The Ride:
Your bottom line is gone
Your factory is shutting down
They're discontinuing your model and your crown
The jackal's on your fence
He's got some place to sell
You gave him all your hell, just to take away your will
Because you know the morning drive
Won't ever
Ever let you survive the ride
Your guard is coming down
You've met your every need
Your gardens given to the dusty king of weeds
Your engine will not fire
No flash up in the pan
No roadblock left to sire the last footsteps of man
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Helvetica:
Guilt you can borrow but you can't give it back
It creeps in the morrow of both of your hands
So throw a bigger stone down your sweet little path
Sew your oats and find what you're after
Forget all your sorrow and wash off your hands
Forgive what you can't know and keep around who you can
I hope you're at home I hope when you laugh
The devil will cry crude oil from hereafter
Kill your tomorrow and cancel our plans
Light a last Claro and throw a smile to your fans
Row it alone on your white river raft
Find you a cove that echoes your laughter
But when that's all said and done
Why don't you run
Home to me
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Manuals:
Take away my home sweet saddles
Let our laughter air pollute
Your frayed ends are something we all could use
Sockets cradle brown baby's blues
Blanketing all other hues
Some day all your soldiers lay down by noon
Don't tell me it's the wayward honkies
Don't you sell my quiet tapping shoes
Your hell is the only modern damn day saloon
Will any other see the light switch
Before the getting gains no good
Our manuals just happen to be on the loose
Would you like us to see you floating
Hovering without shit to prove
Well lay your head on a crown shaped bed to soothe
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Goodbye:
The jig is all up, the great will's been spent
On ocean's of people corrupted and bent
And when I awoke from my decade of rest
I cracked a smile when I saw you had left
Because I know oh no
That wasn't you
A calm little fire, a baby at rest
A future not ours, no home to be blessed
Paint as a crime or praise as a test
We lie to ourselves that it's for the best
When we know oh no
That wasn't you
A Stranger is rapping on my back door
My old boots are on, my coffee is poured
I bat one last lash at things once adored
As I shake off the night and walk off to war
I know oh no
That wasn't you
Millbrook Needs a Taco Bell:
I work in a place called Millbrook New York it's a small little white bred community
There aint no place to eat there except a chinese place, diner and deli
Just a bunch of rich white folks and the people who serve them
I'm sure most of you might call it hell
But it'd be heaven for me if for one little thing
Millbrook would get a Taco Bell
If Millbrook got a Taco Bell I could drive to work everyday with a smile
High on my life, drunk on my joy like a pedophile alone with a child
On 9/11 two airplanes crashed into the World Trade Towers and they fell
That happens everyday inside my brain because Millbrook aint got a Taco Bell
If Millbrook got a Taco Bell all the Arabs and Jews would make out
White folks would stop being scared of the blacks
And all the queers would feel free to come out
You can call me an ignorant sad sack of shit, but you know you never can tell
All the great things that will happen to Earth when Millbrook get's a Taco Bell
In my mind I'm already there - Everyday on my lunch break, everyday you hear
And the lady at the counter says "Hey Ryan what can I get for you?"
She knows my name because I'm there everyday and I say "Hey Lady"
Yeah Hey Lady's her name
Hey Lady why don't you fetch me my usual plate
And that's a double decker taco supreme, seven layer burrito
A cheesy gordita, a mexican pizza and chicken enchirito
Why not a large Mt.Dew, Cinnamon twists and fire sauce sure would be swell
Who needs a god at the end of their life when Millbrook's got a Taco Bell
Oh Millbrook Need's a Taco Bell
I need a Taco and you need a taco
He needs a Taco and she needs a taco
We need a taco to eat a taco
Millbrook needs a Taco Bell
