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Sky Is Falling
05:23
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written by Christopher and Patrick Bradley
Vocals by Christopher Bradley
You know, we won't be around anyhow Won't feel a thing hit the ground Can't feel no pain and hear no sound Just look at all we have found The Sky Is Falling, falling down The clouds they hug and kiss the ground The only reality is found on TV Don't feel a thing from the world around me Should I stay or should I flee All I see is debris The Sky Is Falling, falling down The clouds they hug and kiss the ground I only wish that I could just get out of its way Maybe if I could have one more day Promise not to go astray Set things right before it all goes grey The Sky Is Falling, falling down The clouds they hug and kiss the ground
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Spit Valve
02:53
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Other Side
03:13
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written by Pat Bradley
vocals by Pat Bradley
Let’s get out of here We can climb the wall To the other side, To the other side I can hear it calling We can escape , we will escape I’ve got a key “It’s the same everywhere” you say Well I want to see it We’ll steal a car, we’ll jump a train To the end of the line, To the end of the line Away from this life, away from this pain Don’t bother to pack Leave it all behind Leave it all behind Leave it all behind Leave it all behind
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Fit
03:50
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written by Christopher Bradley
vocals by Christopher Bradley
I swallowed my tongue last night They tell me it's rare Fix me a cocktail I'll tell you I care I'm sucking on something What else can I do? My muscular structures Are coming unglued Fit I severed my tongue last night He makes a good friend We walk right on down to the strip club Every now and again
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The Grandiose Staircase
02:55
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Coffee Assassin
02:59
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written by Patrick Bradley
Mile after mile Everything is the same Day after day There’s no way to escape People staring straight ahead Above the bodies of the dead A stream of cars it will not end The garbage dances with the wind Mile after mile Every day is the same Day after day There’s no way to escape Machines work while I’m in bed Satellites floating overhead In space there’s a giant lense that watches me closely and I pretend not to know the secrets that it sends through the appliances in the kitchen Assassins from the fridge to the range In the morning my coffee tastes strange
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vocals by Christopher Bradley
We're Driving Evil From The World...
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Everybody Wants
02:56
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written by Patrick Bradley
vocals by Patrick Bradley
Everybody wants to drive a fast car. Everybody wants to have a hot wife. Everybody wants to own a big house. Standing by Sitting still Eyes gone wandering Everybody wants to have a hot wife Everybody wants to live in a big house Everybody wants to wear a nice suit and smooth skin Standing by It didn’t last Everything is a secret Everybody wants to drive a fast car Everybody wants to have a hot wife Everybody wants to live in a big house Standing by Wandering Eye Secret smile But I can’t confide in my dumb, hot wife! But I can’t escape from this big, new house! Everybody needs to have a clean suit with smooth skin and slight tan
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Lullabye
03:15
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written by Patrick Bradley
No, don’t you cry I know you won’t cry No, don’t you cry your eyes Cuddle in my bed With your baby doll And its shrunken head Fifty needles in the eye No, don’t you cry No way your gonna cry This is just my way This is my way This is just my twisted goodbye
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Tympanic Membrane
01:57
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Cornered
03:47
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written by Patrick Bradley
Drawing in near Head in her hand He clenches her fists and tries to understand What kind of man creates his loves only to regret? Must be a desperate one Skin so real Unfinished smile Reptile brain wondering all the while Closer she comes Your neck in her hand Drawing away your breath Trying to understand What kind of man can't find his love? And so he plugs her in only to pull the plug again
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New Year
02:16
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written by Alison Abbruzzi, Patrick and Christopher Bradley
vocals by Patrick and Christopher Bradley
Should I toast this bubbled poison?
Appellation Cogitation
All of those around me frozen
Is it my imagination?
Waiting tension in their lips
But look at how they stare and pose
Pause before my final sin
Waiting for my throat to close
Why do does he stare and sweat
Acting like we are a threat?
Eyes darting left and right
Drink that drink and say goodnight
Little brother, why can't you keep your cool
As the bubbles ever rising
Arsenic I do detect
Licking lips so tantalizing
Do they know that I suspect
Waiting tension in their lips
But look at how they stare and pose
Pause before my final sin
Waiting for my throat to close
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