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SCHIZOPHRENOLOGY

1.INTRO

2. WELCOME TO THE CITY

So hungry, but you smile your mouth shut
You're all alone
(you're gonna b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-breakdown)
I love your teeth, your empty face
You're the perfect drone
(you're gonna b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-breakdown)

...98 degrees...

You shouldn't think when you're alone
It might make you sick
(you're gonna b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-breakdown)
Completely sick
And suffocating violently
Suffocating violently
(you're gonna b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-breakdown)

Everybody dance

Driving her Mercedes through the heart of the city
She thinks she's everything, there's nothing at all
The blood she doesn't bleed explodes in every borough
She sucks off Charlie Sheen inside the bathroom stall

Welcome to the city
So full of chemicals and nothing to do
Welcome to the city
It's gonna b-b-b-b-b-b-break you
Welcome to the city
Smile past the wannabes and pray that they drown
Welcome to the city
So sad your life is gonna b-b-b-break you down

3. CONDOLEEZZA, CHECK MY POSSE

I think I'll buy myself a home in San Diego
I'll buy some Mexicans to clean it every day!
I'd buy Canadians, but they're all friggin' lazy
That's where the hippies went when Dubya won the day

Oh oh oh oh, I will rule the world forever
I'm straight and white and male, American and free
Oh oh oh oh, Condoleezza check my posse
Clarence Thomas, Halliburton, mass destruction, me!

I'm sure that Europe is a lovely place to visit
My wife would love to go there every single year (sing!)
But they're just puppies (yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap)
They need to shut their yaps, the big dog's over here

Oh oh oh oh, I will rule the world forever
I'm straight and white and male, American and free
Oh oh oh oh, Condoleezza check my posse
Bill O'Reilly, Diebold Systems, mass destruction, me!

Here we go!

I can't believe I bought that land in California,
My stupid summer home just slid into the sea!
At least old Uncle Sam is going to rebuild it
My country loves to lend a hand to folks like me

Oh oh oh oh, I will rule the world forever
I'm straight and white and male, American and free
Oh oh oh oh, Condoleezza check my posse
Jerry Falwell, Coors Foundation, mass destruction, me!

Ann Coulter, Ann Coulter, Ann Coulter, Ann Coulter
Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh
Sean Hannity, Sean Hannity
Tucker Carlson, Tucker Carlson
Paul Wolfowitz, Paul Wolfowitz

Oh oh oh oh, I will rule the world forever
I'm straight and white and male, American and free
Oh oh oh oh, Condoleezza check my posse
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me!

4. CRY

Everything she wants
Everything she thinks she wants just died tonight
Driving in her car
Reliving all the ugly things they said tonight

She was pissed so she pushed all the buttons she'd saved
For the wave when she knew that she really could hurt him
The smell on her collar, the lights and the noise,
Stupid trucks full of boys
She breaks down and cries
Cry

Everything he wants
Everything he thinks he wants just drove away
Crushed inside his room
She can never ever know he feels this way

All the things that she said, I'm so stupid, she's right
No, I'm right, she's a bitch, no she's not, no she isn't
(I'm still here waiting for you)
All the things that she said, I'm so stupid, I want her,
I want to destroy her
He breaks down and cries
Cry

I'm still here waiting for you
I'm always searching for you
For all the rest of my life
You will be somewhere else
That shudder, fear and spark
That night beside the river
I'll always be in your arms
No matter who you're holding on to

Cry

I will never cry again

5. TRAPPED UNDERWATER

Your fingertips are shaking
There's rhythm in your hips
Your fears are overtaking
Your perfect painted lips

I could be there, I could be real
Understand everything you feel
Bleeding it out, suffering in doubt
You're trapped underwater
Give me a sign, kill the alarms
Let me be cradled in your arms
You're not alone, let me come home
You're trapped underwater

You know I see right through you
(from the center of your ocean)
Your fears are pumping through me
(i need to be awake)
I feel you
(he feels me)
I need you
(he needs me)

I could be there, I could be real
Understand everything you feel
Bleeding it out, suffering in doubt
You're trapped underwater
Give me a sign, kill the alarms
Let me be cradled in your arms
I could be there, let me come home
You're trapped underwater

Blood in the water and it smells like sex
Your personal effects in a plastic bag
The anesthesiologist doesn't make a sound
As the lights go down

hey hey hey...

6. GRANDFATHER (SWEET BABY JESUS)
for Coley Bernard Sullivan

Sweet baby Jesus, come talk to me
I need to see you smile
The cows in the meadow refuse to come home
My children all grown and with child
The fires don't burn like they did before
They shuffle and spark in the loam
I can no longer build, so if it's alright with you
Can I please come home

Sweet baby Jesus, come sit with me
But watch that third step by the door
I've been meaning to fix it, but my shakes are real bad
My hands aren't my hands anymore
Do you remember I sang to you
As I planted this house's first stone
And I can no longer build, so if it's alright with you
Can I please come home

Tura liy, tura liy, tura liy

7. WHISPERING

Sometimes you can hear it like a rhythm through the crickets
And the hum of the cars as they motor towards the beach
Hovering on the water like a ripple of the moon
On an eight foot tide, and the lights of the Lumina
Shine from the screen that they stuck up in the water
Children stare at movie stars who float above the sea
Tobacco barn smoke and a scary walk home
Spanish moss blowing like bodies in the trees

All the folks who loved this dirt still stay
In the breeze and in the shadows, they live here
They never go away

And my Grandma's dad is out there
Where the road turns into drawbridge
Swinging his old lantern every time that there's a storm
And that woman that he widowed
That's my Mamaw all around us
Making sure her babies are all proud, and strong, and warm
And their pictures, they're not faded
They're hung up and they're framed
Staring down at children who are proud to wear their names

And one day I will stand beside them whispering
Whispering, whispering to you my love

I grew up with the stories of the storms
Rain in the house and an angry sea
But they were country proud, country tough
And Hazel only made it halfway up the bluff
When the Depression hit they held on and fought
They worked when they could and ate what they caught
So this little piece of rundown land
Is where I sleep, and pray, and stand

All the ghosts, the marsh, the storms, and me
We sleep in the azaleas
We rise above and breathe

And one day I will stand beside them whispering
Whispering, whispering to you my love
One day I will stand beside them whispering
Whispering, whispering to you my love
My family's whispering

Richard and Jack, Austin and Joyce
Snookie, Doris Ellen, all in one voice
Mama and Dad, Jolyon and Bud
Singing all night beside the Summer Rest mud
Colin and Rachael, Amanda and Jay
Firework nights and hide and seek days
Mamac and Mamaw cooking in the kitchen
All of us cousins crabbing and fishing

8. BREAK IT AND BREATHE

If you feel all alone, flesh in a world of clones
Have faith and listen to your deep internal microphone
I grew up weird and lean, the world was truly mean
And just as arrogant as Christmas in July
Degraded every day, I swore they all would pay
Yeah, I would rise above and dominate the world one day
One of my closest friends, he didn't have it in him
Countdown, baby, now... 3, 2, 1

The air explodes and one more soldier
Screams into the sky

Hey, my apologies, I wasn't listening.
My wife is whispering, my boy is playing in the yard
Sweet honey in the rock, we rock our local bar
We're far from famous man,
But everyone knows who we are
I think of Philip now, about what might have been
If his short story was a novel with a happy end
If he were here today we'd hit the road and drive
Every single day I wish he was alive

Right now our heat is slowly rising up into the air
To feed the ghosts that breathe around us
They are everywhere

Breathe... baby, you can break it and breathe
You can rise above it all
Baby, you can break it, we can break it,
You can break it and breathe

9. THANK GOD EVERYTHING ON TV IS A LIE

We've got to win the war on drugs for the sake of our society
Our future as a global force depends on our sobriety
Pornography corrupts us, it makes us less than pure
And if everyone found Jesus, all those fags would have a cure
If you don't support our president you don't support our nation
Intelligent Design is not just bullshit for creation
We don't assume you're guilty just because you're poor and black
And we're winning hearts and minds with every bullet in Iraq

Thank God everything on T.V. is a lie

There's no justice in America, Democracy's a fraud
And you really must be stupid if you think that there's a God
If you're straight and white and male you are the lord of the dominion
You were born as an opressor with no right to an opinion
If you build it we will burn it, eating meat is murder
Agree with everything we think or be branded a deserter
We own the moral highground, we are freedom when it rings
A fetus and a baby are completely different things

Thank God everything on T.V. is a lie

I'm inquisitive and questioning
I'm thinking and I'm free
I'm not one of you, or one of them, I'm one of me
I'm not in either party
Both sides are illegit
I've figured out that all of you are completely full of
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la

10. AMERICAN RAGE

I've listened to all of your nonsense
I've tried to make sense of it
It's left me broke and bleeding
Slow burn, American Rage

I take the hours they give me
My wife sleeps all alone
My son, he barely knows me
I am American Rage

My father sweat oil in a flat field
My mother taught children in school
We fought, and saved, and prayed
We bleed American Rage

I work every second I'm breathing
I'm on the clock every second I'm alive
But still I'm slowly sinking
I am American Rage

I'll be right behind you in your dreams, dear -
I'll be right behind you in your nightmare

11. ARE YOU READY?

Let's say theoretically that you're a patriot who wakes up
one morning and realizes his government has been overtaken
by liars, incompetents and thieves - are you gonna stand up like
Patrick Henry, or just get baked watching Patrick The Starfish?

Are you ready? When things are falling apart
You gotta keep your body moving if the news is getting dark
'Cause no solution can come from moping around
Keep your head above the water and your heart on holy ground
My constitution is forged from Carnegie Steel
Ellis Island, Rosa Parks, America for real
So are you ready to pull your boots on and ride?
Suck it up and slug it out, don't sit and let it slide

Don't let nobody tell you you can't wave your flag and cheer
Say what you think today, don't wait until next year

Are you ready? United people have clout
My fingers push this pencil, but our fist can take 'em out
Our solution depends on how much you care
Are you really gonna fight, or just pretend that you were there?
Our constitution is more than paper and ink
Be there to defend it when it's had too much to drink
So are you ready to stand and sober it up?
The winds of change are flammable and ready to erupt

Don't let nobody tell you you can't fix the stuff that stings
The Liberty Bell may be cracked, but it's loud and it still rings

Are you ready to stop just running your yap?
Stand up like you mean it, put your body in the gap
'Cause no solution can come from being afraid
Of all the filthy maggots getting fat and getting paid
Our constitution is worth my life to defend
Any traitor in the driver's seat must suffer for his sin
So are you ready to fix our government's past?
Don't be your daddy's Democrat, YOU KICK 'EM IN THE ASS!

Yeah, are you ready?

SEARCHING FOR THE ELVIS KNOB

1. SOYLENT GREEN

She called herself a breakdown
Though she didn't mean it then
The critics loved it so she said it so much
She became the full embodiment
And sunk down with the sin
Her boyfriend knocked the walls down
Though it wasn't what he meant
And by the time he had that gun in his mouth
There was no left left around him
To give back the things he'd spent

All those hours in that cramped little van
Hoping for the gears of that machine
And when they fill my plate, believe me I eat
But the aftertaste tastes just like Soylent Green

There's so much blood there on the grandstand
Yeah, it's great to watch them die
Children praying for their place, it's so real
How can you not afford a ticket to
A travelling suicide?
If all the magic's smoke and mirrors
If it isn't even there
If it's all about just money and hype
Maybe you can give some reason
Why you think that I should care

"Don't you want to be the one they all love?"
I can't lie, at times I wish I held that scene
But as the crimes unfold and suits go home safe
And I crush my amp right off of the stage
Go fish magic, can I catch it? I try
To let you feel exactly what I mean

I want to reach you, but God give me the strength
To hold you free and clean from Soylent Green

2. I DON'T HAVE A JOB

Monday morning, no storm warning
Hop into the boat we bring our water stuff and beer
Jump a wave or two and then
Waterbomb some fishermen
Raise up the pirate flag, hit 'em where it hurts
Eat crustaceans, greet some Haitians
Overrun an oil rig, it's really big, and now it's ours!
We got our own country now, who cares about the Dow?
We're printing our own money, we got everything we need

And I don't have a job
I just drink beer and play guitar
So don't get mad if I don't care if you don't like my songs
'Cause I don't have a job

Next day, Tuesday, think I wanna snooze day
But Alex and Joey have a better idea
Camcorder living large, batteries are fully charged
Time to make a movie so we call up all our friends
Fake blood, costumes, naked butts and air balloons
Santa Claus, Gumby, we shoot it downtown
Twinkledoon'll edit it, fix a drink and soon forget
Jagermeister, Jagermeister, Jagermeister, Yeah!

I don't have a job
I just drink beer and play guitar
So don't get mad if I don't care if you don't like my songs
'Cause I don't have a job

Wednesday, can't slip, hump day road trip
Pile into our cars and go investigate the world
Misdemeanors on the run, fireworks and bubblegum
We don't need an interstate
It's backroads all the way
Look for future spouses, cool abandoned houses
Eat a picnic, climb a tree, feed some ducks
Always travel randomly, never know what we might see
Buy a map to figure out just where the hell we are

And I don't have a job
I just drink beer and play guitar
So don't get mad if I don't care if you don't like my songs
'Cause I don't have a job
I don't have a job
I just drink beer and play guitar
I'm 100 proof and my old roof
Can withstand these hurricane blows
Any rain and thunder that I'm under's
Only gonna wet my clothes
I dance and smile and all the while
Watch my garden as she grows
Hell yeah, I don't have a job

3. NEVER DISAPPEAR

As the bars downtown exhale
Into a street of blinking lights
And you wander out alone into a crowd
Of could-be sex and fights
Wrap your coat real tight around you
Moving past the takeout lines
Past acts of quiet kindness,
Crying drunks, and petty crimes
And it's not cigars and brandy
It's cigarettes and beer
Make no mistake you're in it's wake
You're definitely here

Hail Mary
Full of grace
Hail Crazy Eddie
God bless him stuck in outer space
Hail your mother
Who doesn't want you here
This will all be gone
It'll never disappear

>From the princess born in Burbank
To the lobsterman in Maine
It only takes a high school yearbook
Or an old hit song refrain
And like when Moses dropped his hands
It all comes rushing in
Everything seems possible
We can all start fresh again
And I have to tell ya baby
It's the truth, it's not a lie
We're all still fresh and seventeen
We only have to try

Hail Mary
Full of grace
Hail Crazy Eddie
God bless him stuck in outer space
Hail your father
Who said to conquer fear
This time is real
It'll never disappear

4. BUSY WORK

He worked all night
And didn't notice that the light had changed
Looked up
And the sun just jumped all suddenly around
If all those hours feel like busy work
Can you still maintain
Can you still hang on

But out on the porch
It's nothing but sun
Nothing is over until you say it's done
Half drunk and frayed
The marsh all agleam
And I know exactly
What that busy work means

A little coffee
And I'm ready now to call you up
I see the shower slowly opening your eyes
I see the mornings I was half asleep
And you were there
Even when you weren't

And out in the yard
There's nothing but sun
A bright English garden, wet webs newly spun
The salt in my hair
I'm free and I'm clean
And as your phone rings
I know what busy work means

You know it's me
And for a second we just sit and wait
Like when you brace yourself
And jump into the sea

All the colors of the sky
And now the sun's come up
The sun, it snuck right up

And out on the sea
It's nothing but sun
And all of those storms we built converge into one
We'll weather the tides
We'll build and be strong
Children and work and picket fences and songs
And out in the world
There's nothing but sun
I know it'll change, but when it's all said and done
I'll still be here
There's no in between
And that's what the pain of all that busy work means

5. SWEET PATRICE

God choreographs every Manhattan street
And the cabbies all weave
Through this clockwork ballet
Headlights like tinsel
Through the sweat, smoke and steam
What a magical, comitragical death of my dream

I told her I loved her
Over five thousand ways
But I never simply said it
So she never even knew
Now I'm here on this rooftop
With a stupid tattoo

Four and twenty blackbirds
And you taste like milk
It's got me sweating here in courderoy
That used to be silk
Sure, the graveyard's full of money
But all the epitaphs are lies
So I'm doomed to walk the walls
For Sweet Patrice

6. THIS CHEVROLET

The trees like miles
They fly right by
The closer I look the faster it moves
We're gonna spill out of control into the sky
He's still yelling over there
As he staggers on the wheel
We cross the double yellow
And jerk back towards the treeline

I knew I should have just ignored this clown
My seatbelt ain't worth a shit about right now
I'd rather walk twenty miles
Than stay here in this Chevrolet

The drunken fool
Behind this wheel
Staggers and stumbles two thousand pounds
Of Detroit factory steel
The others there with him
Just along for the ride
They're looking at each other
Wondering how they got here

OK man, I'd feel better if I drove
I don't care how well you think you know this road
Pull over, 'cause I'm not gonna die stupid
In this Chevrolet

Sweet Jesus
I will not fly into this sky
Forgive me
I'm sorry
I pray you'll let me wake up inside
This Chevrolet

7. LIVIN' ON THE BEACH

Girlies on the beach
You gotta love a preacher's daughter
The perky figure of the girl next door
Doin' things she shouldn't oughtta
It only takes a single wave
To liberate the honeys
It seems like nothing's out of reach
Yeah, I love livin' on the beach

Category Four is off the shoreline
Churning up a perfect break
All the surfers quit their dayjobs
While the geeks evacuate
No lecture every changed a local
Nobody wants to hear your speech
You ride the storm out here with us
Or you ain't livin' on the beach

You got your lotion and your lawn chair
You got your break from urban life
You see the chance for relaxation
I see the chance to steal your wife
You tourists flood the beach each summer
You do more harm than hurricanes
But you can't sweat me, I'm the peach
And I love livin' on the beach

8. MAGNOLIA GROVE

Your parents, they warned you
Against the kind of boy who parks your cars
And has himself one hell of a nerve
My momma, she says I shouldn't oughtta
Dream about a woman I could never deserve
None of them could ever see
How someone like you
Could talk to someone like me

And my little devil says
I oughtta pull you closer now
But I just want to smile awhile
Since the boundaries just came down
In Magnolia Grove

My black boots, my big eyes
My t-shirts and my Levi's, I work all day
I sweat my passions out in the yard
I tell you I need a shower and you
Pull me close
You take me so completely offguard
Jasmine, Spanish Moss and Sycamore too
But as I breathe, the only accent is you

And my little devil says
I wanna circus up and down
But I think I'll just smile awhile
Since we're breaking brand new ground
In Magnolia Grove

9. HEAVE AWAY, BOYS

The Luna was loaded by Monday
Madder, rum, lumber and lime
As her masts swing past Currituck Inlet
The lookout slowly waves Carolina goodbye
Day by day they sail steadily onward
Reach the Bahamas, and head back for home
The wind starts to sprawl on the 21st morning
The Luna starts to yaw, as the bosun's voice booms

calling, "Pull boys, for our sons and our daughters
Our wives pace the widow's walk 'til Spring
But with patience and tide, and a westerly wind
And with God on our side, we'll get home boys
So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather
And no new songs to sing
But with courage and pride, and a break in this storm
And with God on our side, we'll get home"

Weston Burr hails from Bristol, Rhode Island
Ran off to sea at the age of thirteen
On schooner and sloop from Nantucket to Sydney
Walking with the strength of all the places he's seen
As the troughs deepen quickly and rumble
And the bilge water creeps ankle deep
Weston just smiles at the younger men, laughing
"It's just another storm," he says,
As he wrestles the sheet and calls out,

"Pull boys, for our sons and our daughters
Our wives pace the widow's walk 'til Spring
But with patience and tide, and a westerly wind
And with God on our side, we'll get home boys
So pull through the weather, wet canvas and leather
And no new songs to sing
But with courage and pride, and a break in this storm
And with God on our side, we'll get home"

We were out fishing drum in September
Cruising just north up from Flying Pan Shoals
The gale seemed to crawl right up out of the ocean
Alex cut lines and we headed for home
We all lost our breath as Her bow plunged past starboard
Two hundred years since The Luna went down
Still manned with 112 seaman and Weston Burr's howling corpse
Unaware that he'd drowned

10. SWIM OUT TO THE JETTY

There's a blanket soaked with rum down there
In the bottom of the boat
And a tree five hundred yards away
Wears initials that I wrote
And that island right there to the north
Is where I camped when I was young
J.D., Moose, and Hans, and me
Fireworks and guns

And I swim out to the jetty in the middle of the night
And I scream on top of those big black rocks
As the sky bursts into light
So hoist the sails of sunken ships
And play that dead man's card
I live here in this great Cape Fear
In the honor of the guard

Well, the winds blow off the water
As I ease back in my chair
My beer tastes cold as the clouds unfold
And the rain fills up this air
Yeah, for centuries my families
Have fished and worked this land
And they make me whole
Their bone and soul in every grain of sand

And I swim out to the jetty in the middle of the night
Two hundred years of conquered fears
To make me watertight
So I hoist the sails of dead men's ships
And toast to lives too hard
'Cause I live here in this great Cape Fear
In the honor of the guard

Well, this town, it's growing way too fast
There's more here everyday
New Hollywood, Las Vegas,
Or at least that's what they say
And the traffic's getting stupid
And the trees all get cut down
And me? I pray for hurricanes
So developers will drown

And I swim out to the jetty in the middle of the night
And one day that riptide's gonna fill my lungs
It's gonna pull me out of sight
And I'll hoist the sails of Blackbeard's ships
I'll set course by phosphorous stars
I live and die right here in this great Cape Fear
In the honor of the guard

11. SAINTED

I see the way she breathes
So full inside her tan
Sainted by the sea and sand

I know the way she feels
All shivering on the land
Sainted by the sea and sand