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Rogue Element
02:41
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Give us the strength, give us the wisdom
Give us a million in unmarked non-consecutive bills
Give us something that bleeds, give us something that trembles
Give us something that reminds us of old adolescent thrills
And tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When the world’s so big, and your vision is so small
Tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When you cannot accomplish anything at all
Give us the look, give us the language
Give us an illusion so convincing we forget it isn’t real
Give us a dream that slowly turns into a nightmare
Give us a kiss that slowly turns into a wound that cannot heal
And tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When you crawl back to your mommy in the end
Tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When it’s just a fucking game of let’s pretend
Give us an edge, a chemical advantage
Give us a pantheon of idiots to place upon our shelves
Give us a friend, easily mistaken for an enemy
Give us an enemy easily mistaken for ourselves
Tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When the rogue emperor is wearing his new clothes
Tell me what’s the point in being a rogue element
When the rogue element is just the latest pose
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Highly Polished People
00:26
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Look at all the highly polished people
Living out their highly polished lives
Never getting dirt beneath their fingernails
Or noticing the blood upon their knives
Pity the poor highly polished people
Missing out on these earthly delights
Polishing and polishing and polishing
They’ll never get the blood out of those whites
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Captains of Industry
01:51
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You can’t wash your hands of the world
You can’t wash your hands of the world
Blood in, blood out
You can’t wash your hands of the world
There isn’t much you can touch that doesn’t involve something suffering somewhere
There isn’t much you can touch that doesn’t involve something suffering somewhere
We’re all captains of the modern industry
We’re all captains of the modern industry
You can’t wash your hands of the world
You can’t wash your hands of the world
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I Saw It Coming
04:03
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I saw the water rising
And I watched the fire burning
There’s always something turning
So I did nothing
The moon was softly shining
And our love was slowly dying
Life is a knife that’s certain
So I did nothing
I saw the water rising
And I knew our love was dying
Oh things can be so sudden
So I did nothing
I saw it coming I saw it coming I saw it coming
And I did nothing
I saw it coming I saw it coming I saw it coming
And I did nothing
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Call The Shamans
06:25
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Somebody call the shamans
Tell them that there’s blood upon the ground
Tell them that we’ll grant them all immunity
Tell them that we need them right now
Somebody call the shamans
Tell them all that evil is afoot
Tell them that we’ll pay whatever price that they demand
Tell them that the sun rose up this morning black as soot
Somebody call the shamans
Go find them in whatever dens that they may lurk
Tell them that our children are all dying
Tell them that we need them now to do our dirty work
Somebody call the shamans
Tell them we’re prepared to sacrifice anything
Tell them that the oceans turned deep red last night
Tell them that the winter followed spring
Somebody call the shamans
Tell them that the earth’s begun to shake
Tell them that we know that we were wrong
Tell them that we know that it’s too late
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Put your mouth upon my mouth
Husha, husha, we all fall down
Tangle of flesh and bone
Husha, husha , like root and stone
To consume, and to be consumed
To consume, and to be consumed
Love you with all my heart
Husha, husha we’re torn apart
Love you with all my soul
Husha, husha we lose control
To consume, and to be consumed
To consume, and to be consumed
And the light at the end of the tunnel
Is the tunnel at the end of the light
Each one is swallowed by the other
As the day is swallowed by the night
To consume, and to be consumed
To consume, and to be consumed
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Money Men
01:59
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Money men, sitting at the table
Talking ‘bout their money
Money men, laughing at a joke
‘Bout a guy who lost all his money
Money men, hanging in the hot tub
Comparing the size of their money
Money men, down at the strip club
Throwing round lots of money
Oh money men!
Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-money men!
Money men, oh money men
The money men are meeting in a
Secret cavern in Geneva
To determine the future
Of the human race
They have just now decided
To abandon this planet
They got what they came for
They are returning to space
Oh money men!
Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-money men!
Money men, oh money men
Just like bees make honey
Money men make money
Sticky gold and runny
Then the bear comes
Money men don’t hear your cries
They only listen when money talks
Money men don’t own the world
They’re just shorting the stocks
What happens when a money man dies?
Do the dollar signs disappear from his eyes?
What happens when a money man dies?
Do the dollar signs disappear from his eyes?
Oh money men!
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YOU ALWAYS, YOU NEVER
The world is your oyster, the world is the warmth of your skin
The world is a secret tonight to which you let me in
The world is a dream from which so few do ever awake
The world’s an illusion, and still how these foolish hearts break
Oh the fire burns high but it won’t burn forever
You always, you never, you always, you never
Til our fires die may we burn bright together
You always, you never, you always, you never
The world is created, the world is destroyed it’s all fine
We look to the heavens and see all the dead stars still shine
The world is a quivering, shivering moment in time
So lay down and quiver and shiver your body with mine
Oh the fire burns high but it won’t burn forever
You always, you never, you always, you never
Til our fires die may we burn bright together
You always, you never, you always, you never
I WOULD
I’ll take all of the pain
And I’ll take all of the blame
You can tally up all of the bills for everybody
You can put ‘em all in my name
Oh you know that I would
You know that I would
You know that I would
You know that I would
Talk about your crucifixion
Believe me if all it took
To save this human race
Was to hang me up by a hook
Oh you know that I would
You know that I would
You know that I would
You know that I would
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Crashing Into Things Victoria, British Columbia
Working class art rock from Victoria BC
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The musical equivalent of a haunted Scottish castle. Rock solid, with a banshee named David Chenery wailing through the halls.
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