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...presents... FUGAZI lyrics
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presented by G.A. Ellsworth
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>>> a cDc publication.......1989 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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This file consists of lyrics from FUGAZI's demo and self-titled EP (Dischord
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records). The band is:
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Joe Lally - bass
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Brendan Canty - drums
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Guy Picciotto - vocals
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Ian MacKaye - vocals and guitar
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And now, a few words from FUGAZI:
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--SONG NUMBER ONE
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Song number one is not a fuck you song
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I'll save that one for later on
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You wanna know if there's something wrong?
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It's nothing
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Everybody's talking about their hometown scenes
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And hurting people's feelings in their magazines
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You want to know what it all means?
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It's nothing
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Fighting for a haircut? Then grow your hair
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Crying for the music? I doubt you really care
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Looking for an answer? You can find it anywhere
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It's nothing
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Life is what you want it to be
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So don't get tangled up trying to be free
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And don't worry what the other people say
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It's nothing
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--FURNITURE
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This is a song with no words
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Nobody can here the missing
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They just look at mouth and say,
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"Hey man, I know where he's coming from"
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Furniture has no say in life
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It was made to be used by people
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How many times have you felt like a bookshelf
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Full of thought already written
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This is a song with no words
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I'm sure you've heard it before
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You can see my mouth and you know that it's moving
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You already know where I'm coming from
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Right here
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--TURN OFF YOUR GUNS
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Turn off your guns
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Don't cut your skin no more
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Everybody's always saying,
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If you hate life so much, what are you living for?
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While we're still paying
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You never hurt yourself
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You hurt everybody else
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And you talk about dying
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But when your wish comes true, and there's no more you
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We're still trying, we'll be trying
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This is not the end of you
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Noting in life could be that bad
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--BREAK-IN
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And he's happy because she's got skin
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And she's happy just to let him in
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When he asks will you let me in?
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And from a place where they share skin they say
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Come inside
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And he's happy because she's got skin
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And it's sweet when she lets him in, no sin
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But there's a when where skin wears thin
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And she finds she's working on another skin deep inside
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Deep inside
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Break-in
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And then he wonders will my money, will it cover for me?
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Can I stay outside and let it cover for me?
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But she can't get outside, she's the covering
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And she can't get outside, she's the covering
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--AND THE SAME
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At the risk of being too politically correct
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This comes to you spiritually direct
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An attempt to thoughtfully change
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Your way of thinking
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That is if you believe in race
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And that you were born in the right time and place
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This is a thought, about face
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Your way of thinking
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And the same could be said
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For all the people who are lying dead
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To die was only distraction
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What they found out a bit too late
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Got twisted up in all that hate
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And now it plays the part of reaction
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If you have to carry a gun
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To keep your seat at number one
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This is a bullet you can't outrun
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Your way of thinking
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Just wait and see, it's coming round
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Conscripted from the lost and found
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And still we find so tightly wound
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Your way of thinking
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--WORD
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You got a problem?
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What can you do?
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What was that word again?
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Life has got me down
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Everything is wrong
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Mom & Dad...(and so forth, whatever)
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What was that word again?
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The word is...
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You see ugliness?
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You see ugliness?
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You see reflection.
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Your reflection
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What was that word again?
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What was that word again?
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The word is...
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Change
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--WAITING ROOM
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I am a patient boy
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I wait, I wait, I wait
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My time is like water down a drain
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Everybody's moving, everything is moving
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Please don't leave me to remain
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In the waiting room
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I don't want the news
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I'm not a part of it
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I don't want the news
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I have no use for it
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Sitting outside of town
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Everybody's always down
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Because...
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They can't get up
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But I don't sit by idly
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I'm planning a big surprise
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I'm gonna fight for what I want to be
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I won't make the same mistakes
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Because I know how much time that wastes
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Function is the key
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In the waiting room
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--BAD MOUTH
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You can't be what you were
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You have to be what you are
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You can't be what you were
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Time is now and it's running out
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You can't be what you were
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So you'd better start living the life
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You've been singing about
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You can't be what you were
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No movement, no movement, no movement
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In a bad mouth
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It betrays a bad mind
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--IN DEFENSE OF HUMANS
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In defense of humans
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Lay down your power trip
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Stop toying with emotions
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And relationships
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You don't rise when people fall
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In defense of humans
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Lay down your politics
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They're all big money
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And media tricks
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You don't rise when people fall
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I see you ride this world
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I see you rob this world
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I see you rape this world
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On off on off on off
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And I don't like what I see
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Greed
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In defense of humans
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Lay down your human pride
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We're born into our bodies
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No chance to decide
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You don't rise when people fall
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In defense of humans
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Lay down your sticks and stones
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Weapons and violence
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Are better off left alone
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You don't rise when people fall
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--MERCHANDISE
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When we have nothing left to give
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There will be no reason for us to live
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But when we have nothing left to lose
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You'll have nothing left to use
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We owe you nothing so
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You have no control
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Merchandise keeps us in line
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Common sense says it's by design
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What could the business men ever want more
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Than to have us sucking in their stores?
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We owe you nothing
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You have no control
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You are not what you own
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--BULLDOG FRONT
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Ahistorical--you think this shit just dropped
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Right out of the sky
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My analysis: it's time to harvest the
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Crust from your eyes
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To surge and refine, to rage and define
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Ourselves
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Against your line so sorry friend but
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You must resign
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You want to figure it out
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We'll throw down, we'll throw down
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You want to figure it out
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Well throw down your bulldog front
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Bold bold mouth talking not so bold
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Now that you've eaten your own
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Lips flecked, mouth specked you strip the
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Skin right off of the bone
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And I would never say you act without
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Precision or care, but it's all attention
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To armor, to the armor you wear so well
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Let's knock and check to see
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If there's somebody home
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--BURNING
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There's something acting on this body
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Something goes in when nothing comes out
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And someone's acting on this information
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But nothing's registered from this location
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From this site that I am, in asking
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What is this buring in my eyes?
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I wanted a language of my own
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My lips sucked empty and I mouthed the lines
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Of this crowd that surrounds me
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Punctured and parceled I fold my hand
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To this site that I snse that I am in asking
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What is this burning in my eyes?
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--GIVE ME THE CURE
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I never thought too hard on dying before
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I never sucked on the dying
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I never licked the side of dying before
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And now I'm feeling the dying
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You've got your hands over your ears
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You've got your mouth running on
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You've got your eyes looking for something
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that will never be found--like a reason
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And I don't need a reason
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I never thought too hard on dying before
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I never thought on the dying
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I never held the hand of dying before
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And now I'm feeling the dying
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But you got to
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Give me the shot
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Give me the pill
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Give me the cure
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Now what you've done to my world
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--SUGGESTION
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Why can't I walk down a street free of suggestion?
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Is my body my only trait in the eyes of men?
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I've got some skin
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You want to look in
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There lays no reward in what you discover
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You spent yourself watching me suffer
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Suffer your words, suffer your eyes, suffer your hands
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Suffere your interpretation of what it is to be a man
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I've got some skin
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You want to look in
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She does nothing to deserve it
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He only wants to observe it
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We sit back like they taught us
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We keep quiet like they taught us
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He just wants to prove it
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She does nothing to remove it
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We don't want anyone to mind us
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So we play the roles that they assigned us
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She does nothing to conceal it
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He touches her 'cause he wants to feel it
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We blame her for being there
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But we are all guilty
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--GLUE MAN
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I spent it all
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On the bag
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On the drag
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The sun comes up, the tide rolls out
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The trucks roll by the park still a park
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Where children play and pick up stones
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Anything to make them feel less alone--he's alone
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His mind is his own town where his thoughts run aground
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They fall all over and down
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I spent it all
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On the bag
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On the drag
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The sun comes down, the tide rolls back
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We crawl our way back to the house we call home
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he holds his home in the palm of his hand
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And he says, and he says
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You are my everyone, you are my anyone
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You are my anytime, you are my everytime
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You are my everywhere...anywhere...
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(Word donation & direction Jem Cohen)
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_ _ _____________________________________________________________________
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/((___))\|The Convent..........619/475-6187 The Dead Zone.........214/522-5321
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[ x x ] |Demon Roach Undrgrnd.806/794-4362 Greenpeace's IGB......916/673-8412
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\ / |PURE NIHILISM........517/337-7319 The Switchboard.......718/358-9209
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(' ') |Tequila Willy's GSC..209/526-3194 time centre...........312/377-0359
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(U) |=====================================================================
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.ooM |1989 cDc communications by G.A. Ellsworth. 04/29/89-#102
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.
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