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They’ll adore a brand new car
People can be so careless
And what you own is what you are
People can be so careless

People change, can be so strange
People can feel so helpless
People know we all must go
People can be careless with love

People want things to call
People want things to call their own
People need a place to sleep
They need a place to call their home

People need air to breathe
They can breathe without knowing
But sometimes we forget some things
We have a hard time showing love

Fifty million years ago
This place must have been a bore
There weren’t combustion engines
Or a middle-eastern war.

Roaming the earth in search of food
Many years ago, giant reptiles walk the earth
And little do they know…

That they will be so important
To the future when it obtains
Fossil fuels like coal and oil
Made from their remains

Dinosaur Juice!

The T-rex and Pteranodon
I won’t forget to thank
Each time that I’m topping off
Another thirsty tank

And who would we be killing
If it weren’t for all that oil?
The headlines sure would suffer
Without blood on foreign soil!

Dinosaur Juice!

Shades of blue and white and grey
A canvas under which I lay
An ebb and flow of indigo

Slowly waving a goodbye
as houses shrink beneath the sky
The distance grows as my heartbeat slows

And we’re all so small
beneath this atmosphere
I felt alive when you were here

It’s a big blue sky
I’m helpless on my back
as clouds roll by

Pills and sleep if they’re combined
could help to keep you off my mind
Cuz I let you go to bloom and grow

I should have let you know, and never let go
I should have let you know, and never let go

Take my hand and look into my eyes
Tell me everything will be just fine
Hold me tight to try and stop the bleeding
Stay with me until my heart stops beating…

Over that hill on the other side of the tracks
is a maze where people go and never come back.
With clean cars and cookie cutter houses,
we search for meaning like laboratory mouses:
Suburbia!

Catch the zombie parade at nine and five.
I watch the TV just to feel alive.
Even Jesus lost the polls for the upper middle class;
our new religion is picture perfect grass:
Suburbia!

Bless this unsinkable city –
through all the years –
we built a lifestyle with our fears.

Fast food and traffic make me feel at home.
Parking lots are fields where the shopping carts roam.
Who needs sidewalks when everybody’s driving?
Is this really living or are we just surviving?

Streams of cars like waves
on the freeway gleam.
We’ve been living
someone else’s dream.

I’m driving in my car
and I’m never looking back.
I left my suitcase
because in this place
there’s no need to pack.

I’m driving till I hit the ocean,
or at least, run out of gas.
I’ve got a dollar sixty-seven,
I’m going to make it last.

The cars that pass me
could be ghosts for all I know:
Two head lights
and a hazy illumination
from a dashboard radio.

I wish that I could let you know
that I am going to be just fine.
One ring on your telephone at night
could be a reassuring sign.

I never noticed
how still the world can seem
But when you’re driving this fast
everything feels like a dream…

You wanna be down with the scene?
Grab your makeup
You wanna be living the dream?
Just don’t wake up

Everybody hanging
‘round loves your haircut,
“It’s so profound!”
Oh popularity!

Make them happy playing their part:
you better show up.
You wonder why there is pain in your heart:
you’re scared to grow up.

What ever happened to all of those friends?
The people on which you can always depend?
What ever happened to “being true”?
Cuz that’s not you, that is not you.

All of the children,
the boys and the girls,
millions of people all over the world,
all of the papers and magazines,
television cameras, movie screens:
Everybody wants you!
America loves a winner!

I thought by now you would realize
that I have been trying to find
something I left behind.

Hold on to what you think you’ll need.
Don’t hold onto a fantasy.

I will bleed if I meet with something sharper than me.
I will break; all it takes is one more careless mistake.
Time only willing.

Everyone looks happy when they’re fast asleep.
Cuz in our dreams we cling to things that we could not keep.

Oh why can’t you see it in my eyes
that I have been trying from the start.
When I gave you my heart?

I will bleed if I meet with something sharper than me.
I will break; another look from you is all it will take.
Time only willing.

I got burned,
you had control.
I’ll hand it to you honey,
you can rock and roll.
I got lost in those innocent eyes.
I never thought that I’d get taken by surprise.

I signaled for a taxi, but above me instead,
angels grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head.
When the punishment ended we were high above town.
You know without those wings it’s a long way down.

I got served. I got pwn3d.
My friends are telling me
that I should have known.
You need some time honey, that’s okay.
I’ve got a couple chords that I’ve been meaning to play.

The sky is of the deepest blue
It seems as though it’s all brand new
Baby, you’ve got to help me

The sea is of the deepest green
Unlike anything I’ve ever seen
Baby you’ve got to help me

Of all the people who are living in this place
I had to fall in love with one specific face

I’m lost although it’s hard to see
I feel there’s nothing here for me
Baby you’ve got to help me

All of the things that we will never do
All of the words I’ll never say to you
All of the places we will never see
All of the songs you’ll never sing to me

“Try another rope or use the chain.
Make sure that knot won’t slip again.”
Is this what it takes to learn from my mistakes?

With slack unfolding,
my breath was holding,
tied to an anchor.

I thought I was right but I was betrayed:
One step forward was the ocean, one step back was the blade.
Is this what it takes to learn from my mistakes?

What was once me,
cast in the sea,
tied to an anchor.

Oh yes that was me, but I disappeared,
into the deep while everyone cheered.
All of my doubt and all that I feared:
tied to an anchor.

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