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'Cause we are born in a sieve
Believe me, Adia
We are still in a sieve.
'Cause we are born innocent
Believe me, Adia
We are still innocent.
'Cause we are born in a sink
Believe me, Adia
We are still in a sink.
'Cause we are born innocent
Believe me, Adia
We are still innocent.
'Cause we are born innocent
You leave me hanging here.
'Cause we are born innocent
Believe me, Adia.
'Cuz we are born in a cell
Believe me, Hades, ya
We are still in a cell.
We are born innocent
Believe me, Adia
We are still innocent.
'cause we are born in a sin
'cause we are born innocent
'cause we are on NBC
or
'cause we are on ABC
or
'cause we are on BBC
'cause we are born innocent
Believe me, 80 uh.
Believe me, Adia.
Believe me, 81.
Believe me, Adia.
Believe me, Haiti
Believe me, Adia
Believe me, idiot.
Believe me, Adia.
Don't leave me hanging now.
Believe me, Adia.
For we are all innocent
Believe me anyhow, we are still innocent
It's easy
We are fortunate
Doesn't matter.
For we were born innocent
Believe me Adia, we are still innocent
It's easy
We are falterers
Does it matter?
I met you since you left me.
I'm empty since you left me.
I've missed you since you left me
I'm empty since you left me.
Ottawa can't change the way you feel
I know I can't change the way you feel
There's no one here to finger
There's no one here to lay.
There's no one left to finger
There's no one here to blame.
There's no one left to finger
There's no one here to play
There's no one here to finger
there's no one here to blame
We are born in a cell.
Believe me, Adia,
We are still in a cell
We are born innocent.
Believe me, Adia,
We are still innocent
We are born in a sack
Believe me, Adia
We are born in a sack.
We are born innocent
Believe me, Adia
We are born innocent.
We are born in a shell.
We are born innocent.
We are born in a tent.
We are born innocent.
We are born, in a sense.
We are born innocent.
We are falterers.
We all falter.
We are fatter, doesn't matter.
We all falter, does it matter?
We are vultures
We all falter
We're all burned innocent
Don't leave me hanging on
We are still innocent.
We are born innocent
Believe me, Adia
We are still innocent.
You keep me hangin' on
Believe me, Adia
You leave me hangin' on.
Believe me, Aidia.
You leave me hanging on
Believe me, Adia
And the endless night that you fear.
And the endlessness that you fear.
And the endlessness that you feel.
And the endlessness that you fear.
Don't make no difference
Skating one last time.
Don't make no difference
Escaping one last time.
Don't make no dividends
Don't make no difference
From this dark world of terror
From this dark, cold hotel room
From this dark, old, cotillion
And the end is not such a fear
From this dark, cold, hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
From this star-crossed hotel room
or
From this stone cold hotel room
From this dark, cold hotel room
From this stark cold hotel room
From this dark cold hotel room
I need a receipt for my pains
Memories seep through my veins
I'm your silent referee
Of your silent reverie
In the arms of a nation
In the arms of an angel
In the arms of an angel
Far away from here
From this stark, cold hotel room
And the emptiness that you fear.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear.
In the arms of the angel
Far away from here
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
In the arms of the nation
In the arms of an angel
May you find Southern Comfort here
May you find some comfort here
On this star-cooled flotilla
From this dark, cold hotel room
Spend all your time raping
Spend all your time waiting
Then maybe empty...oh weightless and maybe
They'll find some peace tonite
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonite
There's vultures and thieves at your bank
There's vultures and thieves at your back
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent RV.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent referee.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.
You have come for the lessons
From your solid ebony
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You were heard from the message
You are pulled from the wreckage
You were pulled from the wreckage
You are pulled from the wreckage
Misheard as past tense; actual lyric is in present tense
Everybody loves you when you're insane.
Everybody loves you when you're easy.
Everyone is waiting for your entrails.
Everyone is waiting for your entrance.
"Black And White"
The road is long
The memory slides through the hole in my underwear.
The road is long
The memory slides to the whole of my undoing.
"Black and White"
I am the arc above our failures
I am the archive of our failures
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
And of Empire's Rome
You strut your rest away and your suicide poem
Anna crossed, from your face that died before Jesus came
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.
And a cross from a faith that died before Jesus came
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
And the vampires foam
You stretch your a** to wear any sewer-side pose.
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
And the vampires rock
You strut your a** to wear in your suicide bomb.
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
Beautiful fat dark man
Beautiful f***ed up man
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
Beautiful, dark man.
Beautiful, f--ed up man.
The radio edit covers up the expletive, so it sounds like she's pausing after the word "beautiful"
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
Dirty little mystery
Building a mystery
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
Livin' at church
Where you sleep with food at dawn.
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
Oh, you're so beautiful. Isn't it charming?
Oh, you're so beautiful with an edge and charm.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
Stretch your a*s to wear
The suicide bones.
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
Stretched your a** to wear
A suicide bone.
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
Stretched your a** to wear
In a suicide pose.
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
With an Asian charm
or
with an Asian arm
With an edge and charm
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You call out nights
And that's where the energy calls
And the dark side of night
At the old man's home
You stretch your a** to wear
And the suicide phones
It's across from a faith
That died before Jesus came
Building a mystery.
You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith
That died before Jesus came
You're building a mystery.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You live in a church,
Where you sleep with food at dawn
You live in a church,
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You live in a church
Where you see perverted gods
And you won't give up the search
For your own best friend.
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You scratch your a** hair.
You strut your rasta wear.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You scratch your ass away
You strut your rasta wear
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You set us up, you're razor wire sharp.
You're setting up your razor wire shrine.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You spread your a** to wear.
You strut your rasta wear.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your Astor wear and your suicide bone.
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your a** to wear a suicide bomb.
You strut your rasta wear, and your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your a** to wear a suicide pole.
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your a** to wear any suicide bone.
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your a** to wear.
You strut your rasta wear.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your a** to wear
And you suicide pose.
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your a** to where and your suicide fall.
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your ass to wear, and your suicide coat
or
You stretch your ass awake and your suicide posing
or
You stretch your astro wear in a suicide pose
or
You stretch your ass to wear on a suicide door
or
You stretch your ass to where any suicide dome
or
You stretch your ass away and your suicide blonde
or
You stretch your ass away and your suicide blonde
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You strut your ass to wear for your suicide porn
or
You stretch your ass to nowhere and your suicide poem
or
You stretch your ass to nowhere and your suicide poem
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your ass to wear a suicide boat
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your ass to wear and your suicide porn
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You stretch your ester wear and your suicide book.
You strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You strut your Astor wear.
You strut your Rasta wear.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You strut your a** to wear...
You strut your Rasta wear...
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You strut your astro wear
In your suicidal pose.
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem.
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You're so beautiful with an ancient charm
You're so beautiful with an edge and a charm
"Building A Mystery" (MP3)
You're so beautiful with an angel charm
You're so beautiful with an edge and a charm
"Building a Mystery" (MP3)
And the vampires roll
And the vampires roam
"Building a Mystery" (MP3)
And you won't give up the surge
And you won't give up the search
"Building a Mystery" (MP3)
Where you see the Goo Goo Dolls
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
"Building a Mystery" (MP3)
You give us a tampon
And a know it all grin
Just when we need one
When the evenings feel long
Give us a tantrum
And a know-it-all grin
Just when we need one
When the evening's thin
"Building a Mystery" (MP3)
You live in a church
Where you sleep with poo-poo dolls
You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
"Building a Mystery" (MP3)
You scratch your ass and wear
A suicidal pose
You strut your rasta wear
And suicide poem
"Building a Mystery" (MP3)
You stretched your ass away
You strut your Rasta wear
"Building a Mystery" (MP3)
You strut your ass away
You strut your Rasta wear
"Dirty Little Secret" (MP3)
I denied him like a pass in the yellow.
I denied in my capacity to love.
"Drawn To The Rhythm" (MP3)
And were going to the river
Going to the river I see.
And we were drawn to the rhythm
Drawn into the rhythm of the sea.
I love the time and in between the come inside me
I love the time and in between the calm inside me
Heaven bend to take my hand
And take me to a farm we long and
Waited answers
To a long and painful fart.
Heaven Bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight.
Hell and back to take my hand
Heaven bend to take my hand
I have sung so low
I have sunk so low
I have sung solo.
I have sunk so low.
I masterbate
So I should know.
I have messed up
Better I should know.
I masturbate or I should now.
I messed up, better I should know.
I'm a master
Better I should know
I messed up
Better I should know.
I'm a masturbator
I should know.
I have messed up
Better I should know.
I'm messed up,
Better rational.
I messed up
Better I should know.
I've lost all those I thought were friends
To everyone unknown.
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know.
I've messed up
Better I should go.
I have messed up
Better I should know.
In an instant solo
I have sunk so low
So don't come around here
And tell me I took your soul.
So don't come around here
And tell me, 'I told you so'.
The turnip-head's embarrassed
Pretend that they don't see.
They turn their heads embarrassed
Pretend that they don't see.
Though I try, I fall
In a head stand solo
I have messed up
Better, rational.
Though I've tried, I've fallen
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know.
But we stayed too long in the same old sickly skin
But we stayed too long in the same old sickly scheme
It's just that we stay, too long
In the same old sick'nin skin.
It's just that we stay, too long
In the same old sickly scheme.
Hey little girl, would you like some candy?
It won't promote tooth decay.
Hey Little girl, would you like some candy?
Your mother said it's OK.
Hey you're glass is heavy
Hey you're glass is empty
Hey, you're watching MTV
Hey, your glass is empty
Hold on to your cells
This is gonna hurt like kelp
Hold on to yourself
This is gonna hurt like hell
And I phone God to tell you I love you...
and I'm green in my condition
for I cannot find the words to say I need you so
And I forgot to tell you I love you...
And I grieve in my condition
for I cannot find the strength to say I need you so
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
Make up for the memories
Weep not for the memories
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
Wait not for the memories.
Weep not for the memories.
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
Waiting on for the memories
Weep not for the memories
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
We can't afford the many fees
Weep not for the memories
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
We cannot afford the marriages
Weep not for the memories
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
We cannot afford the wedding
Weep not for the memories
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
We've known for a memory
Weep not for the memories
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
We've known for the memories.
Weep not for the memories.
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
Weekends full of memories
Weep not for the memories
"I Will Remember You" (MP3)
Wheat Nuts for the memories
Weep not for the memories
Your love is bitter than ice cream
Your love is better than ice cream
"Out Of The Shadows"
So many waistbands hiding in so many underpants.
So many ways spent hiding in so many undone plans.
Horses trapped in urine
Voices trapped in yearning
Horses trapped in your knee
Yeah they're trapped inside.
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time.
I sold it to my guy
And solitude my guide
I'll take you to Chick-fil-A
I'll take my breath away
I'll take your birth away
I'll take your breath away
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
Horses trapped in urine, and we're trapped in time.
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time.
Listen as the wind blows, from across the great divide
Horses trapped in urine
Listen as the wind blows, from across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
My body aches for Rio Grande
My body aches to breathe your breath
The celestial wind blows
From across the Great Divide.
Listen as the wind blows
From across the Great Divide.
Voices trapped in urine,
Memories trapped in time
Voices trapped in yearning,
Memories trapped in time
You speak to me in Ritalin
you speak to me in rhyme
You speak to me in riddle
and you speak to me in ryhme
Love has made me a food
Love has made me a fool
Are you an angel?
Am I already a ghost?
Are you an angel?
Am I already that gone?
Are you an angler?
Am I already a goat?
Are you an angel?
Am I already that gone?
It doesn't mean lunch
It doesn't mean much
It doesn't mean nuts
It doesn't mean much
The life I left behind me
Is a cauldron.
The life I left behind me
Is a cold room.
You strip away the elephants
that surround me
You strip away the ugliness
that surrounds me
"The Path of Thorns (Terms)" (MP3)
I knew you wanted some jelly
I knew you wanted to tell me
"When She Loved Me"
Every owl we spent together
Lives within my heart
Every hour we spent together
Lives within my heart
From the soundtrack of "Toy Story 2."
"When She Loved Me"
I was there to come from her
I was there to comfort her
From Toy Story 2.
"When She Loved Me"
I was there to cover her
I was there to comfort her
"When She Loved Me"
I was there to drive a Jeep
I was there to dry her tears
"Wintersong"
Trees are light with snow
Trees are white with snow
And then the dark...so long, Sunshine.
And when we're done soul searching
Pulsing in view
Will mercy be revealed?
Visions clash, planes crash
But still there's Tolkien.
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's talk of...
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's Tolkien.
Visions clash, planes crash
Still there's talk of...