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when it adds up to nothin' it makes you wonder why you try. stunned and numb left wondering why when the truth is cruel, the lies turn white. i called and couldn't reach you, i got too hung up. i'm a phase that you've outgrown, lying in the darkness all alone. you got a fake i.d. and somewhere else to be with someone who isn't me. tell yourself it meant something, used to mean a lot to me. something died, just the pain survived. when i got tired of crying i dried my eyes. burn the bridges that you must, past to ashes, trust to dust, empty loneliness and lust. love wasn't enough, trust wasn't enough. i believed what you said was true, ever always only you. just another broken trust, nothing's forever. i believe what you said was true. it wasn't enough. i believe that you meant it too. it wasn't enough 'cause your promise means nothin' much less than nothing', 'cause you left me with nothing now.

it's not my fault, it wasn't up to you. christmas eve comes once a year and that will never do. your image started fading, i closed my eyes to see. tell me do you close your eyes for me? now your door seems half a world away, the price of gasoline is more than i can pay. plus i don't have a car i can call my very own, i guess i'll spend another night alone. if i could say i'm sorry, who would i say it to? besides apologies mean less than dirt to folks like me and you. you know it's true. should i say too bad, or so what? what's appropriate? should i show it? call you on the phone and let you know it? back at my house there's nothing on tv, the bathroom mirror casts confusing looks from me to me. i watched you from a distance, for too briefly held you close, i guess that's just the way this story goes.

bathing in the blue light nightmare of the t.v. war. it's too late, i'm tired, but i can't see sleeping. simple central fact i can't ignore-nobody's hands are clean. watch close, history shows the one familiar hell we know. birthright violence, cemetery silence, makes me sick and sorry for us all. poison sky and poison sea. too bad we can't say we don't know better. both hands are tied by need and greed nobody's hands are clean. watch close, history shows the one familiar hell we know. birthright violence, cemetery silence, endless marching armies. ancient rages, sacred pages, makes me sick and sorry for us all. nobody's hands are clean, it's true and it's obscene. the whole god damned human race and me. born through love and blood, alone and naked. condemned forever to be free, nobody's hands are clean.

she spent the money on a loaf of wonderbread, and a can of beefaroni italian food today, what does he think when he pours himself a drink and he looks at me that way? he spent a fortune on the labor and the parts, got to keep it running another year or two. what does she say every time i drive away in her dad's old subaru? household appliances, all rent to own, no telephone. debts unpaid left up to fate are heavy on the head, can't let each other know, and so nothing's said. but that's a cop out when you break it all apart and analyze the pieces, the bottom line is truth, what in the world makes a happy boy and girl buy their old age with their youth? harsh words from relatives, they won't leave us alone. why pay the telephone? at any rate there is no fate, except someday they'll be dead, and who will tell them each what was never said? and now she's nervous as he's coming up the drive, he's afraid to tell her how short their money goes these days. who gives a damn about a woman and a man who are sure that neither understands why they look and act that way?

i thought you could take me away for a minute, but now i know it was just that way for a minute. i told no lies, no alibis, our little love was real for a minute. good thing i can only stay for a minute, i've never felt that way, even for a minute. for a minute, i believed in you, there was nothing i wouldn't do. for a minute with you, i gave up everything i had. now it's over and i feel relief for a minute. i criticize trouble and end up being the one who's in it. my shame grows strong, i'm know i've done wrong, but our little love was real for a minute.

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jesus h. christ sang a song about love, but nobody buys it. the law's laid down at the bottom line, and nobody defies it. it's a heavy rotation, that tells you what you need. stay tuned to this stagnation, satisfaction guaranteed by video and radio-they sold it to you. cashbox jukebox brain control. every song is perfect, and every face is perfect, oh yeah. plastic heavy metal, artificial soul. sanitized and glamorized synthetic lies are bought and sold. independent underdog fights to survive, it's so much cooler underground, classified and buried alive by video and radio-they sold it to you. cashbox jukebox brain control. every song is perfect, and every face is perfect, impersonal and perfect. jesus h. christ take a look at us, the sum of all we've seen. cold consumer zombies, with empty eyes and mtv. perfect....

both of my hands, they got the white knuckles from being in the dash. what if we get into an accident, and i don't have no cash, there's always whiplash. fat farting guernseys, chew their cuds at me, missouri 63. big buford lawman ten miles from moberly, he says "you got a taillight on the right side that don't work properly". missouri 63.

two generation gaps between us, two parents in one, i know you did your best, you and the egg timer. you are my father, you were my mom and dad, i know you did your best you and the egg timer. see took all your money, she left a note on the door. we had t.v. dinners, and we called her a whore. i hope you're as proud of me like i am of you. egg timer, you and the egg timer. two hours of sleep at night, two full time jobs, i know you did your best, you and the egg timer. we didn't go go fishing, and we didn't play ball, i know you did your best, you and the egg timer. sixty minutes is as far as it goes, the egg timer. if i want to take an hour to remember you in the past, i have the egg timer. i hoe i never have to use it the way you did.

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flames burning, steam rising, my appetite grows hot. and she know i'm itching' to see what's inside those pots. we come around 'bout a quarter to three, can't keep a good man from his afternoon feed. best bring your manners or you won't get served. "what's cooking?" it's up to her! hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes it all the while. soup's on, there's no denial in the oven of my desire. what's on the table is what i need, but it's still on the fire. we come around 'bout a quarter to five, we've come to satisfy our appetites. best bring your manners or you won't get served. "what about desert?" it's up to her! when you need a hotplate, here's where we go, twenty four hours she's never closed. chinese, japanese, mexican, thaiwanese; she found the way to bring me down to my knees, mexican, italian, mexican, cajun; better say thank you, and always say please. hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes it all the while. hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, down home style. they say the pretty girls can't make no eats- well look at mine, she can't be beat. everybody tries to tear us apart 'cause she knows a man's stomach is the way to his heart. don't come around 'bout a quarter to nine, 'cause when the food's all gone, the girl's still mine. don't come around a quarter to ten, cause when the party's over, the fun begins!

hey bug are you tryin' to go to sleep? windows slam up, people slam up, radio slam up, are you tryin' to go to sleep?

you can go kill yourself don't matter to me since i've finally put you out of my misery. i don't love you either, it only hurts when i breathe. i always knew you'd leave me, let you string me a long. i pretended to believe you so that i could write this song i'll get along, you'll see it only hurts when i breathe. and if i said forever, i stand corrected, disappointment is the price i paid for hope. love's a bloody wreck, just like i expected. i won't hold my breath waiting for you to come home. i'm happy alone, i like these four walls i'll sit by the phone, making sure that you don't call. i don't care at all, it only hurts when i breathe. and if i ever said forever i stand corrected...and alone love's a bloody wreck, just like i expected i won't hold my breath waiting for you to come home i'm doing o.k., got no complaints, i know you're no angel, god knows that i ain't no saint i'm feeling no pain, not me. it only hurts when i breathe. believe what you want to believe, i'm finally, actually, totally agony free, except......