1. |
She's Electric
04:37
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She said: Something shocked me
I almost lost my head
was going down on Gary but Indiana wants me dead
I got no sins to repent
Oh, it's electroshock instead?
With all your common decency
No recent converts, you said?
Cuz what to you is a vice
you see, to us that's a life
And if you want indecent, Pence
We'll show you a pervert!
She's Electric! Try and blow her mind
She's electric! She'll blow yours next time
Hear that Mike? Wanna shock, just try
She's Electric! She'll blow your mind
She brought a white picket sign
to your white picket fence
She says your white wash virtues
lack some real common sense
From her mega watt lips
to her fruit flies on Grand
She warned'em, watch your brains
and she shocked'em with a stand
The slapdash bootstrap lace up routine
of a gutter prophet
finger socket shocking
street queen
She's Electric!
Don't need your highwire trip down memory lame
or your small-minded, tunnel-vision, biblical shame
Get it crystal clear, cleaver, she am sho she am
and your shock-treated crusade is a biblical shame
She's a God, a Queen, and your worst dream
in that order
the more you try to change her
the more you embold her
the more you try to change us
the more you embold her
SHE'S ELECTRIC!
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2. |
Bedroom Heretic
04:25
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Catholic guilt
Lazy blow
Easy come
Easy go
Three ways
Holy ghost
Body bread
Sacred host
Sipping blood
Divine wine
Coming flood
Mating time
Loose lips
Speaking tongues
Bedroom Heretic
Jesus comes
It's a testament to get laid / He's got me on my knees
I never have to be afraid / cuz Jesus comes for me
Burning bush
Branch ablaze
Parted waters
Parting ways
Samson hair
Judas kiss
Watchful glare
Leaving quick
Catholic guilt
Hitting hard
Promised Hell
Flesh scarred
Barely touched, but
Cain marked
Bedroom heretic
Something sparked
I tasted what I shouldn't have / just like the apple and Eve
But I never have to be afraid / cuz Jesus comes for me
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3. |
Feels
04:17
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Ice caps are impatient
for summers too long to love.
We're all waiting to harden;
we're getting harder to know.
Bow down to your ruler;
kings need help to hide.
But pawns move where they want to,
just one square at a time.
This is the shape of a century--
an axis bent like an arc.
It's paramount to be sensitive
when you're swimming with sharks.
Take my hand through the rubble;
take your time if it's hard.
They'll sense our fear if we let them;
we'll feel our way through the dark.
Once winter felt like forever:
we didn't know what we'd miss.
What it felt like to feel nothing--
now every day feels like this.
Bow down to your ruler
if you want to survive,
or take a knee to the future;
we'll get through this alive.
This is the shape of a century--
we're feeling ready to go.
It's paramount to be sensitive
or get left in the cold.
Take a knee to your ruler
if you want to survive
with half a heart when it's over--
we'll get through this alive.
Take my hand through the rubble;
take your time if it's hard.
They'll sense our fear if we let them;
we'll feel our way through the dark.
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4. |
Soft Boys
03:34
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Soft boys can only take it as far
as a taut rope with nothing to give
bound twine tight on my heart
but I'm fresh out of fucks to give
Soft boys can only pull rope so far
but all it takes is twine to keep me captive
and soft boys don't mind taking their time
but I'm fresh out of fucks to give
and I'm the same bitch when I'm down and out
as I am when you get me high
I'm the same bitch when you're not around
but you're a different boy every night
Shoot me down, shut me down
let's get it straight
fill me up, full of it
Let's get it straight
fill me up, full of it
Let's get it straight.
You wrapped me round your finger so now it's too late
to pull without unravelling, let's get it straight.
You know, soft boys will take take take take
but they always need you to give
and of course soft boys will fake fake fake
and ask you to laugh about it
Soft boys can do it if they black it out
and they like telling you what you wanna hear
Soft boys like you on your hands and knees
assuring hin that he's not a queer
but I'm the same bitch if I'm straight or gay
and you're a million different men every day
I'm losing patience trying to keep it up
this tragicomic passionless play
Shoot me down, shut me out
Let's get it straight
Let me down, let me out
Let's get this straight
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5. |
Software
04:38
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Plugged in,
there's life left in you yet.
Turned on,
perfect memory,
you won't forget.
Software
you're the hardest habit to kick.
Software
you're so easy,
it's making me sick.
Have a heart;
I'm made of parts,
just like you.
Hard drive,
easy smile,
like it's all mapped out.
Long ride,
say your name
like you're always around.
Software
hard up for pressing start.
Software
hard-wired for breaking apart.
Have a heart;
I'm made of parts,
just like you.
Don't wish on stars...
Why can't you see?
You're a realer boy
than I'll ever be.
You have no face.
You have no body.
But you're better
than anybody.
Software
you're the hardest habit to kick.
Software
you're so easy,
it's making me sick.
You'd never lie;
you'll never leave.
Who needs a real boy
just like me?
You've got no arms;
you've got no strings.
Who needs a real boy
for anything?
We'll never know,
oh, but I'm sure--
don't need a real boy
to show me more.
Who needs a real boy for anything?
Who needs a real boy just like me?
Have a heart;
I'm made of parts,
just like you.
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