack suit
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Binding
00:16
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Sad Sack
01:45
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Don't sing too much about killing yourself
Cause someone might kill you
and then they'll think that it's suicide
Don't sing too much about killing yourself
Cause your girlfriend might kill you
and then they'll think that it's suicide
Don't sing too much about killing yourself
unless you really want to die
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My Guitar Is Depressed
02:26
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I'm tired of singing in my room
Don't need a drummer but I want one
Don't need a band but I want one
It's not really for me
It's my guitar it weeps
in the night so loudly
these days I don't get much sleep
When I was 14
I saved up all my money
delivering newspapers
to the eager elderly
The guitar I bought
was so nice new and shiny
I promised it all kinds of things
Fame, women, and fortune
in no particular order
And it believed every word
with every bad note
Now, my guitar worn and beaten
and nowhere closer to the things I promised
won't even pretend like it enjoys my company
I play the right notes
but it gives me grief
It has no emotion
No feeling
And there's no cure in sight
My guitar is so depressed tonight
My guitar is so depressed and it's
totally unimpressed with me
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