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Patronize This
03:59
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Mother good, don't you be so rude
You got a stereo store in my neighborhood
This and that, fucking tit and tat
You know she's always going on about the laundromat
She gots all the tea in China
She gots half of everything
And I don't believe I owe her a thing
A Marshall stack for the newborn mack
Suppose your mother never taught your brother how to act
Your kids get fed no matter what you said
You never brush your fucking teeth before you go to bed
She gots all the tea in China
She gots half of everything
And I don't believe I owe her a thing
You can't buy me off
You can't buy me off
No matter what you say
I don't give a fucking fuck about the government
I blow my lid, I got a winning bid
Somebody gotta know the future of the one-less kid
You turn to crack, how to counteract
You got two dozen more conditions of a fiction fact
She gots all the tea in China
She gots half of everything
And I don't believe I owe her a thing
You can't buy me off
You can't buy me off
No matter what you say
I don't give a fucking fuck about the government
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2. |
The Question Posed
04:11
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Where did all your money go?
You were so damn rich, now you're fucking broke
How'd you get the plant to grow
When you'd rather talk shit than buy seed to sow?
Where's your motivation?
Where's your motivation, bro?
Where's your motivation?
Where's your mo-ti-va-she-own?
What's the deal with "I don't know"?
When you never got an answer to the question posed
How'd you get in your position?
How'd you get in your position, bro?
How'd you get in your position?
How'd you get in your po-zish-e-own?
Where's your motivation?
Where's your motivation, bro?
Where's your motivation?
Where's your mo-ti-va-she-own?
What's the answer to the question posed?
All the people smiling like they know
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3. |
Get With It
04:37
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Your format's not supported by any software that I own
And your hardware's obsolete by any standard that I know
Your Apple II won't process multitasking video
And your 5 1/4" floppy disks contain MIDI audio
Your 200MB hard drive's got all the files that it can hold
And your 14.4k modem holds me up when I download
Your calls are not returned by customer support on the phone
And your transfer rate when chatting puts you in a different time zone
Get with it
Get with it
That's the ticket
Your VRAM cannot be configured to display ASCII on the screen
And your Random Access Memory can't even buffer an MPEG stream
Your hard copy looks like nothing you would see in a magazine
And your mini ATX tower is the size of a fucking bean
Get with it
Get with it
That's the ticket
Your motherboard has no support for USB or AGP
And you keep overclocking your processor to play Duke Nukem III
Your experience in computing won't ever help you get into IT
And your monetary restrictions won't ever let you outdo me
Get with it
Get with it
That's the ticket
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4. |
Watch Your Back, Jack
04:02
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Are you out of transactions?
Are you out of your mind?
Are you out on a limb, my friend?
Are you out on a wire?
Are you out of the business?
Are you out of my life?
Are you out on the swing, my friend?
Are you out on the sign?
No one thought you'd be coming back
Not after a first round heart attack
The office pool's been getting rude to you
You better watch your back, Jack
Are you out of conditions?
Are you out of my eyes?
Are you out on a binge, again?
Are you out on a kite?
Are you out of contention?
Are you out with the guys?
Are you out on a kick again?
Is it time to give in?
No one thought you'd be coming back
Not after a first round heart attack
The office pool's been getting rude to you
You better watch your back, Jack
You left space for nothing when you walked out of that door
If I can't see you, I can't see nothing at all
There's no hope for violence here; it's time to give it up
Wipe off your glasses, Jack, 'cause this bullshit is your fault
Now sing it
(Please don't make me)
I fucking won't
I won't
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5. |
Red Hot Fiction Love
03:53
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God, I can't live without you
You make me lose my head
The way you shake your body
The way you shake the bed
When I ask you a favor
You always keep in touch
So wrap your legs around me
I ain't asking for much
'Cause you're horny, horny
Yes, you're horny, horny as all fuck
And I'm horny, horny
And I'm horny
It's red hot fiction love
You live in castles and mansions
I drive Mercedes-Benz
You got a maid and a butler
I drink expensive gin
When I need a good quickie
I pick you up for lunch
We fuck each other's brains out
Then we have cookies and punch
'Cause you're horny, horny
Yes, you're horny, horny as all fuck
And I'm horny, horny
I'm so horny
It's red hot fiction love
We're topics for a novel
Cosmo article
We jet off in an airplane
So no one finds us
We get in at the Apollo
Because we are so cool
And I'm so in love
And I am such a fool
'Cause you're horny, horny
Yes, you're horny, horny as all fuck
And I'm horny, horny
I'm so horny
It's red hot fiction love
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6. |
Watering the Weeds
04:33
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I got a new reservation
I don't know where it starts but I know where it leads
I fought the new revelation
They put me on the spot, so I put them to rest
I said
We will water the weeds
("You never stop until you get closer," I said)
I got a new sense of vision
I haven't yet begun, but I know how it ends
I said
We will water the weeds
("You never stop until you get closer," I said)
La
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7. |
I Rested
00:06
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8. |
Pure Gold
01:49
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In repetition of the number three
I always think that God's trying to fuck with me
Slip both my hands down so I can't see
I always think that God's trying to fuck with me
It's like the maker, He plays with us, plays with His toys
He makes a living by the method employed
I knew my rights & wrongs at the age of three
I always think that God's trying to fuck with me
And everything I say becomes pure gold
And everyone does just as they're told
And I never thought I could be so cold
Truth's a commodity; bought and sold
Throw all my things out into the sea
I always think that God's trying to fuck with me
Process me individually
I always think that God's trying to fuck with me
It's like a cancer, a cancer built to search and destroy
To blow my brains out and orphan my boy
It's something coming that I'll never see
I always think that God's trying to fuck with me
And everything I say becomes pure gold
And everyone does just as they're told
And I never thought I could be so cold
Truth's a commodity; bought and sold
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Make a stop at the coffee shop
Crack house just down the block
And I don't think it's a phobia
I would try to sleep
I would try to sleep
But every time I lay down my head
I got the monster underneath my bed
He makes annoying sounds
Let's shop at the truck stop
Yellowjackets eighty cents a pop
And I don't think he can slow me up
I would try to sleep
I would try to sleep
But every time I lay down my head
I got the monster underneath my bed
He makes annoying sounds
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10. |
Song for James II
04:19
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Jamie's looking for a new tattoo, yeah
The last one's yet to fade; he wants one anyway
And I'm certain that there's not much to it
But who am I to say?
It's not like they give 'em away
He's just looking for an insight/groove, yeah
Something to relate; to make us feel okay
And I'm choking on the excess truth, yeah
I can't get used to it
I can't get used to it
Body altering's the in sensation
Piercing or paint; they want it either way
They sing about it on the radio station
The rockers look so gay
Nipple rings and toupee
Prefer to look at it as mutilation
Not like I have a say; privacy to invade
And I'm never gonna get into it
I can't get used to it
I can't get used to it
Your etched-in-paint skin will always puzzle me
You get me so high that I don't know what to think
You got it always
It ain't coming off
So you're stuck with it for life
Jamie's looking for a new tattoo, yeah
But unlike Shannon Deuel, the spine-on-spine is cool
It's got something that has swept the nation
Hordes of the teenage line up for metal in face
And get their girlfriend's name on their shoulder
Laser removal, they say, be cheaper in a decade
And I'm sucking up rebellious youth
I can't get used to it
I can't get used to it
Jamie's looking for a new tattoo, yeah
The last one's yet to fade; he wants one anyway
And I'm certain that there's not much to it
But who am I to say?
It's not like they give 'em away
He's just looking for an insight/groove, yeah
Something to relate; to make us feel okay
And I'm choking on the excess truth, yeah
I can't get used to it
I can't get used to it
Your etched-in-paint skin will always puzzle me
You get me so high that I don't know what to think
You got it always
It ain't coming off
So you're stuck with it for life
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Your POV ain't what it's supposed to be
Ate up inside
You fight your battles with the mafia
A knuckle's worth of pride
You got a lot to say about everything
But you're always lying
If I were you, I would try to hide my lies inside
Fuck all the things you say about reasoning
You can't decide
Force shame onto everyone that you meet
A knuckle's worth of pride
You keep insisting you're not using me
To be your guide
If I were you, I would try to hide my lies inside
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12. |
Have Patience
04:48
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Get a little bit of something
That you want the world to hear
Said I'm sending you a postcard
Why should I when you're right here
Today is not the day
You must learn to wait
Thanks to you I have the patience
Can't wait for you to find out
Got an interesting feeling
That your end will come about
Today is not the day
You must learn to wait
Everyone you know is talking shit behind your back
And the more I know, the more I feel caught in the act
Your Imclone tricks won't ever play no tricks on me
The view of you, it's almost burning my eyes
I hoped it'd see it as not such a surprise
Multiple takes won't let me take you for a ride
Fuck you, I have patience
You can fuck yourself and die
I don't need a fucking critic
You can fuck yourself and die
Today is not the day
You must learn to wait
Everyone you know is talking shit behind your back
And the more I know, the more I feel caught in the act
Your Imclone tricks won't ever play no tricks on me
The view of you, it's almost burning my eyes
I hoped you'd see it as not such a surprise
Multiple takes won't let me take you for a ride
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