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Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
On its face it's wearing your confused expression
Where your eyes don't go
Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
You're free to come and go or talk like Curtis Blow
But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders
What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of
Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you
Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go?
Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
You're free to come and go or talk like Kurtis Blow
But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
On its face it's wearing your confused expression
Where your eyes don't go
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If you're scared of dying you better
not be scared to live.
I've been spending all my days
giving all I can give.
Last night I heard someone walking
through my bedroom door.
What they want
I'm not exactly sure.
A friendly ghost,
is all I need.
Working time on a broken watch,
countin' days till the the old shop
sells me back my saxophone
and everyone's gonna leave me alone.
Two times I thought I heard someone
knocking on the glass.
I hit my head
and prayed that it would last.
A friendly ghost,
is all I need.
If you're scared of dying you better
not be scared to live.
I've been carrying round a grudge,
I think I better forgive
Last night I heard footsteps walking
on the attic floor.
Got up and
I opened up the door.
A friendly ghost,
is all I need.
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Is this what you want
Every finger points at me
This might be funny
If it wasn't such a tragedy
After a while
It gets harder to smile
And pretend that things are ok
So when you need the in the middle of the night
I won't be there cos you're always breaking my heart
You're always breaking my heart
You always tear it apart
So cross yourself now
Get down on your knees and pray
But no powers from heaven
Could ever take the darkness away
I've tried climbing the walls
But you've built them too tall
So it's time I walk away now
And when you call me in the middle of the night
There's no one there cos you're always breaking my heart
You're always breaking my heart
You always tear it apart
Reach out a hand to hold
Ain't it sad when the distance grows
Two hearts cling to their fates
Remember that first embrace
But I can't worry anymore
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You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home an the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gained terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
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This is the room, the start of it all,
No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall,
I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain,
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.
Where will it end? where will it end?
Where will it end? where will it end?
These are your friends from childhood, through youth,
Who goaded you on, demanded more proof,
Withdrawal pain is hard, it can do you right in,
So distorted and thin, distorted and thin.
Where will it end? where will it end?
Where will it end? where will it end?
This is the car at the edge of the road,
There's nothing disturbed, all the windows are closed,
I guess you were right, when we talked in the heat,
There's no room for the weak, no room for the weak,
Where will it end? where will it end?
Where will it end? where will it end?
This is the room, the start of it all,
Through childhood, thorugh youth, I remember it all,
Oh, I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain.
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.
Where will it end? where will it end?
Where will it end? where will it end?
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I htink you'll be a lot happier without him!
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no idon't think you were mean at all
you did the right thing and should be proud of yourself, this Ben guy's gotta learn
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hush
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I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
I can't say what I want to
Even if I'm just kidding.
People tell me what to say,
what to think, and what to play.