Bask in your faded glory, You can't tell right from wrong. You won't be there to say 'We're through'. And if you're feeling let down, it's 'cause we let you down. We thought we'd do the same for you. So now I'll tell it basic: I can't conceive of life with you. And there's no such thing as love. So I don't believe in love. You've suffered no misfortune, that could have steered you wrong. There's only your weak mind to blame. You're just making excuses, they wouldn't turn you on. It's that you've got your tears for shame. I think it's such a waste that, we can't believe a word from you. And there's no such thing as love. So I don't believe in love. You cannot bear contrition: To recant, you're resigned. We detect no remorse in you. It's your chronic remission, your splitting hairs, we find: Our abject lack of faith in you. And yet there is no action, it's just a big distraction, too. 'Cause there's no such thing as love, and we don't believe in love.

I've been living in fear for years unbalanced here that I might fall that someone would find out my tears expose my truth and tell it all. But I know I would die in their faces, so that's the reason why I hide my babydoll. When I'm making up my bed I think about my babydoll then I wish that I were dead like I'd never come aware at all. But my washing is erasing all the traces, so I can lead a life of crime with my babydoll. When you're in the shower do you think about the soap? When you're on the ladder do you think about the rope? When you're all alone you know you've got a hand to hold and you rub it up and down and in and out. Is this really all that life's all about? All these lies are quite the same: my heart, my soul, my babydoll. I would flush it down the drain: my flesh, my brain, my cannonball. But the addict is engrained in the concious soul, so I never can be free from my babydoll.

They say that you’re too high strung, and that there’s no right way for you. They’re begging you "please" but you never calm down! They say that the price is too high, but the cost means naught for you. You’re ready to buy and you never come down. It’s not to late to realize You’re becoming what we all despise I won’t pretend that I don’t know or that I don’t care. I won’t pretend that it’s still yesterday But I just won’t let you look away There’s no reason for this behavior, so quit that stare. You’ve based your whole personality on what they think of you. You’ve got all the things but they never come round. You’ve got all items designer, but that’s not enough for you. You’ve got to "succeed" so they don’t see a clown. I know you just don’t want to compromise, But now you’re too absorbed to hear our cries. If this is what you call success then we just don’t care. You could find someone who cares for wealth. You could trade your friends for someone else. We could give you up for "lost" but we wouldn’t dare. You think you’re still one of us, but there’s only one of you; If you want to come back, then you’d better calm down. We hope that it won’t last, so when you feel so alone We’ll be waiting here, if you ever calm down.

I'm working here to further crime, just standing here stoking the fires. I'm working here 'cause I believed in truth. I'm lonely running out of time; I've lost my skills and I can't be hired. I'll never get to be the same as you. How long have you been way too tired to try? (Hello Sailor) How long since you had lost that living high? (Hello Sailor) How many years have you been feeling used? (Hello Sailor) How many years since you left the roost? (Hello Sailor) I cower looking down the line; all sacrificed yet I haven't sired A single son from inspiration's use. Now older and the vein is mined; It's all tapped out and I'm not yet retired No riches come from this equation's proof. Lost time and I've lost hair in pleasing you. (Hello Sailor) No difference made and nothing left to do. (Hello Sailor) No savings gonna build a friend for me. (Hello Sailor) Disillusioned and devoid of all belief. (Hello Sailor) God/Devil and the Heaven/Hell; they're all sweet dreams and I'm not even tired, Just comatose from all the work I do. Book, candle and a ringing bell; been struck, been stuck, but I've never been read. Flame's burning out, I don't know what to do. Hello sailor - a ringing bell. Hello sailor - a lit candle. Hello sailor - an open book. Hello sailor - a long last look. Hello sailor - a pointed stick. Hello sailor - do the arithmetic.

If you’re a loser but you’re sure you’d like to be put down in history; You’ve got a cause but you know no one wants to hear your ideology. If you’re dejected or rejected don’t you know I’ve got the perfect plan. If you believe enough it’s easy to become a Bomberman! Bombers become heroes – not right. When the deed is done reporters run to find the man who did the deed, But to reward him with celebrity for killing: Is that what we need? They might print his manifesto, they might run his picture every night. There are no laws… but they lend credence to his cause; I think it just aint right. Bombers become heroes – not right. All this time we thought that terrorists and against sought to do us in. That may be true, but we forget how much we wallow in our own sin. We should worry, but we have no need to import fear from somewhere else. Thank you, we can make the terror right at home: we do it to ourselves. Bombers become heroes – not right. For every bomber there’s a message and that message can do you in: "Hey! You! Look at me! I’d kill you for some attention!" And the rest of us, we try to go about our lives as best we can. But don’t stop living in fear, anyone might be a BOMBERMAN!

I've been living in fear for years unbalanced here that I might fall that someone would find out my tears expose my truth and tell it all. But I know I would die in their faces, so that's the reason why I hide my babydoll. When I'm making up my bed I think about my babydoll then I wish that I were dead like I'd never come aware at all. But my washing is erasing all the traces, so I can lead a life of crime with my babydoll. When you're in the shower do you think about the soap? When you're on the ladder do you think about the rope? When you're all alone you know you've got a hand to hold and you rub it up and down and in and out. Is this really all that life's all about? All these lies are quite the same: my heart, my soul, my babydoll. I would flush it down the drain: my flesh, my brain, my cannonball. But the addict is engrained in the concious soul, so I never can be free from my babydoll.

All energy down the drain – my limbs grow weak and I don’t feel the same; I’m running down – but don’t think I’m the only one. This attitude I can’t explain – I’m all concern ‘ cause I can’t save the brain; I’m running down – my thought processes have come undone. I cannot fall all to pieces – while there’s still work to do. I cannot make all decisions – I’ve got to leave some for you. Can’t lie in a bed of flowers – till my phone mail’s gone. Can’t die in a mobile casket – without my pager on. I’m running down. My body’s thrown me a curve - for all mistreat I get what I deserve; I’m running down – there’s no thanks to the vitamin. All addict, no caffeine buzz – no coffee/tea can clear my brain from fuzz; I’m running down – but I’m not telling anyone. I’m not gonna ask the doctor – won’t take no happy pills. I’m not gonna take vacation – I won’t head for the hills. I won’t catch a nasty virus – if I don’t go outside. If I sleep at the office, I’ll have no need to hide. I’m running down. I don’t want to self-pity: It’s way to late to ask for sympathy; But I’m running down – who cares if I’m the lonely one? No use in counting sleep – I can’t turn off my brain/too tired to sleep; ‘cause I’m running down – when morning comes I see the sun. I don’t want to be a slacker: I’m still under the gun. I just want to make a living; but these legs just won’t run. I’m not gonna heed the warnings, because it’s just too bleak. If I can survive the morning, maybe I can survive the week. I’m running down.

Patriot/Expatriate Sick-ceeding of reading lies today Check baggage down a run-a-way Dust off a plain tomorrow My country left in yesterday No view and nothing left to say I'll sit it out Politics! I'll sit it out It isn't meaning so much then I'm leaving my views at customs Patriot/Expatriate My ailing is an alien kind of truth My stars and stripes they serve no use My tongue among the heathen They keep my soul among the fruits No information is no truth I'll wait it out Ignorance! I'll wait it out All heads asleep I'll find myself My mind wanders for its health Save one more day for travel Flying one way: unravel Struck out alone: Together, returned home

You’re reading my life and my time, wondering what to do. You won’t be my wife, won’t be mine; what’s it mean to you? But you just don’t wake my soul, So you cannot take control. Where did we go so wrong? When did we go so wrong? Keep your nose where it belongs! My heart’s long gone. You sit in that office and you talk about my past. You come here so often like my clock is running fast. I won’t happen overnight, And some things don’t go so right. Where did I go so wrong? Why did I go so wrong? Why is it me you’re counting on? I take so long… Think I know the reason you depend on my success: Vicariously live through me; you’re life’s such a mess Because time will take its toll And I’ll never make your goal. Where did you go so wrong? When did you go so wrong? It’s not me who "must be strong", It’s you who’s wrong!

We grow up we grow apart. We get old, beget young. We can't be bothered with what we used to call fun. Hide grouped in families, secretly so alone. The way it's meant to be? I don't think so! Now... We grow in, we grow out. Don't listen, we don't shout. This kind of compromise is what it's all about. Don't cry when nobody wants to know... just don't think. That's just the way it is? I don't think so! Now... Now that the clock is running, look what we're all becoming; ambition or tragedy in the mirror? Bills to pay and pills to swallow. Promises that all ring hollow. Can we see society in the mirror? "We're all free!" they all lie. Can't escape! Wonder why it's called a living, but you don't have a life. You can't rebel against what you do to yourself. The great society? I don't think so! Now...

I can't be the only one whose been ignored for being the nerd here; Back then my skills could be distained by you. Our view of technology: "It's all good fun" but you won't be seen here. My culture's always been distained by you. When the retro-rockets fire, that's when you'll be undone, for all your unkind words to nerds and poking fun When you get to see the future, that's when you'll see you're wrong, 'cause we're the only ones who know what's going on. --chorus Retro-rocket, from the past Brings the future, coming fast Your smugness it just can't last Ignorance will kick your ass Years ago you thought us cursed What we liked you thought the worst Watch all your perceptions burst Retro-rocket comes in first! --start rap --- You made fun of our obsession with technology you teased us, and called us names but we always knew we were right and now all of our hard work has paid off Now everything is run by computers and soon the internet will be the dominant media You're living in our world now So from here on, we'll be making the rules Because of our intellectual efforts computers have made life easier, more economical, and more convenient... for us. Those of us who always believed, who honed our skills are now being rewarded beyond our wildest dreams The rest of you have some catching up to do. So always remember, when you stare at the screen, confused and annoyed that we are exacting our revenge, one keystroke at a time You're paying us back with every upgrade, and on every tech support call we are laughing at you Enjoy your new life... welcome to our information age. --end rap --- Wake up in the modern age it's all brand new, but we've always been here. Now you're living in our world, not built for you. But we've reached another stage, turned another page, and we've nothing to fear. This is out revenge for all you've put us through. When the retro-rockets fire, that's when you'll know we've won, 'cause we're the ones who've finally got it all to run. You might think this is the future, but we don't even care. When you arrive, you find that we're already there. --chorus Retro-rocket, now at last, we can take them all to task. Stupid questions they may ask, in our wisdom they will bask. For our answers, oh so terse, you will need a data nurse. For your hunger and your thirst, price of knowledge fills our purse. When your grasp exceeds your reach, of concepts deep; and we've no time to teach, You might exercise one brain cell or two. If you learn it on your own, a seed is sown, and your mind might have grown. Maybe you'll learn that what we're feeling is true. When the retro-rockets fire, that's when your mind will burn when you fill up with all the concepts that we've learned. By the time you finally get it, you'll ask what you were on We've filled our bags with profits; we've already gone.

I've been living in fear for years unbalanced here that I might fall that someone would find out my tears expose my truth and tell it all. But I know I would die in their faces, so that's the reason why I hide my babydoll. When I'm making up my bed I think about my babydoll then I wish that I were dead like I'd never come aware at all. But my washing is erasing all the traces, so I can lead a life of crime with my babydoll. When you're in the shower do you think about the soap? When you're on the ladder do you think about the rope? When you're all alone you know you've got a hand to hold and you rub it up and down and in and out. Is this really all that life's all about? All these lies are quite the same: my heart, my soul, my babydoll. I would flush it down the drain: my flesh, my brain, my cannonball. But the addict is engrained in the concious soul, so I never can be free from my babydoll.