I love my computer
you make me feel alright
every waking hour
and every lonely night
I love my computer
for all you give to me
predictable errors and no identity
and it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
all I need to do is click on you
and we'll be joined
in the most soul-less way
and we'll never
ever ruin each other's day
cause when I'm through I just click
and you just go away
I love my computer
you're always in the mood
I get turned on
when I turn on you
I love my computer
you never ask for more
you can be a princess
or you can be my whore
and it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
the world outside is so big
but it's safe in my domain
because to you
I'm just a number
and a clever screen name
all I need to do is click on you
and we'll be together for eternity
and no one is ever gonna take my love
from me because I've got security,
her password and a key

I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner,
in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America,
I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying,
and that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds

and Damned out loud,
he, can you tell me how does it feel?

yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second,
doing anything that you don't have to?
well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me

when I slept with stony faces on the riverbank,
my angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying,
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything, and now
we're all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles,
on an endless graveyard train

yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, doing
anything just 'cuz you want to?
well, that's just what I do so hooray for me

yeah, I was dreaming through the "howzlife", yawning,
car black, when she told me "mad and meaningless as ever..",
and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
for a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence

oh, yeah, I'm not respectable, and never sensible,
I've been incredible so damned irascible
and I like the things I do so hooray for me

Tell me can the hateful chain be broken?
Production and consumption define our hollow lives.
Avarice has led us 'cross the ocean,
Toward a land that's better, much more bountiful and wide.
When will mankind finally come to realize
His surfeit has become his demise?
How much is enough to kill yourself?
That quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away.
Tell me is there anything so sure?
Rapacity, tenacity, capacity for more!
Like a dog that feeds until he suffers,
The infirmity of man is brough on by his selfish cure.

Amid the heat and the wrack
Hot boots invested and cracked
Poor candidates jacked into gray light
An ultraviolent call summoning both poet and thrall
Sweet catalyst for the acolytes

Our Heroes and Martyrs
present two points of view
Which deity you’re praying to?
(What’s the sense of heroes & martyrs?)

Into a welter of night
Flack, rounds and roiling blight
Cracked vertebrates stacked by the wayside
An ultraviolent call summoning both poet and thrall
The inveterate blind seeking daylight

Our Heroes and Martyrs
present two points of view
Which deity you’re praying to
(What’s the sense of heroes & martyrs?)

Now get up and give in I’ll crack your knuckles again
Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation
And get so mean
I want to know what it means

(Did you laugh?) You know I did
(Did you cry?) I couldn’t get it right
(Did you live?) Always on the edge
(Did you lie?) Causing such a fright
(Did you love?) Oh to be forgiven
(Did you try?) But it wouldn’t be right

God it feels like an honest goodbye
Whoa ho ooh whoa ooh whoa ooh whoa -
That sick brass boy day dreamin’ - cry baby convict demon Hands so clean - A sympathetic cold blooded killing machine
How did you get so mean?
I want to know what it means…

(Did you laugh?) You know I did
(Did you cry?) I couldn’t get it right
(Did you live?) Always on the edge
(Did you lie?) Causing such a fright
(Did you love?) Oh to be forgiven
(Did you try?) But it wouldn’t be right

God it feels like an honest goodbye

woozin oahhs

As I walk beneath the valley
I shall fear no evil
For thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet
Today murder is legal

God I know that it's wrong
To kill my brother for what he hasn't done
And as the planes blacken the sky
It sounds like heaven is falling (heaven is falling)
It sounds like heaven is falling
You promised me a new day of dawning
I see a thousand points of light
Like so many points of hatred, shame, and horror

(ooh ooh oh) God I want to be a man
(ooh ooh oh) But I don't want to die with a rifle in my hand
And as the planes blacken the sky
It sounds like heaven is falling (heaven is falling (ooh ooh oh))
It sounds like heaven is falling 
You promised me a new day of dawning
Well nothing here looks new to me
But a score of mothers’ sons
Caught 'tween the devil and the deep blue sea

Stranded
In a life in which your struggle for acceptance
Is a never-ending chore,
Upbraided
For your actions past and present and rewarded for the ideas
Of the future's bright open door.
The henchman
Is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes
Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward.
So what good advice have I got for you
To insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate?
Don't be a henchman,
Stand on your laurels,

Back in '83 a man came to me and he told me "son, our way of life is done"
But I was only young

With an eye to the fields speculators and yields rotten to the core
Monoculture whores entered the bidding wars from distant shores

I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea

Oh the sinuous trails of concrete and rails and exhausted roars
Population wars setting our future course

Is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale between
Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be but

I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea
I don't wanna be in the land known as destitute and free
With the grains of wrath blazing a path from sea to shining sea

Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song
Or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along
Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me
Resound like a cacophonous symphony
But I don't wanna hear it anymore
Priests and politicians pretend they're your friend
And police speak to you like you're a child again
Blanket statements cover you like a rug
And thet tell me maybe I'm acting a little too smug
But I don't wanna hear it anymore

and did those feet in ancient times trod on america's pastuers of
green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and
beliefs all unseen? i don't think so, he's up there with the others
laying low, vying with those who you've traded your life to to bless
your soul, and have they told you how to think, cleansed your mind of
sepsis and automony? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled
yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion is just synthetic