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We were walking, holding hands
With our bare feet in the sand
And the seagulls over head
When I broke the spell and said
I could never divorce you
Without a good reason
And though I may never have to
It's good to have options
But for now
I need you
But for now
I need you
But for now
I need you
But it was only in my head
Because no one ever says
What they really mean to say
When there's so much at stake
So I told her I loved her
She told me she loved me
And I mostly believed her
And she mostly believed me

Rapture

This is how we multiply
Pity that it's not my wife
The friction and skin
The trembling sigh
This is how our bodies moves
With everything that we could lose
Pushing us deeper still
The sheets and the sweat
The seed and the spill
The bitter pill yet
Undiscovered

Gideon is in the drawer
Clothes scattered on the floor
She's arching her back
She screams for more

Oh my sweet rapture
I hear Jesus calling me home

Finally a chance to breathe
Reaching for the fallen sheets
Collapsing in a glowing heap
We've gone too far
We've done too much
We have to quit it
Just one more kiss
Just one more touch
Please ten more minutes

This feels so good
Just barely moving
The tension building
Our bodies working
To reach the goal

Oh my sweet Rapture
I hear Jesus and the angels
Singing halleluiah
Calling me to enter the promise land

Penetration

Have you ever seen an idealist with gray hairs on his head
or successful men who keep in touch with unsuccessful friends
you only think you did
yeah I could of sworn I saw it too
but as it turns out
It was just a clever ad for cigarettes

Cause if it isn't making dollars
then it isn't making sense
if you aren't moving units
then you're not worth the expense
if you really want to make it
you had best remember this
if it isn't penetration
then it isn't worth a kiss

We're sorry sir
But you did not quite make the cut this time
We would appreciate it if you cleared your stuff on out by five

Don't take it personal
Everyone knows you did your best
If it makes it easier you should look at it from our perspective
Cause if it isn't making dollars
then it isn't making sense
if you are not moving units
then you're not worth the expense
if you really want to make it
you had best remember this
if it isn't penetration
then it isn't worth a kiss
Indian Summer

The ultra violet rays are washing over all the boys and girls
As their moms lay tanning by the pool
Oh look their dads are arriving home
All the children hug his neck
Unaware of their inheritance

All the experts say you ought to start them young
That way they'll naturally love the taste of corporate cum

God bless the Indian summer
God bless the Indian summer
God bless the Indian summer

Don't you just love the sun?
Doesn't it make you feel good, all over?
It's my pleasure to announce
In conjunction with the fed
And my recent popularity

Thanks in part to mother nature
It will never rain again
It should do wonders for the GNP

If you're just joining us now
You missed a brilliant speech
We go now live in the streets
To find out what the voters think
These words are miracle
I just now bought a brand new car

God bless the Indian summer
God bless the Indian summer
God bless the Indian summer

Progress

Here we have our dust-free dining set
We guarantee it won't collect a speck
Freeing up the children to instead
Grow into your molding
Heed more of your scolding
Go early to their new self-making beds

Seems like you'd be tired of losing face
Like you'd want to put the children in their place
The more you have to tell them to do their chores
The more you run the risk of being ignored
If you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they're good kids but you know it isn't true
Your father drank a little; you're on liver number two
Progress has a way of feigning ease
Convenient new inventions bait the tease
For though it is impossible to cure:
A husband bent on cheating
The oxygen depleting
A child who's always bragging
A wife's persistent nagging
We're equipped to live though it were

If you're lucky they'll turn out as good as you
You tell them that they're good kids but you know it isn't true
Your father drank a little; you're on liver number two

Magazine

This line is metaphysical
And on the one side, on the one side
The bad half live in wickedness
And on the other side, on the other side
The good half live in arrogance
And there's a steep slope with a short rope
This line is metaphysical
And there is a steady flow moving to and fro

And oh look you earned your wings
Are you an angel now, or a vulture
Constantly hovering over
Waiting for a big mistake
Oh my God, what have I done?
Oh my God, what have I done?
Oh my God, what have I done?

Wouldn't you love to be?
On the cover of a magazine
Healthy skin, perfect teeth
Design to hide what lies beneath

I feel the darkness growing stronger
As you cram lies down my throat
How does that work out for you?
In your holy quest to be above the reproach

Wouldn't you love to be?
On a cover of a magazine
Healthy skin, perfect teeth
Design to hide what lies beneath, what lies beneath

Rehearsal

It's Priceless when you said you had to work late
When we both know you're at a motel
Here's the thing that's so much more depressing
Then the infidelities itself

Darling, you are so unoriginal
Each move, more obvious
Than the one before it

You know I've always said that I would kill you
If I ever caught you stepping out
But now I see I did not know the half of
What hatred and regret were all about

Darling, you are so unoriginal
Each move more obvious
Than the one before it

I guess I could be bigger but I rather make you pay

Darling you are so unoriginal
You'll see that I can be so unoriginal
Just like you

Second Best

The patch, the aftershave, the european cigarettes
The taxi, the alcohol that lingers on your breath
The lipstick, the street lamp, the woven overcoat
The front desk, you tell yourself, it isn't over yet

Second best, oh second best
I can learn to live with this
Plus I really need a rest
After all what's wrong with second best
What's wrong with second best

The motel, the distances, caving to kisses cold and wet
Familiar exchanges, wrapping the pulling thread
The empty movements that once were so inspire
Desperate attempts to fan the flames without a fire
The mattress creeks beneath
The symphony of misery and cum
Still we're latching back and forth
And blurring into what

Second best oh second best
I can learn to live with this
Plus I really need a rest
After all what's wrong with second best
What's wrong with second best

Priests/Paramedics

Paramedics, brave and strong
up before the break of dawn
putting poker faces on
broken bodies all day long
the neighbors heard a fight
someone had a knife
it must have been the wife
the husband's lost a lot of blood
he wakes up screaming "oh my god"

Am I gonna die?
Am I gonna die?
as they strapped his arms down to his sides
in times like these they've been taught to lie
"buddy just calm down, you'll be alright"

several friends came to his grave
his children were so well behaved
as the priest gone up to speak
the assembly craved relief
but he himself not giving up
So instead he offered them this bitter cup

you're gonna die
we're all gonna die
Could be 20 years, could be tonight
Lately I have been wondering why
We go to so much trouble
To postpone the unavoidable
And prolong the pain of being alive

Rejoice

Wouldn't it be so wonderful?
If everything were meaningless
But everything is so meaningful
And most everything turns to shit
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!