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| Pretty. Odd. | A Fever You Can't Sweat Out |
Introduction
The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage
London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks
Camisado (Relax, Relapse)
Time to Dance
Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
Intermission
But It's Better If You Do
I Write Sins Not Tragedies
I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't
Build God, Then We'll Talk |
| » The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage « |
Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time
C'mon, just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good, now we're making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe
This may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see?
I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Applause, applause, no, wait, wait
Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make
It seems the artists these days are not who you think
So we'll pick back up on that on another page
And I believe
This may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see?
I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives |
| » London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines « |
Stop stalling
Make a name for yourself
Boy you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out
If you talk
You better walk
You better back your shit up
With more than good hooks
While you're all under the gun
Start talking "a sensationalist"
Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent
If you talk
You better walk
You better keep your mouth shut
With more than good hooks
While you're all under the gun
Panic! Meet the Press
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us to take a chance
Panic! Meet the Press
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines
Make us it
Make us hip
Make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word we wrote
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines
Make us it
Make us hip
Make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word we wrote
I'm burning
And I'm blacking my lungs
Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
If you talk
You better walk
You better back your shit up
With more than good hooks
While you're all under the gun
Start talking "a sensationalist"
Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent.
Oh, keep quiet!
Let us sing like the doves
Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof
Just for the record
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A. Indifference and
B. Disinterest in what the critics say
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines
Make us it
Make us hip
Make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word we wrote
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines
Make us it
Make us hip
Make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word we wrote
Just for the record
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A. Indifference and
B. Disinterest in what the critics say
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines
Make us it
Make us hip
Make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word we wrote
Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines
Make us it
Make us hip
Make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word we wrote
Just for the record
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A. Indifference and
B. Disinterest in what the critics say |
| » Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks « |
Watch your mouth
Oh, oh, oh, because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I'm sure you'd want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that
Or was it God who chokes in these situations?
Running late?
No no, he called in
Or was it God who chokes in these situations?
Running late?
No no, he called in
The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you're a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
That's when you st-st-stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word gets you a step closer to hell
That's when you st-st-stutter something profound
To the support on the line
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
I am
Alone in this bed, house, and head
And she never fixes this
But at least she makes me forget
I am
Alone, in this bedroom
She never fixes this
But at least she
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you're a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians |
| » Camisado (Relax, Relapse) « |
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
No it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
You can take the kid from the fight but
You cant take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
You can take the kid from the fight but
You cant take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of your skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
And it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
No it's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
And it sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
You can take the kid from the fight but
You cant take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
You can take the kid from the fight but
You cant take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back
Relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back
Ba ba ba dah
You can take the kid out the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You can take the kid from the fight but
You cant take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
You can take the kid from the fight but
You cant take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back
Relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back
Ba ba ba dah
You can take the kid out the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events |
| » Time to Dance « |
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculous . . . ly on
But she sure is going to get it
(The attention and the bullets)
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines line the walls
The walls line the bullet holes
You sure, you sure you let her have it?
You sure, you sure you
Have some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh no no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger all wrong
Have some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh no no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger all wrong
Give me envy
Give me malice
Give me attention
Give me envy
Give me malice
Give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun," you say "Wedding"
Shotgun wedding
Shotgun wedding
Well she didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So you cry, you cry
(Baby give me a break!)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogens and wearing Aubergine dreams
(Baby give me a break!)
Have some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh no no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger all wrong
Have some composure
And where is your posture?
Oh no no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger all wrong
Come on, this is screaming photo op
(It's time to dance)
Come on, this is screaming photo op
(It's time to dance)
Come on
Come on
This is screaming
This is screaming
This is screaming photo op
Have some composure
And where is your posture?
(You sure, you sure let her have it?)
You're pulling the trigger
(You sure you sure you)
Give me envy
Give me malice
Give me attention
Give me envy
Give me malice
Baby give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun," you say "Wedding"
Shotgun wedding
Shotgun wedding
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogens and boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogens and wearing Aubergine dreams |
| » Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off « |
Well, is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Well, then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin
I've got more wit
A better kiss
A hotter touch
A better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet
Sweetie you had me
Girl, I was it, look past the sweat
A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No no no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat
And hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat
And hold a lover close?
So I guess we're back to us
Oh, cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)
Oh, now I do recall
We just were getting to the part
Where the shock sets in
And the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick
I sure hope you didn't expect to get all of the attention
Let's not get selfish
Did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat
And hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat
And hold a lover close?
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster
I've got more wit
A better kiss
A hotter touch
A better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet
Sweetie, you had me
Girl, I was it, look past the sweat
A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No no no. you know it will always just be me
Let's get those teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat
And hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Dance to this beat
And hold a lover close
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating
Faster |
| » Intermission « |
"Ladies and gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, we are unable to continue our broadcast of dance music. We shall continue now with our piano instrumental."
(Instrumental) |
| » But It's Better If You Do « |
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret
Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.
The strip joint veteran sweeps you away
Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh and isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, but I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it and
I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well I'm afraid that I
Well that's right
That I may have faked it and
I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh and isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Well I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it and
I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well I'm afraid that I
Well that's right
That I may have faked it and
I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh and isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety |
| » I Write Sins Not Tragedies « |
Oh, well imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
"What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding," says a bridesmaid to a waiter
"And, yes, but what a shame
What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."
I chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of
Oh, well in fact
Well I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically, our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne
Oh, well in fact
Well I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically, our marriage is saved
Well this calls for a toast
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne
I chime in with a
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationallity
Again
I chime in
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
I chime in
"Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
Again |
| » I Constantly Thank God for Esteban « |
Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction
Forgive our sins forged at the pulpit
With forked tongues selling faux sermons
Because I am a new wave gospel sharp
And you'll be thy witness
So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach
Then for God sakes preach with conviction
Strike up the band
Oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
No, don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band
Oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
No, don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
In this little number we are graced by two displays of character
We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire
And a walking contradiction
Because I for one can see no blood from their hearts
Or the wrists you allegedly slit
And I for one won't stand for this
If this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned
Strike up the band
Oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
No, don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band
Oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
No, don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you, don't you move
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
Stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
Strike up the band
Oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
No, don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band
Oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come, congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
No, don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Don't you move
Don't you move
Strike up the band |
| » There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't « |
Please leave all overcoats, canes, and top hats with the doorman
And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and
Please leave all overcoats, canes, and top hats with the doorman
And from that moment, you'll be out of place and underdressed
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and
When you're in black slacks with accentuating off-white pinstripes, whoa-oh
Everything goes according to plan
I'm the new cancer, never looked better
And you can't stand it
I know because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips, "When did he get at all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better
And you can't stand it
Next is a trip to the ladies room in vain
I bet you just can't keep up with these fashionistas
Tonight, tonight, you are, you are the whispering campaign
To them, your name is "Cheap", and you look like sh--
Talk to the mirror, choke back tears
And keep telling yourself that, "I'm a diva."
Oh, and the smokes in that cigarette box at your table
They just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin
I'm the new cancer, never looked better
And you can't stand it
I know because you say so under your breath
You're reading lips, "When did he get at all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better
And you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better and you can't stand it
And I know, and I know
It just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up
I've never been so surreptitious
So of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch
And I know, and I know
It just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up
I've never been so surreptitious
So of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch
And I know, and I know
It just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up
I've never been so surreptitious
So of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch |
| » Build God, Then We'll Talk « |
It's these substandard motels
On the on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street
Appealing, only because they are just that unappealing
Any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos
And maybe a just dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes
Along with the people inside
Oh, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Oh, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney,
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money
Oh, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy, yeah
And not to mention
The constable, and his proposition
For that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
As he said to the Mrs.
Only hours before
Well after he had left
As she was fixing her face in a compact
There was a terrible crash
(There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag
And held a "purse" of a different kind
Along with the people inside
Oh, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things |
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