1. Oedipus

Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun
T-t-dun-dun
Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun
T-t-dun-dun
Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun
T-t-dun
T-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun

I'm the king's thirty-second son
Born to him a thirty-second time
Born to him with my hair still on
Born to him with two eyebrows on
And that's all I was wearing
When I woke up staring at the world

My mom had been a rather crazy queen
But not at all like a sex machine
She liked to keep her body clean, clean
Thought the world to be quite obscene
But she'd retire to her chambers
And we remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

Mm-hmm...

I'm the king's thirty-second son
Man, all it took was thirty second's time
But a spoiled little prince I was not
Had a chamber maid and a chamber pot
And there's thirty-one others just like me
There's thirty-one others I can be

Sometimes I'd stand by the royal walls
The sky'd be so big that it broke my soul
And I'd stand on my toes to catch a glimpse
Of my mother's eyes and my mother's skin
But she'd retire to her chamber
And we'd remain quite strangers

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And one morning I woke up
And I thought, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning and I woke up
And I thought, Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning I woke up
And I thought, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
'Cause thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna, uh, oh
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna, uh, uh, oh

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the

I'm the king's thirty-second son
There's thirty-one others just like me
There's thirty-one others on the way
There's thirty-one others after that

Sometimes I stand by the royal gate
People screaming love and hate
And they scream, and they scream, and they scream, and they scream
Long live the king, long live the queen!

And to see me made her awful sad
And to touch me made her awful sad
And to see me made her awful
And to touch me made her awful

And then one morning I woke up
And I thought, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
Then one morning, and I woke up
And I thought, Rex, Rex, Rex
Then one morning, I woke up
And I thought, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus, Oedipus
'Cause thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still counts
Gonna make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna, uh, uh, uh
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two's still a goddamn number
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two
Thirty-two

Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king

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2. Love Affair

There was a love affair in this building
the kind of love affair, which every respectable building must keep as a legend
Slowly festering through an innocent by the way
or have you heard
he was perfect except for the fact that he was an engineer and mothers prefer doctors and law-yers...

Yet despite this imperfection he was clean looking and respectable looking
and you'll never find a mother who doesn't appreciate a natural man
So he grew healthy aloe Vera plants by the window
healthy teeth in his mouth
healthy hair on his head
He grew healthy wavy brown hair on his head
the kind that babies always go for with sticky little fingers...

3. Poor Little Rich Boy

Poor little rich boy
All the couples have gone
You wish that they hadn’t
You don’t want to be alone
But they want to kiss
And they got homes of their own
Poor little rich boy
All the couples have gone have gone have gone
And you don’t love your girlfriend
You don’t love your girlfriend
And you think that you should but she thinks that she’s fat but she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway
And you don’t love your mother
And you know that you should
And you wish that you would but you don’t anyway
Poor little rich boy
Oh the world is ok
The water runs off your skin
And down into the drain
You’re reading Fitzgerald
You’re reading Hemingway
They’re both super smart
And drinking in the cafes
But you don’t love your girlfriend
You don’t love your girlfriend
And you think that you should but she thinks that she’s fat but she isn’t but you don’t love her anyway
And you don’t love your mother
And you know that you should
And you wish that you would
But you don’t anyway
You’re so young you’re so god damn young
You’re so young you’re so god damn young
And you don’t love your girlfriend

4. Sailor Song

She will kiss you ’til your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americana
Tropicana
All the sailor boys have demons
They sing oh Kentucky why did you forsake me
If I was meant to sail the sea why did you make me
It should have been another state
Oh stay...cause Mary Anne’s a bitch
Mary Anne’s a bitch
Does it matter that out anchor
Couldn’t even reach the bottom of a bath tub
And the sails reflect the moon it’s such a strange job
Playing blackjack on the deck
Still...atop this giant puddle
Dressed in white we quietly huddle with our missiles
And we miss the girls back home
Oh home sweet home...cause Mary Anne’s a bitch
Mary Anne’s a bitch
She will kiss you ’til your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americana
Tropicana

5. Mary Ann

Miss Marry Ann
kept her man
in porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves
and on that day
as scheduled
they made porcupine love, porcupine love

so stiff and stuck and prickly
he came in and then back out quickly
but lord not any quicker than according to plan
like a soldier, one foot in front of the other

Miss Marry Ann
had a man
named Stan, Stan Buttler
he had no antlers
he had no center
he had no enter and he had no exit

his hair was short and prickly
he came in and then back out quickly
but lord not any quicker than according to plan
like a soldier, one foot in front of the other

and how he loved her apple pies,
how he loved her meat loaf,
how he loved her chicken breasts,
how he loved her pudding,
served promptly at eight o'clock,
served promptly at seven
served promptly at ten o'clock,
and promptly at eleven heaven

Miss Marry Ann
kept her cans
in alphabetical order
Miss Marry Ann
began to have
some thoughts of murder

Miss Marry Ann
started to think
real hard about her future
Miss Marry Ann
preferred her meat
to be freshly butchered

oh she killed him rather quickly
man that woman was truly sickly
but lord not any sicker than according to plan
like a soldier, one foot in front of the other

and how he loved her apple pies,
how he loved her meat loaf,
how he loved her chicken breasts,
how he loved her pudding,
served promptly at eight o'clock,
served promptly at seven
served promptly at ten o'clock,
and promptly at eleven heaven

Miss Marry Ann
kept her man
in porcupine gloves, in porcupine gloves
and on that day
as scheduled
they made porcupine love, porcupine lo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-apchu!

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6. Prisoners

All of the prisoners serving life sentences
Wait for the earth to suddenly shake
For the walls to somehow suddenly come crumbling, tumbling, and
For the bars to somehow magically break

Aw, there's nothing wrong with them
That a thousand bucks can't fix
That a thousand arms can't hold down
In the ground, they're tattooing the stones with
Cusses like cavemen, yo' momma was here

But they want to run through the air with no barriers or obstacles
Gunmen or guard dogs or priests
And to rise from the mud and start over and over
With the people all dead

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
If Hans Christian Andersen could've had his way with me
Then none of this shit would have ever gone down
In my cell, I'm tattooing myself with
Mermaids and swallows, and though I do swallow
My mama thinks I'm grown, but I'm really just little
And someday I will remember
Someday I will remember
Someday I will remember

7. Consequence of Sound

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering
Inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

Got a soundtrack in my mind
All the time
Kids screamin' from too much beat up
And they don't even rhyme
They just stand there, on a street corner
Skin tucked in and meat side out and shouting
I'd like to turn 'em down
But there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences
Not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the '60s
and a cliché in our times, but
What if one of these days your heart
Will just stop ticking
And they sort of just don't find you
Till your cubicle is reeking?

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan

Did you know that the gravedigger's still gettin' stuck in the machine
Even though it's a whole other daydream?
It's another town
It's another world
Where the kid's asleep
And the loans are paid
And the lawns are mowed
What'd ya think
All the gravediggers were gone
Just 'cause one song is done?
There's always another one
Waiting right around the bend
Till this one ends
Then it begins
Sqeaky clean
And it starts all over again

The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning
Predicting and warning
And warning and warning of
Possible leakage from news publications, and
Possible leakage from news TV stations; that
Very same morning, right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
The National Geographic was being too graphic
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
The world's got a nosebleed, it said
And we're flooding, but we keep on cutting the trees and the forests!
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV
Who claim they will save us, but want to enslave us, and
Sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder, and
No one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And prophets are silent and rotting away, 'cause

The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Ahh ah ah ah ahh ah ahh ah ah ah, ah
Dan, t-t-dan, t-t-dan-dan-dan-dan
Dan, dan, t-t-dan, t-dan-dan

My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
And they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
And tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories
Nutrition values
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds

8. Daniel Cowman

On the day that Daniel Cowman stopped existing
The world should have ended right then and there
Precisely 4:15, when he stopped existing
The world should have ended
How could it go on?
How could it go on?
How could it go on?

Well, I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist

So now that we've got that straight
Does it mean that I can fly?
Does it mean I that I can go do whatever I want?
Now that we've got that clear
And you know that I'm not here
Does it mean that I can go do whatever I please?

The premature ejaculation of his death sentence
Hit Daniel in the face like a big round spitball, hwk-pfff
And everything got hazy in the courtroom
And then he stood up and then he sat back down
Another two times in a row
And everything got real slow
Like a gunshot in the movies
And he remembered
Heroin Boy walking through the door
Bouncing off the walls and the floor
Taking off his belt
Taking off his pants
Filling up the bathtub
Getting ready to go in for a swim

Singing, I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist

So now that we've got that straight
Does it mean that I can fly?
Does it mean that I can go do whatever I want?
Now that we've got that clear
And you know that I'm not here
Does it mean that I can go do whatever I please?
And he start remembering and remembering and remembering and remembering and remembering...

The Heroin Boy
He walked through the door
And he was screaming
And everybody was like, what's you screaming as if it's the end of the world?
And he was like, well it is.
And I was sittin' in the corner with my pants down
And I was sure someone next door was blowin' up balloons
And they was red and orange

And there was this one lady at the bar
And she was trying to buy gin
And there was this other lady at the bar
And she was trying to sell gin
And it worked out good for the boths of them

And Heroin Boy
Started takin' off his belt
Started takin' off his pants
Started takin' off his shoes
Filling up the bathtub
Gettin' ready to go in for a swim
And I says nooo
You're gonna drooown
He says nooo
I can't drown
Simply because...
Shhhh..

A man destined to hang
Can never drown
A man destined to hang
Can never drown
A man destined to hang
Can never, ever drown
A man destined to drown
Can never burn
A man destined to drown
Can never burn
A man destined to drown
Can never, ever burn
A man destined to fry
Can never, ever, ever
A man destined to fry
Can never, ever, ever
A man destined to fry
Can never, ever, ever die
In any other way
But frying
Lucky that I'm dying
By hanging
And not drowning

So now that we've got that straight
Can't I just be left alone?
I want to take a fuckin' bath.

9. Lacrimrosa

We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
The rain doesn't help

Aah..

If my garden would have a fence
Then the rabbits couldn't just come in
And sit on the grass
And eat all the flowers
And shit

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling
Down
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare, oh God, in mercy
Spare me

Man, I have a terrible feeling
That something's gone awful very wrong with the world
Is it something we made?
Is it something we ate?
Is it something
We drank?

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling
From the dust of Earth returning
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare, oh God, in mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa

We keep on burying our dead
We keep on planting their bones in the ground
But they won't grow
The sun doesn't help
And all we've got
Is a giant crop
Of names
And dates

Hi, I'm Icarus
I'm falling
Down
On this day of tears and mourning
From the dust of Earth returning
Man for judgement must prepare me
Spare, oh God, in mercy
Spare me

Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa
Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla
Judicandus homo reus
Huic ergo parce, Deus

10. Pavlov's Daughter

The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine
pickings getting slim, slimmer
I hear them say my name
regin-ah, regin-ah, regin-a-ah

yes I'm putting the boulder to my ear
and I still can't hear
whadya think I was an amateur
playin' with my temperature...

If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey
Gonna get me some whiskey now...
If I hear another song about angels
if I see another feather on the dumb-box
I'm gonna go to Babylon and get me some whiskey now

My name is Lucille and I know how you feel
I live downstairs
I hear you taking out your garbage
I hear you loving your girlfriend
I hear you loving yourself too
I hear you turning your thoughts off
I turn mine off too
The only thing I hear is you
and you don't sound good and you don't sound nice
and you don't sound good and you don't sound right

and it get's quiet...

Pavlov's daughter woke up in the morning
Heard the bell ring
And something deep inside of her made her want to salivate
So she lay there drooling on her pillow
So she lay there, the sun skimming her skin, and drooling on her pillow
Pavlov's daughter
And it was far away and hazy like a dream
not a dream, but the ocean,
not the ocean, but forever...

The grave diggers getting stuck in the machine...
...And it gets quiet...
As quiet as an ambulance checking out the neighborhood, waiting for the blade to slip and that final blow, but nothing happens, it's a cruel joke
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over the rain forest,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head,
as ironic as a ticker tape parade over my head going down stream... to where...it isn't... even... real...rain... at...all...

11. Chemo Limo

I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and babysat all four of my kids
Then in my dream I told the doctor off he said "if you don’t want to do it
Then you don’t have to do it"
He said "the truth is you’ll be ok anyway"
Then in my dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor went and had a talk with my boss
Something about insurance policies
They kept the door closed at all times
I couldn’t hear or see
When they came out they said "you’ll be ok anyway"
And I smile cause I’d known it all the while
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain’t about to pay for this shit
I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo and on any given day I’d rather ride a limousine
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain’t about to die like this
I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tired it’s making me tired it’s making me tired
You know I planned to retire someday
But mama’s gonna go out in style
Go out in style
This shit is making me tired
It’s making me tired, it’s making me tired
Mama gonna go out in style
When I woke up the kids were being quiet
I knew it was a dream right away
I called the limousine company
Then I got dressed
I dressed the kids as well
The limousine pulled in and we piled in
The doctor he asked which way we were headed
I said "sir let’s just go west" and he listened obediently
Sophie only wanted to listen to radio BBC
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies
Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom
Oh my Barbara she looks so much like my mom
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain’t about to pay for this shit
I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo
And any given day I’d rather ride a limousine
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain’t about to die like this
I can afford chemo like I can afford a limo
And besides this shit is making me tired
It’s making me tired it’s making me tired
You know I plan to retire someday
But mama gonna go out in style
Go out in style
This shit is making me tired
It’s making me tired it’s making me tired
Mama gonna go out in style
Go out in style
Style
I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and babysat all four of my kids
I had a dream
Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and babysat all four of my kids
Sophie only wanted to listen to radio BBC
Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me all about the meanies
Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window
And Barbara, she looks just like my mom oh my God, Barbara she looks so much like my mom
Oh my Barbara she looks so much just like my mom...

12. Us

The made a statue of us
And put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs have fun
Have fun
They’ll name a city after us
And later say it’s all our fault
Then they’ll give us a talking to
Then they’ll give us a talking to
Cause they’ve got years of experience
We’re living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We’re living in a den of thieves
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep
We’re living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We’re living in a den of thieves
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
It’s contagious
It’s contagious
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor’s mama sends regards
They made a statue of us
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We’re living in a den of thieves rummaging for answers in the pages
We’re living in a den of thieves
And it’s contagious
And it’s contagious
It’s contagious, it’s contagious
It’s contagious
It’s contagious
It’s contagious
It’s contagious