You twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife
A bigger better slice is what youd like
You kick the sand, you get the upper hand
You sell it to Japan
It’s natural punk rock
Red white and blue (whoa)

You turn the screws
It’s what you choose to do
You think that I
Must turn them too
You think that I must be so satisfied
I stay inside
I wonder why

And the cement mixer gets it all ready
One good turn at a time
They’re pouring it slowly and steady
You’re showing me where I can sign
What I can expect to find
But how can you say youll be happy
When you turn the screws

You turn the screws
It’s what you choose to do
You turn the screws
It’s what you choose to do
You think I must turn them, too
You turn the screws
You tear down the bridge
Flimsy as it is, its business like
Flimsy as it is, its open-mic punk rock
Red white and blue
You turn the screws

Waiting,
For your,
Phone calls,
All to End,

Im sitting,
watching, wind blow,
Watching time go,
Watching cars go by,

Im,
Waiting for these,
Memories to,
Begin,

If I,
Threw my guitar,
Out the window,
So far down,

Would I,
Start to regret it,
Or would I smile,
And watch it slowly fall, fall, fall,

Garbage trucks,
And taxi cabs,
Dont seem like they can,
Reach me here,

The clammer,
Of jackhammers,
Seems so faint,

Well, the way you treat me,
Like the only,
Slightly brings me down,
Alot

I dont think that Ill,
Ever be the same,

Yeah, If I,
Threw my guitar,
Out the window,
So far down,

Would I,
Start to regret it,
Or would I smile,
And watch it slowly fall, fall, fall,

Fall, fall, fall,
Fall, fall, fall,
Fall, fall, fall…

They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowless is podent and secretly stern.

As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But hes driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Shes all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
Hes going the distance.

Yeah

No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
Hes haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind hes still driving, still making the grade.
Shes hoping time that her memories will fade,
Cause hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But hes striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Shes all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes figting and biting and riding on his horse,
Hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes figting and biting and riding on his horse

Hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Hes going the distance…

Daria, I wont be soothed
Daria yeah, I wont soothed
over like smoothed
over like milk, silk,
a bedspread or a quilt,
iceing on a cake
or a serene translucent lake

Daria, Daria, yeah Daria
I wont be soothed
I wont be soothed

when you tried to tell me
of all the love you had
I was cleaning oil from beaches
seeing only what was bad
when you tried to feed me
I only shut my mouth
food got on your apron
and you told me to get out

Daria, I wont be soothed
Daria yeah, I wont soothed
over like smoothed
over like milk, silk,
a bedspread or a quilt,
iceing on a cake
or a serene translucent lake

Daria, Daria, Daria,
Daria yeah, Daria, yeah Daria yeah
I wont be soothed
I wont be soothed

Cool blue reason comes into your life
Theres one more dead in Kansas and its probably your wife
Cool blue reason Im just talking to myself
Cool blue reason Im just rearranging hell
Im just talking to myself(2x)

Cool blue reason wraps around your throat
The minutes change likes seasons
Only 8 more hours to go (2x)
Only 8 more hours…left to go

Completely filling
The palace concert hall
Its warm and golden like
An oven thats wide open
It has a melody
Both happy and sad
Built on Victorias young triads

Youve entered the room
With great caution
Though no one in the hall
Is even watching
They are transfixed
They are forgetting
Just to breathe
They are so taken
By your symphony
In C

Youre sitting there
Thinking your thoughts
They are not about
What is but what is not
You are sitting there
Breathing in your breath
You are seldom breathing life
But mostly death

So youll be an
Austrian nobleman
Commissioning
A symphony in C
Which defies all
Earthly descriptions
Youll be commissioning
A symphony
In C

To resist it is useless
It is useless to resist it
His cigarette is burning
But he never seems to ash

He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle
You can meet at his location
But you better come with cash

Now his hat is on backwards
He can show you his tatoos
He is in the music buisiness
He is calling you “Dude”

Now today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday is
Weaving in and out

And the bliping white lines
That the airplane leaves behind
Are drifting right in front
Of the waining of the moon

He is handling the money
Hes serving the food
He knows about your party
He is calling you “Dude”

Now do you believe
In the one big sign
The doublewide shine
On the bootheels of your prime

Doesnt matter if youre skinny
Doesnt matter if youre fat
You can dress up like a solten
In your onion head hat

We are building a religion
We are making a brand
Were the only ones to turn to
When your castles turn to sand

Take a bite of this apple
Mr. Corporate invents
Take a walk through the jungle
Of cardboard shanties and tents

Some people drink Pepsi
Some people drink Coke
The wacky morning DJ
Says democracys a joke

He says now do you believe
In the one big song
Hes now accepting callers
Who would like to sing along

She says, do you believe
In the one true edge
By fastening your safety belts
And stepping towards the ledge

He is handling the money
He is serving the food
He is now accepting callers
He is calling me “Dude”

Now do you believe
In the one big sign?
The doublewide shine
On the bootheels of your prime

Theres no need
To ask directions
If you ever lose your mind
Were behind you
Were behind you
And let us please remind you
We can send a car to find you
If you ever lose your way

We are building a religion
We are building it bigger
We are building
A religion
A limited
Edition

We are now accepting callers
For these beautiful
Pendant keychains

I dont like to
Hang around you
I dont want to
Live in your world
Of two

Theres only room for you
In your world of two

Its not that
I dont like you
But its not that
I dont love you
Its not that
I dont think you are
Two of the most
Perfectly
Beautiful
People in your world
In your world of two
Theres only room for you
In your world of two
Theres only room for you
In your world of two
In your world of two
Theres only room
Theres only room
Theres only room
For you

Beyond the suns that guard this roof,
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths,
Beyond your latest ad campaigns,
An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps.
He saves what others throw away.
He says that hell be rich some day.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering radio station.
While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather,
The flies and spiders get along together,
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record.

But if I had to choose a number,
Id want it to be number one.
I dont want to be number two.
Yeah, I dont want to be number four.
But I can hear a knock on the door.
Jesus wrote a blank check, all right.

If Jesus saw me dying,
Would angels come a flying down?
I hope Ive got a little more time.
I hope somebody lends me a dime.
Now, Jesus wrote a blank check.
Ah, one I havent cashed yet.

Still I build my towers high.
I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky.
Still I wallow in the mire.
Still I burn this earthen fire.

Still I build my towers high.
I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky.
Still I wallow in the mire.
Still I burn this earthen fire.
Still I burn this earthen fire.
Still I burn this earthen fire.
Still I burn this earthen fire.

Still I burn this earthen fire.
Still I burn this earthen fire.
Still I burn this earthen fire.
Still I burn this earthen fire.

She doesnt care
whether or not hes a good man.
She doesnt care,
just as long as she still has her friends.
She doesnt care
whether or not hes an island.
They laugh, they make money,
hes got a gold watch,
shes got a silk dress,
and healthy breasts
that bounce
on his Italian leather sofa

INSTRUMENTAL

Shes got a serrated edge
that she moves back and forth.
Its such a simple machine,
she doesnt have to use force.
When she gets what she wants,
she puts the rest on a tray
in a Ziploc bag..
(x2)

…in the freezer.
(ohh no)

She doesnt care
whether or not hes an island.
She doesnt care,
just as long as his ships coming in.
(all right, here it comes, here it comes)
She doesnt care
whether or not hes an island.
They laugh, they make money,
hes got a gold watch,
shes got a silk dress,
and healthy breasts
that bounce
on his Italian leather sofa.