2 4 6 8 Eyesight to the Blind  
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PAYCHECK
[1994 pre-Demos]

Consumed by the one's who made her
She's a faker, always let's me down
dressed up like a capital shaker
pull the ???? that judgement let her down
I'll have your guts for garters, just for starters
don't you make me frown
she could've been a nutter
so I had to cut the mother down
Slacker, wasting half is life on sniffing glue
now he's a foreman working for the red the white and blue
plain sailing, safe surfing
public peeling, back stab

Confused by the one's who break her
She's a faker, never makes a sound
undressed like a soul in prayer
buy a share, pay her by the pound
I'll have your face for breakfast
I'm in excess, need of a stroke down
she could've been a nutter
so I had to cut the mother down
Slacker, wasted half is life on speed
now he's reformed and working for the red the white and blue
plain sailing, shoulder rubbing
dental flossing, back stab

Pay - check, Pay - check

Save the best for later
be careful not to stain the sheets now
you god damn liar
take me higher

I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing, I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing

Slacker, wasted half is life on sniffing glue
now he's reformed, working for the red the white and blue
plain sailing, wife swapping
stool pigeon, back stab.

Pay - check, Pay - check

save the best for later
be careful not to stain the sheets now
you god damn liar
pants on fire

cold ????
but this one really takes the piss
it's likely to proquandry
I deserve so much more than this.

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KITSCH OBJECT

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Snook your way backstage
Paris sets the rage
coursing on your brain
so now I slip away

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless.. Bare.. Faithless... Scared

Know that bitches face??
All seen better days
So quick to blow your fuse
But that's the life you choose

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree
With artistic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless.. Bare.. Faithless... Scared

Snook yourself backstage
Paris sets the rage
coursing on your brain
so now I slip away

Just like every lichen, how you stick to me
If your luck is dying now, go and plant a tree
With poetic license, always comes for free
Just like every lichen, how you stick to me

Weightless.. Bare.. Faithless... Scared

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2 4 6 8
[1994 pre-Demos]

Let me this story about this ambidextrous talk show host
that I used to live with who once told me that the sky was green.
I didn't believe him so I hit back with a short sharp shot
Disco me to oblivion baby.
He uh, couldn't appreciate my sense of humour
and that's when we started to grow apart.


Homemaker
Heartbreaker
Homemaker
Heartbreaker


Strange
Feelin
Pain
Feelin
Wretched
Ohhh
My soul


No pain
No gain


Well things didn't improve for our relationship when I was seduced by his wife
and then I fell in love with his daughter.
And I can't help who I fall in love with, ok?
Then one day I accidently castrated his prized poodle
with an electric can opener. OUCHA!
He kicked me out of the house and he burnt all my pictures
of his sweet Jimmy Dean.


Homemaker
Heartbreaker
Homemaker
Heartbreaker


Strange
Feelin
Pain
Feelin
It's wretched
Ohhh
My soul


If it don't hurt
It don't work
No


I was alone but that was only the beginning
Said I was alone but that was only the beginning
Yeah I was alone but that was only the beginning
I was alone but that was only the beginning


Homemaker
Heartbreaker
Homemaker
Heartbreaker


Strange
Feelin
Pain
Feelin
It's wretched
Ohhh
My soul


2 4 6 8
Who do we appreciate?
2 4 6 8
Who do we appreciate?
Say 2 4 6 8
Who do we appreciate?
2 4 6 8
Who do we appreciate?


Strange
Feelin
Pain
Feelin
It's wretched
Ohhh
My soul

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KANGAROO DIED
[1994 pre-Demos]

Well the doctor keeps me waitin'
The blood in my brain
The pain in my chest
Oh Oh Oh
Only happens when it's rainin'
The smoke in my lung
The beer in my gut
Oh Oh Oh


Feelin' like a motherfuck
The only way is down from here
Oh Oh Oh
Feelin' like a motherfuck
The only way is down from here
Oh Oh Oh


It's a nightmare in the alley
The undertaker's there
With his bowler hat
Oh Oh Oh
And his coffin eyes are empty
The ex-wife she's there too
Grinnin' like a Cheshire cat
Oh Oh Oh


And I'm feelin' like a motherfuck
The only way is down from here
Oh Oh Oh
Feelin' like a motherfuck
The only way is down from here
Oh Oh Oh


I'm tryin' to buy a drink
But the barmaid's cross-eyed
Why'd they let her work here?
Hell I just don't know
I find it hard to think
Since my kangaroo died
Why'd she have to leave me?
Hell I just don't know
I don't know


Well the priest is at the pulpit
Tellin me I'm wrong
Tellin me I'm sickening
Oh Oh Oh
To believe him is to forfeit
Everything I am
And everything I'll never be
Oh Oh


So I'm feelin' like a motherfuck
The only way is down from here
Oh Oh Oh
Feelin' like a motherfuck
The only way is down from here
Oh Oh Oh


I'm tryin' to buy a drink
But the barmaid's cross-eyed
Why'd they let her work here?
Hell I just don't know
I find it hard to think
Since my kangaroo died
Why'd she have to leave me?
Hell I just don't know
I don't know


Always were departed
Deep inside your heart
Always wanted to return
To your body
But I'm not sure again

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Eyesight To The Blind
[1994 pre-Demos]

You don't know me
And you never hold me
Like your little piece on the side
My mother told me
That you're never lonely
When you're laughing all the time
Inside out and outside in
You bring eyesight to the blind
Crying is a crime
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
You don't know me
And you never hold me
Like your little boy in blue
My father told me
That you're always lonely
When they're all laughing at you
Inside out and outside in
You bring Jesus to the jew
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down

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  Hang On To Your IQ
[1994 pre-Demos]

Tonight
Touch me when our passion's through
That's right
They're all dead I'd hate to miss you
Feeling so much older
Now my body's colder
Tonight
You crush me like I was a boulder
It takes two to piss in faces
Keeps alive but leaves no traces
Trigger shoots like violent chases
In this depth is my oasis
Hang on to your IQ
Hang on to your ID
Hang on to your IQ
And please hang on to me
Tonight
Don't speak my name
Tonight
Let's break the rules of this boring game
Some key morning
And I'll get used to slashing back and choking
Tonight
When you said you loved me you were joking
It takes two to piss in faces
Keeps alive but leaves no traces
Trigger shoots like violent chases
In this depth is my oasis
Hang on to your IQ
Hang on to your ID
Hang on to your IQ
And please hang on to me
Careful not to give your favors
To the lonely housewife neighbors
I had one who one sent me her heart
In a tupperware container
Don't you dare touch my stash
And give me cigarette ash
Nothing tastes as sweet as incest
In this empire of the senses
Singing songs not meant to be sung
Beating like my bleeding heart
Careless slipping of the tongue on
Just another private part
Rabid search for stoned affection
Fights the lust that breeds infection
Meet me at the intersection
Don't forget your fuel injection

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