>Alcohol
 (High On The Hog)

>My baby taught me how to be
My baby taught me how to fight
My baby taught me how to die
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My baby taught me how to smoke 
My baby taught me how to breathe
My baby taught me how to hide
My baby taught me how to leave
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!

My baby taught me how to choke
My baby taught me how to eat
My baby taught me how to fuck
My baby taught me how to be
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!


My old lady taught me (real well?)
My old lady taught me how to read
My old lady taught me how to write
My old lady taught me how to drink...

Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol

My old lady taught me how to smoke
My old lady taught me how to breath
My old lady taught me how to fight
My old lady taught me how to drink...

Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol

My old lady taught me how to choke (joke?)
My old lady taught me how to eat
My old lady taught me how to fight
My old lady would rather be with...

Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol, Alcohol

>Bambi Slaughter (Bambi Kill)

>Hey, the love of two
A desire, is whats for you
is it real? A lulliby?
Face to face, with an unamed mouth
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy!  Hey! hey! Heyyyy!
Feel the spirit form, in his eyes was loving for
And his lion's were raging high, hunts himself & fears his ripe
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy!  Hey! Hey! Heyyyy!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

>Beans

>Beans, beans, beans
Daddy (Jackie?) ate some beans
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans

Naked, naked, naked
Sitting cross-legged
Naked, naked, naked
And he was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans

Wine, wine, wine
Daddy (Jackie?) had some wine
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some wine

Beans, beans, beans
Daddy ate some beans
And he drank some wine
And he was happy, happy, happy
As he drank some beans

Blandest (1988 Demos)

>
You're my favorite 
Of my saviours 
You're my favorite 
Oh no  

Yes you're my favorite 
Of my favors 
You're my razor 
Oh no  

Hey! 
And the situation wasn't quite 
As intense as I thought 
I need you around 
To remind me when not to be calm           (to remind me what not
And the situation wasn't quite                           to become)
As intense as I thought 
I need you around  
To remind me when not to be calm 
Calm, calm, calm

Born In A Junkyard
(Where Were You In '89, Leeds, 10/27/89)

>
I'm long gone from (vertical) 
Somewhere South is stopping (me) 
I'm long gone from the American Dream 
YOu may decide it's not for me 
I'm long gone but I'll let you through 
You may decide it's not for you 
I'm long gone, but I'll let you through 
You may decide there's nothing theree  

Born in a junkyard (x8)  

Gone  

I'm long gone but I'll let you through 
You may decide that it's not that good 
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave 
You may decide on stopping me  

(repeat 2nd verse) 
(chorus) 
(solo) 
(chorus)  

Gone (x16)

>Clean Up Before She Comes

>Clean up before she comes (x5)
Living in a dusty town (x3)
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth

Twenty months has it all (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
I must be getting old (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth
There's something in her eyes
Must be a smile from my mouth

Clean up the dusty town
Living in a dusty town (x3)
Clean up before she comes (x3)
Living in a dusty town

I must be getting old (getting older)
I must be getting old (ate my vegetables)

I'm starting to eat my vegetables

Curmudgeon (Lithium single)

>
     ---[Interpretation 1] 
I can't hide, no 
On the mantle 
I'm not sad 
Tilling that hoe  

It's the season 
I'm all reason 
I have seen 
All I have grown  

Sheared at the seams 
Cheat on me 
And not seen 
Cheat on me 
At the seams  

I'm a lender 
I'm a planter 
I put something 
In the garden  

In the handle 
On the mantle 
I'm not Santa 
I'm not God  

I want a lady 
Can you save me? 
It's the sulfur 
I have grown 
Tis the season 
I'm all reason 
I have fleas 
All I have hoed  
     
     ---[Interpreation 2] 
I can handle, on the mantle 
I'm not sad, 'til I'm home  

'Tis the season, and I'm all reason 
I have seen and I have grown  

  She's at the seams  
  She don't need (x3) 
  In the seams (x3) 
  She don't need 
  Not the seams  

I'm a lecher, on the planter 
I've set something in the (guard)  

In the handle, on the mantle 
I'm not Santa, I'm as (good)  
  
  She's at the seams 
  She don't need (x4) 
  Nothin' seems 
  At the seams (x2) 
  She don't need  

(solo)

My model lady, can you save me? 
It's the sulfur I have drunk  

'Tis the season, and I'm all reason 
I have fleas, so run on home  

  She's at the seams 
  She don't need (x6) 
  At the seams (x2) 
  She don't need

D-7 (Greg Sage and the Wipers
cover; Hormoaning)

>
Straight as an arrow 
Defect defect 
Not straight, not so straight 
Reject reject 
Towards anti-social 
Solo solo 
Standing on the stairs 
Cold, cold morning 
Ghostly image of fear 
Mayday mayday 
Gonna leave this region 
They'll take me with them  

Demension seven    (dimented / dimentia)

Do You Love Me? (Kiss
cover;C/Z tribute compilation)

>
You really like my limousine 
You like the way the wheels roll 
You like my seven inch leather heels 
And goin' to all of the shows  

But... 
Do you love me? 
Really love me? 
Do you love me?  

You like the credit cards and private planes 
Money can really take you far 
You like the hotels and fancy clothes 
And the sound of electric guitars  

You really like rock 'n' roll 
All of the fame and the masquerade 
You like the concerts and studios 
And all the moeny honey that I make  

Your backstage pass and black sunglasses 
Make you look just like a queen 
Even the fans they know your face 
From all of the magazines  

[heckling]

Endless, Nameless
(Non-Nevermind track called The End Of Music)

>
Take me, take me 
See I can, silence  

Here I am, here I am 
Here I am, here I aaaaaaam -- heellp!  

Mother, Father 
Father, Mother  

Silence, here I am 
Take me, see I can 
Silence, see I can 
Silence, see I can 
Silence, see I am -- aaoohhh!  

The (yearning's) after peace,  ( may be: the journey's after peace)
I really think so  

The (yearning's) after peace, 
I really think so  

Mother, Mama 
Father, Mama

Even In His Youth
(Hormoaning, Smells... single)

>
Even in his youth he was nothing 
Kept his body clean going nowhere 
Daddy was ashamed he was something/nothing 
Smears the family name he was something   (Disgrace to family name)
					  (Stripped him of his name)  
Leave this form before you're through     (He was born for your crew)
					  (Read this book before
I've got nothing left to prove                          your through)
If I die before I wake 
Hope I don't come back a slave            (slave = same)

Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through
The Strip (In Utero imports)

>
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing 
  that you're only supposed to use once and then discard. 
Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend. 
My shyness, pet her flow.  

She's only been five months late, 
  even though we haven't had sex for a week.  

A mil a day, a mil, I say.              (meal) 
And my heart's made my....    

Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis. 
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer.  

She's only five weeks late, 
  and I haven't had a date forever.. .
  ever...ever...forever!  

Wish I had more...more opportunity, 
  more chances to remember some things 
  so I couldn't have so much pressure on my... 
  on my...on my, um...ah, on my...um...um...head.   
  
(solo)

We'd have so much more diversity, 
  and so much more input, so much more creative flow,  
  if we had someone in school, a (GIT)...    
  
  GIT...geeks...in...town. 
  Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one... 
  (Dave: inaudible) 
  It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels 
  No, GWC  

Fuck, man, this is a waste of time! 
(laughs) One more solo?   Yeahhhhhhhhh!  Yeaaaahhhhh!  

(solo)  

You're personally responsible for... 
  the entire strip...to be washed away....  
  cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol 
  flowed through the strip and were set on fire  .

It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.  

And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom, 
  and his...silk... 
  and he...he erected a beautiful city... 
  a city of stars.  

(solo)

Help Me, I'm Hungry
(unknown 1990 show & Melkweg, Amsterdam 11/5/89)

>
     ---[Interpretation 1] 
Hold me, there's too much tension 
(ah-grade) me, I'm fuckin' hungry 
Help me, I'm fuckin' cornered 
Grade me, you might be right  

Lightning fucking around in my head 
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up 
People freakin' every day  
White light's in sight (inside) 
What do you want? Huh?  

Cold, naked man, picked off his scabs, and 
Fed them, to the pigeons 
Help him, he's fuckin' cornered 
Grade him, it might be fun  

Lightning fucking around in my head 
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up 
People freakin' every day 
White light's in sight 
I don't know  

Hold me, something's happening 
Help me, somebody help me 
Hold me, I'm fuckin' hungry 
Help me, I'm right here, who (where) are you?  

Naked man, (you say you saw) 
Fed them, to the pigeons 
Help him, he's fuckin' cornered 
Grade him, it might be fun  

Lightning fucking around in my head 
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up 
People freakin' every day 
White light's in sight  
I don't know  

Help me, I'm fuckin' hungry 
Help me, I'm fuckin' up 
Hold me, some fuckin' help 
Aaaahhh! Ahh!  

     ---[Interpretation 2] 
Hold me         get some attention 
Degrade me      I'm fucking hungryr 
Help me         I'm fucking corny (horny) 
Gag me          You make me vomit  

Lie on your fucking resume 
Big, special, it's very, fucked up 
People speaking every night 
White light in your sight 
What do you want  

Four legged man 
Help him        to the pier 
Just help him   He's fucking corny 
Grade him       You make Me Vomit  

Hold me         I'm fucking hungry 
Help me         I'm fucking hungry
Hold me         I'm fucking hungry 
Help me         I'm fucking hungry

Here She Comes Now
(Velvet Underground cover;VU tribute)

>
Aah, if she ever comes now now 

Aah, she looks so good 
Aah, she's made out of wood 
She says so

 If You Must
 (The Extreme)>

>I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, crease unfold
Is it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Pieces for, story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude

If you want, to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, acted out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me

I will wade, in the fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our sightings, come on

I speak, to hear, my voice

I Hate Myself And Want To Die
(B&B compilation)

>
Running nose and runny yolk 
Even if you have a cold still 
You can cough on me again 
I still haven't had my full fill   

In the someday -- What's that sound? 
End it someday -- What's that song?  

Broken heart and broken bones 
Finger pressing down the horse pills  (Finger plaster-cast of the
One more quirky cliched phrase                           horse pills)
You're the one I wanna refill         (You don't wanna wanna
                                                           read them)
(spoken very softly behind the guitar)  

(Words are broken lives) 
Five pieces of board, turned around 
attached to the skull by common wood screws 
A child would like to do it

 Immodium
(Early Version of "Breed")

 
I don't care, I don't care, I care,
   I care, I care, I care if I'm old
I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind,
   I mind, I mind, a mind of my own
Get away, get away, away,
   away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind,
   I mind, I mind, yeah...

If you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree (our dreams)
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could have a tree (all three)
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said

I'm away, I'm away, away, away,
   away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind,
   I mind, I mind, a mind of my own
Get away, get away, away, away,
   away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind,
   I mind, I mind, yeah...

Even if you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree (our dreams)
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could build a tree (all three)
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said

Even if you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree (our dreams)
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could build a tree (all three)
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said

In His Room

>
He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream 
You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dream 
Take him on occassion in the back of the room 
If they don't show any affection he'll died in June  

See the stab wounds in his hands 
See him dying in his room 
He's dying in his room 
He's dying in his room 
Heading for me, heading this way 
He is coming, I don't care  

I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind 
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine 
He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room 
You don't thank him I know I should  

See the stab wounds in his hands 
You killed him, I don't care 
Keep a promise, you would too 
Keep a promise, you would too 
See the silence in his head 
He is coming, I don't care  

We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind 
They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time 
In a conversation whom they don't know 
They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow  

See a famine in his head 
See him coming at their heels 
He loves you, give him a chance 
I don't love him, I don't care 
See him starving, give her hell 
It is over, we don't care In His Room

 Junkyard

 
>I'm long gone from vertical, 
somewhere south is stopping me
I'm long gone from the american dream,
you may decide it's not for me
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, 
you may decide it's not for you.

I'm long gone but I'll let you through, 
you may decide there's nothing there

born in a junkyard

I'm long gone but I'll let you through, 
you may decide that it's not good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, 
you may decide on stopping me
I'm long gone but I'll let you through, 
you may decide it's not that good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, 
you may decide on stopping me.

born in a junkyard
gone

Transcribed by: phth46e@prodigy.com (Philip Elmer)

Marigold (Heart Shaped Box
single)

>
He's there in case I want it all                (wandered off/wanted)
He's scared cause I want                        (warned)  

He's scared in case I want it all 
He's scared cause I want  

All in all the clock is slow 
Six color pictures all in a row 
Of a marigold  

He's there in case I want it all 
He's scared cause I want  

He's there in case I want it all 
He's there cause I want

Moist Vagina (All
Apologies single)

>
She has a moist vagina 
I particularly enjoy the circumference 
The perceptive walls of her anus        (I'll be sucking warts
                                                     off her anus)
I prefer her to any other               (I prefer her to wait at
Marijuana

the other)

The Money Will Roll
Right In (Mudhoney cover, Reading Festival 1992)

>
I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good 
I won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields 
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in  

I want to be a star, I'm going to have a car 
And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit 
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in  

I would give you some, if you only would have treated me nice 
You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid 
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in  

It's fun to be a star, it's nice to have a car 
Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit 
And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in  

The money will roll right in

Oh, The Guilt (Jesus
Lizard split single)

>
     ---[Interpreation 1] 
She seems to think 
She seems too weak 
She takes a week to get over it  

She likes the sea 
She likes to see 
She likes to think she has all of it  

She likes the sound 
She likes the sand 
She likes to stand she can't affod to sit  

She likes to be 
She likes to go    (She hates the guilt)  

She likes the time 
She owns the time 
She buys time and wraps herself in it  

She likes to think 
She seems to breed 
She takes all the rent  

She likes the sand 
She likes to stand she likes to sit  

She seems to think 
She seems to breed 
She takes a week to get all the rent  

She likes to see 
She likes to think, she has all the rent  

     ---[Interpretation 2] 
She seems to think, she seems too week 
She takes a week to get over it  

She likes the sea, she likes to see 
She likes to think she has all of it  


She likes the sound, she likes the sand 
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit  

She likes to be (x3) 
She's into guilt 
Guilt (x3)

She likes to think, she likes to drink 
She seems too weak, she takes all of it (all the rent)  

She likes the time, she owns the time 
She borrows time, to self-invent  

She seems too weak, she likes to see 
She likes to think she has all of it (all the rent)

She likes the sand, she likes to stand  
She likes to sit, she likes to go 
Go (x3)  

(solo)  

(repeat 1st three verses)  

She likes to be (x3) 
She likes to go 
Go (x7)

 On The Mountain

 
>I would never bother you
I would never promise to
I would never bother you
I would never promise to
If I say that word again
I would move away from here 
You won't be afraid of fear
You won't be afraid of fear
You won't be afraid of fear
I am walking in the piss (past)
Always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never felt so well
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right

Whistle and I'll come inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk about someone else
She just wants to love herself
She moves away from here
She just wants to love herself
I won't move from here
You won't be afraid of fear
I won't move from here
You won't be afraid of fear
I am walking in the piss (past)
Always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
And I have never been so well
You know you're right
You know you're right
You know you're right
Maybe you're right...

 Opinion

>Intro Conversation:

DJ:    Kurt Cobain's here. You know, Kurt Cobain from Aberdeen.
DJ:    Whats goin' on baby?
Kurt:  Not a damn thing.
DJ:    I see.
Kurt:  How are you?
DJ:    I'm pretty groovey.
Kurt:  Did I already ask you that?
DJ:    Um, not really.
DJ:    I was fine.  I was just hanging out here on the 
         "Boy Meet Girl Show" and, um, you called up and said, 
         "I wanna play some songs" So I said "Rockin good news!"
Kurt:  Bloody Brilliant!
DJ:    So, uh, whats going on?  Got some new tunes? You going 
         to share them with us or what?
Kurt:  Yes, I'm going to share some new tunes with you...
DJ:    Cool.
Kurt:  And everyone else.  I just wrote most of the lyrics 
         this evening.
DJ:    In the car on the way up here?
Kurt:  While I was driving with one foot.
DJ:    Uh-huh...
Kurt:  I though I'd be as spontaneous as possible, you know.  
         So, um, yeah, that's what I did.  I just thought I would 
         come here, say "hi"
DJ:    Well, let 'er rip.
Kurt:  Ok.

Kurt:  This song's called opinion.

Kurt:  Don't you think that song sounds like taxman?


Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns (before it burns?)
 (You said it all and you glory burns?)

My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (4x)

And there seems to be a problem here.
Your state of emotion seems to clear.
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And they had an affect on our happy talk.

Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (2x)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (2x)

Congratulations you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns.
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns (before it burns?)
 (You said it all and you glory burns?)

Our opinions. Mmm. Mmm.
Your opinions. Mmm. Mmm. (3x)
My opinions. Mmm. Mmm.

Pay To Play (Stay Away
demo, DGC Rarities Vol. 1)

>
Monkey see, monkey do -- I don't know why I 
Walk around, follow you -- I don't know why I 
Throw it out, keep it in -- I don't know why I 
Have to have poison skin -- I don't know why I  

Pay 
Pay to play (x3)  

(Walk) an inch, take a mile -- I don't know why I 
Never faded, never smiled -- I don't know why I 
Never mind, eat and run -- I don't know why I 
Fuck your ass, for the fun -- I don't know why I  

Pay 
Pay to play (x3)  

(guitar riff) 
I don't know why I 
(guitar riff) 
I don't know why I 
Pay  
Pay to play (x3)  

(repeat 1st verse, chorus)  

(guitar riff) 
I don't know why I 
(guitar riff) 
I don't know why I 
Pay 
Pay to play (x3)  

(drum/bass solo)

Ahhhhhhhh! 
Pay to play (x8) 
Aaaaahhhh!   Aaahhhh!  Aaahhhh!

 Pen Cap Chew

>Ummm, lies again (Once again?)
Ummm, mine x3 (lies?)
Ummm, mmmm

You go, you give, you get, you get to me
All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go
You go, you give, you get, you get to me
Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails

Ummm, lies again (Once again?)
Ummm, mine x3 (lies?)
Ummm, mmmm

You're lonely

Waste your time by saying he was gullible (sp?)
Give up all additions in there where it's cold
Push that gate, it is the age of red eye shame
Protest swine, go to jail, the travesty

Two minutes slow...slow...slow...oh

 Raunchola (Run Rabbit, Run)

 
>If it's a hard, cold beat
You can go dance every night
You won't get it shown
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya
??????????????????????????????
Nothing'll make you win
Even the law won't fight
Yeah!

Looking to make your winning
Even if it makes you look nice
You (I?) got a sound that's nice
Watching (making?) the days go by
You can't go to the day lord's house
We don't have no doubt
We go to too many cocktails
Pimples in way..
??????????????????????????????

Return Of The Rat
(Greg Sage and the Wipers cover; Wipers tribute)

>
You better watch out 
You better beware 
They're coming from all sides of the country 
You better beware  

Return of the rat 
No, no, no, no!  

They better confess 
Well, they better confess 
I know, I seen them do it 
They better confess

 Sappy

 
>And if you say your prayers
You will make God happy
And if you do what's true
You will make me happy
I'll keep you in a jar
And you will seem happy
I'll give you breathing holes
You will think you're happy, now

You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room

And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll bring you fine rewards
Then you will feel happy
I'll keep you in my room
I'm sure you'll be happy
And if you save your soul
You will think you're happy now

You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room

Spank Thru (Sub Pop 200
compilation)

>
This song is for lovers out there  (This song I once felt) 
And the little light in the trees 
And the flowers sing among me      (And the flowers are drooping at us)
			           (And the flowers soon remind me) 
And the birds fly happily          (fly at me) 
We're together once again my love 
I hit your back, oh baby baby      (I'll get ya back, oh baby baby) 
I can't explain just why 
We lost it from the start 
Cause living without you girl 
You'll only break my heart  

I can feel it 
I can hold it 
I can mend it                           (bend it) 
I can shape it 
I can mold it 
I can cut it 
I can taste it                          (paste it) 
I can spank it 
Smack it, beat it, masturbate it  

I've been looking for days now          (day-glow?) 
Always hearing the same old 
City boy won't you spank thru? 
I can make you tell things you won't think you ever could

Spectre (1989 Barnyard Demos)

>
To hope is admittance 
Feed before beginning 
Double-sided cynics 
Reflected images                      (Defective) 
Don't be so selfish 
Leaving the image                     (leave and manage) 
Follow it far 
To find where you are 
You haven't grown 
Go on alone  

Never finished his sentence 
Remained in seclusion 
For the next few days 
Family is circuling 
He having moved up                    (Hearing every movement) 
All the styles of heresy              (By the size of the milisead)
Finally he appeared unexpectedly 
Looking for company

Talk To Me (Europe '91)

>
Sit down easy 
Straight from the scene of my heart  

No one's ever seen him 
?? 
? got it only 
I am not sitting 
I am not seven 
I am not shaving 
I am not saving (shipping) away  

Talk to me 
In your own language please 
In your own (room)  

Sit down easy 
?? 
If somehow 
Waiting for a house to ? 
? ever and ever 
? live forever 
? live forever 
??  

Lay down easy 
Right down to the start 
Lay down easy 
Right outside in the snow 
?? 
? whore 
?? 
?? 
??

Token Eastern Song
(commonly known as Happy Hour on bootlegs, Virgin Songs)

>
     ---[Interpretation 1] 
I can read, I can write 
I can breathe, proven fact 
Bless my greed, greased unfold       (That's my greed, it's twofold)

Is it me, or my ego                  (Isn't me)  
Write some words, make them rhyme 
This is for the story line 
Set the mood, something new  

Is it me, or my attitude?  

If you want 
To put on                            (To belong) 
And it meant                         (Have you been) 
The extremes 
Acted out                            (Happy Hour) 
Practicing                           (Practice sing) 
Perfecting                           (Perfect team) 
Break to read                        (Talk to me) 
On to me                             (After me, until me)  

I can wait in the fire               (I will raise an effect) 
I can explain your cycle             (To explain to sight) 
Vital Signs                          (By the time) 
With your breath I will show you mine(The lass is ...) 
I stink in here my boy  

     ---[Interpretation 2] 
I can read, I can write 
I can breed, proven flight 
It's my greed, (truth) unfold
Is it me, or my ego?  

Write some words, make them rhyme 
Pieces for, assembly line  
Set the mood, something new 
Is it me, or my attitude?  

(scream)  

If you want, to belong 
And you miss, the extremes 
The extremes, act it out 
Practicing, perfecting 
Pressuring, undo me 
Undo me, undo me  

I will wade, in the fire 
To explain, your asylum  
Idle times, analyzing 
We'll compare, all our (sightings) -- come on!  

Lost grace, to hear, my voice  

I can read, I can write 
I can breathe, proven fact 
This might be, recent clone 
Is it me, or my ego?  

Write some words, make them rhyme 
Pieces for, story line 
Set the mood, something new 
Is it me, or my attitude?  

(scream)  

If you want, to belong 
And you miss, the extremes 
The extremes, act it out 
Practicing, perfecting 
Pressuring, undo me 
undo me, undo me 
undo me, undo me 
undo me, undo me -- uhhhhh!

Verse Chorus Verse
(No Alternative compilation)

>
     ---[Interpretation 1] 
And if you save yourself 
You will make him happy 
He'll keep you in a jar 
And you'll think you're happy 
He'll give you breathing holes 
And you'll think you're happy 
He'll cover you with dust         (grass) 
And you'll think you're happy now  

You're in a laundry room          (locker room, another room)
You're in a laundry room 
The clue that came to you, oh  

And if you guard yourself         (cut yourself, kill yourself)
You will think you're happy 
He'll keep you in a jar 
Then you'll make him happy 
He'll give you breathing holes 
Then you'll think you're happy 
He'll cover you with dust 
Then you'll think you're happy now  

And if you fool yourself          
You will make him happy 
He'll keep you in a jar 
Then you'll think you're happy 
He'll give you breathing holes 
Then you will seem happy 
You'll wallow in your shit 
Then you'll think you're happy now  

     ---[Interpretation 2]
And if you save yourself, you will make him happy 
He'll keep you in a jar, then you'll make him happy 
He'll give you breathing holes, then you'll make his happy 
He'll cover you with grass, then you'll make him happy now  

  You're in a laundry room 
  You're in a laundry room 
  The clues that came to you -- uuuhhhh  

And if you cut yourself, you will make him happy 
He'll keep you in a jar, then you'll make him happy 
He'll give you breathing holes, then you'll make him happy 
He'll cover you with grass, then you'll make him happy now  

(chorus) 
(solo) 
(solo) 
(chorus)  

And if you fool yourself, you will make him happy 
He'll keep you in a jar, then you'll make him happy 
He'll give you breathing holes, then you will seem happy 
You'll wallow in the shit, then you'll think you're happy now  

(chorus)

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