1. |
Intro
00:15
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2. |
The Dorian Gray Show
03:03
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Seen it before, SaW it last week
Episode numbers match but details don't
Seventeen years in U-matic tapes
are you just telling me what TV won't?
What's he doing with the drink?
Now they're getting in the car
Oh, god, I don't remember this
All those hotel rooms
All those unsealed cans, Oh, god,
I don't remember this at all
For ages you kept everyone blind to
public and private life disparities
Hoping the dog, kids and a wife
would outmatch you in nuclearity
Now he's loading up
the loaded up
oh, god, I don't remember this
Now you've made a family, like yours
but amphibious, oh god,
I don't remember this at all
Scrawled in black
on the back
three numbers matching the date in the papers
Push it in,
if the sin's
yet to begin, is there time? could I save her?
CMB
Snowy peaks
and warring fleas, won't you show me the picture?
Tires screech
Turn the key
the floorboards creak as he walks like a fennec,
satin gloves
likely 'cause
it ill becomes him to lead the forensics,
counts to four,
moving forward
like the doorknob was wired to semtex,
Droste effect
on the set
she turns her head, now she's sure what the end is
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3. |
Marian
03:11
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when life's akin
to nothing more than a candle in the wind
how can I help but fear
what would become of her if I wasnt here
would her and Homer Collyer be peers?
run a red light, make a pancake on the pavement
home-invader-cum-assailant, hell, a safe to the cranium
there's too many ways, and now, alone, chaperoneless,
she begins to decompose, time corroding her bones like a rose in acid rain
who's takin' care of my Marian
when I'm gone, when I'm gone?
who's takin' care of my Marian
when I'm gone, when I'm gone?
when I'm gone, when I'm gone?
but really, who to trust
with treating little Marian justly?
when each day, each hour
I'm surrounded by those who disavow her
like a redneck shooting at a water tower 'cause he thinks its a ufo
gimme a remote, securely latched in a satchel
and attached to a manacle, attached to my hand
and if I'm starting to pass, with presses of the remote,
notifications apropos of my EKGs plateuing are bestowed upon the ones that I
choose to take care of my Marian
when I'm gone, when I'm gone
Who's takin' care of my Marian...
I'm not ready to go yet
please don't let me go yet
so much I want to see her
do and much left to teach her
she's still just a kid
and even things that we did
that brought anger, distress
sorrow, pain or unrest
not much I wouldn't give
just once more, to relive
any day of those years
before all of my fears
came to pass
it's my last
breath, I take it
come fast death, I embrace you
In the past, I was afraid to
but afraid doesn't get things done
she'll be alright
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4. |
Trash Boat
03:10
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5. |
Should I Harm That Girl?
04:38
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Should I harm that girl?
Would it be unjust
to cut her spirit down
and turn her dreams to dust?
Should I harm that girl?
or Should I set her free?
Should I let her go?
Knowing full well what she's done to me
Heaven knows my hands have never been red
and heaven knows I know what heaven has said
but there's a fire burning deep inside
Try as I might to put it out, the flames engulf me as they spread
I'm talking like it's homicide when it's barely a scratch
She's got strength of character, and resillience to match
And what kind of man would I be (what kind of man?)
if I didn't treat women equally?
An eye for an eye is the law
If you'd seen the things that I saw, you'd be
a husk, a hollow shell,
and if your soul were damned to hell
you wouldn't care
could one care?
Oh no
Those thoughts, here they come again
oh no
Please don't let them get me
Please don't let them get me
Please don't let them get me
Should I harm that girl
Would shadows in the night
drag me to the precipice
and kill me with one strike?
oh, and could I harm that girl?
How capable am I
of burdening the guilt
of acts I can't hope to indemnify?
what becomes of she if I should draw near?
and what becomes of me if people should hear?
but how can I forgive her for the wicked
deeds she's done to me, those scars
they won't just up and dissappear
she's corrupt, yes, it's just justice, and I'm in the right
I'd cut off my nose if I had a face left to spite
the girl must atone for her sins (she must atone)
I'll teach her that rectitude always wins
the cost may be tough to outweigh,
but she might even thank me one day, oh how
I wish that I could bowldlerize
the devil on my shoulder's cries
for blood
he wants blood
Oh no
Those thoughts, here they come again
oh no
Please don't let them get me
Please don't let them get me
Please don't let them get me
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6. |
Outro
00:14
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