1. |
Jadzia
03:45
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Meet me on the bridge
Meet me in my ready room
Meet me in the Jeffries tubes
Meet me in my quarters
Meet me on the bridge
Meet me in my ready room
Meet me in the Jeffries tubes
Meet me in my quarters
Oh, Jadzia
How could they do that to you?
Killed you right there
How could they do that to you?
For no reason
How could they do that to you?
Oh, Jadzia
How could they do that to you?
That to you?
That to you?
That to you?
Talk to everyone you’ve been before
You said it’s like play acting
You said it’s like play acting
But you didn’t know, you didn’t know
That he would be passing through
Oh, Jadzia
How could they do that to you?
Do you remember?
How could they do that to you?
One more reason
How could they do that to you?
One more body
How could they do that to you?
That to you?
That to you?
That to you?
For no reason
For no purpose
Meet me on the surface
I'll transport you down
For no reason
For no purpose
Meet me on the surface
I'll transport you down
Oh, did you fix it?
Oh, did you fix it?
Oh, Jadzia, did they fix you?
Oh, did you fix it?
Oh, did they fix you?
Down in that dark room?
Did they fix you?
For no reason
For no purpose
Meet me on the surface
I'll transport you down
For no reason
For no purpose
Meet me on the surface
I'll transport you down
Oh, Jadzia
Oh, Jadzia
Why would they do that to you?
Oh, Jadzia
Oh, Jadzia
Why would they do that to you?
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2. |
Tits Out!
02:54
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Restriction, compression
To teach my chest a lesson
Expensive, aggression
To take away my oxygen
Restriction, compression
To teach my chest a lesson
Expensive, oppression
To take away my oxygen
I didn't really mind them about 50 pounds ago
But I'm getting too fat for this
I'm just gonna say no!
Oh!
B-R-A!
B-R-A!
NO B-R-A!
B-R-A!
My girlfriend really likes bras
And I get that, but I hate them
My girlfriend really likes bras
And I get that, but I hate them
My girlfriend really likes bras
And I get that, but I hate them
She thinks my tits look great in them
I get that but I hate them! Oh!
B-R-A!
B-R-A!
NO B-R-A!
B-R-A!
The B is for bad
The way they make me feel!
The R is for repulsive
The way they make me feel!
The A is for awful
The way they make me feel!
B-R-A it’s the way they make me feel!
Oh, B-R-A!
Oh, B-R-A!
B-R-A!
B-R-A!
NO B-R-A!
B-R-A!
Some people say to burn your bras,
But bitch, I disagree
That just seems like a waste of fuel and oxygen to me!
Oh, some people say to burn your bras,
But bitch, I disagree
That just seems like a waste of fuel and oxygen to me!
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3. |
Stormtrooper
04:27
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They came in their transport ships
A hundred miles wide
And started marching through our green
And idle countryside
They came and took my mother
They came and took my friend
My sister, she was young enough
And so they took her in
I know that under those white hoods
They're fragile people too
And I'm not sure, if I was them
What I would choose to do
It's hard to be a rebel, yeah
It's easier to hate
So, hug your local Stormtrooper…
And shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face!
Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the!
Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face!
Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the!
Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face!
They say they're born into the life
A clone from long ago
Obedience and violence
Is all these soldiers know
We can't rewrite our stories
They can't escape the call
That doesn't mean we'll take it when
They want to kill us all
Kill us all! Kill us all!
Kill us all! Kill us all!
We stole a couple ships from them
But then they blew them up
Now, they've got fancy laser guns
And all we've got is rocks
We all deserve to live and love
The place that we grew up
But don't preserve their culture
Cause their culture fucking sucks
It's hard to be a rebel, yeah
But if this is your fate,
Just find your local Stormtrooper
And shoot em in the mother fucking face!
Shoot ‘em good! Shoot ‘em dead!
Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking head!
Shoot ‘em good! Shoot ‘em dead!
Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking head!
Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the!
Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face!
Shoot ‘em in the! Shoot ‘em in the!
Shoot ‘em in the motherfucking face!
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4. |
Anarchist EMT
02:16
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Who's that girl there hiding in the bloc?
A bottle of maalox pushed up her sock
Arms like steel beams, eyes like glass
She's got a red cross on her black face mask
Is she a communist? Maybe!
Is she a goth? Maybe!
Is she a pacifist? Probably not!
Who is she? Who is she? Who is she?
She’s an anarchist EMT
Anarchist EMT
She got it from the local community college
Her thirst for healing leftist knowledge
She's got 60 hours training in conflict resolution,
And she doesn't give a shit about the constitution!
She hates reporters, she calls them vultures
The tattoos on her knees say security culture
Her left coat pocket is a faraday cage
And when she goes hunting, it's for stingrays!
Fuck ancaps, fuck mancoms!
Fuck tankies and fuck smoke bombs!
Fuck drones and loans and pepper spray!
You know what, fuck the USA!
Anarchist EMT
Anarchist EMT
Oh, chest compressions
Chest chest compressions
Chest compressions
Chest chest compressions
Who needs the gym when you've got chest compressions?!
Her mom's really into Bill O’Reilly
Her brother asks why she's never smiling
Her dad thinks unions are almost murder
But her girlfriend's a certified legal observer
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5. |
Driving Daydream
03:03
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Contemplating the leather steering wheel
Smelling the stale wine of the night
We consider the carbon metaphoric ideal
Darling, a reminder of the consistent oversight
Whispering the long forgotten smile
Holding onto absent futures of the night
We becomes I, the commonplace exile
My hands on the steering wheel, something isn’t quite
Going, going, going, going, gone
Going, going, going, going, gone
My thoughts turn to the contingent past
What could have been, should have been unsurpassed
Images flashing, a reimagined thrill
The warmth of your hands, the pull of your laugh
It’s going, going, going towards the inevitable break
The same old yellow jet stream beam
But, darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream
Darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream
Tasting the cherry lipstick on my lips
Pulling the words right out of my mouth
Our falter begins, destroys the partnership
We becomes I, my mind not quite
Going, going, going, going, gone
Going, going, going, going, gone
My thoughts turn to the contingent past
What could have been, should have been unsurpassed
Images flashing, a reimaged thrill
The warmth of your hands, the pull of your laugh
It’s going, going, going towards the inevitable break
The same old yellow jet stream theme
But, darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream
Darling, it’s just a drive and a daydream
And a daydream!
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6. |
Oh, Nancy
04:16
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I take comfort in this daydream
Where we’re forever together, our hands intertwined
I'll never forget your thoughts
Always racing, chasing ideas with mine
Never any concern for the how, the what, or the when
Now, I'll never know what could have been
Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know
You're the first thing in my head
Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know
You're the one thing I regret
Oh, Nancy, did you know that your name
Was the last word on my mind?
The last thing to cross my lips?
Cross my lips
Before I died
Contemplating the stale beer on my tongue
Shotgunned and feeling bile in my lungs
It seems that I’ve chased you into someone else
While running from my own fear of myself
And fear of losing you resulted in losing you
But that's okay, ‘cause I'm lost too
Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know
You're the first thing in my head
Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know
You're the one thing I regret
Oh, Nancy, did you know that your name
Was the last word on my mind?
The last thing to cross my lips?
Cross my lips
Before I died
Get out of Hawkins, never look back,
Never look back, just see tomorrow
Get out of Hawkins, never look back,
Never look back, forget everyone you know
Just see tomorrow
Oh, Nancy, did you know, did you know
You're the first thing in my head
You're the one thing I regret
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7. |
Holtzmann
03:02
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Cool inventions and really bad jokes
Bad butch wardrobe and drinks with the blokes
Tenure track fuckup always doing the most
I wanna backpack that helps me catch ghosts
Catch ghosts
Holtzmann invented the proton pack
She opened up a portal and still came back
She's got her own fusion reactor in Hoboken
And she chews her food with her mouth wide open
Mouth wide open
I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up
Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck
I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up
Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck
I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh
I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh
Wish I could pull off a jumpsuit like her
Walks like a jock and fucks like a nerd
Left hand in the air flipping off the man
Right hand deep in a Pringles can
Pringles can
I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up
Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck
I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up
Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck
I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh
I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh
Jillian Holtzmann, PhD
Who needs social skills with friends like these?
She's messy and tough, and she sticks to it
I wanna be an engineer who doesn't give a shit!
I wanna be Holtzmann
I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up
Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck
I wanna be Holtzmann when I grow up
Stop giving a fuck, stop giving a fuck!
I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh
I wanna be Holtzmann, whoah-oh
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8. |
Red Shirt Death
02:49
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Yesterday, I got the news
We needed away mission crews
If you choose me, I'll refuse
I can't go!
Call the captain, say I'm sorry
But today I'm stuck in bed
I can't wear my uniform,
‘Cause my sweater's fucking red!
I don't want a red shirt death!
Seven words, then final breath
Kill me slowly, nothing lowkey
I don't want a red shirt death!
Studied all the Starfleet stories
Went to the academy
So I know how this all goes
And you won't get it out of me!
When the captain said I would be chosen
I was so happy that I could cry
But my fate was so plain and unspoken
They just needed someone to die!
I don't want a red shirt death!
Seven words and final breath
Kill me slowly, nothing lowkey
I don't want a red shirt death!
I don't want a red shirt death!
Seven words and final breath
Kill me slowly, nothing lowkey
I don't want a red shirt death!
So I'm here, laying in bed
Stay off those transporter pads
I'm a guest actor, you're a nutcracker
I don't want a red shirt death!
I'm a guest actor, you're a nutcracker
I don't want a red shirt death!
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9. |
I'm Not Scared Of You
03:13
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Guess who's back in town?
Back for his crown?
I can't stop looking for you
Guess who's back in state?
Won't this be great?
I can't stop thinking about your taste
In girls, the ones who act so insecure
Your best conquest
Is always the one you haven't taken yet
I'm not scared of you
Are you scared of me?
You can't take us all
All castles fall, it just might take a while
Don't be fooled by grins
You know your end would really make me smile
What's he here to see?
Oh, is it me?
What does he think I did this time?
Will it be fine? Will it be fine? Will it be fine?
Will it be...?
I'm not scared of you
Are you scared of me?
I'm not scared of you
Are you scared?
Are you scared?
This is all a trick
You make me sick
The things you say, the things you think
Mouth so pink and hands so cold
You never grow up, it's so old
I'm gonna let you know it
You're no poet, you're a joke
Baby, you're so boring
Here's your warning
1, 2, 3, here’s your warning
I'm not scared of you
Are you scared of me?
You're no fucking poet
And you don't deserve a song
Yeah, he’s back in town,
But he won't be here for long
I'm not scared of you
Are you scared of me?
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10. |
Walkie Talkie
02:35
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I saw a girl at a pastry shop, she said
Watch out! The concrete!
The concrete's too hot!
That building outside is melting our town
I saw a girl on the bus today
She said, do you ever, do you ever
Do you ever pray?
I said, no, sweetie, I don't roll that way, ‘cause I'm
‘Cause I'm gay!
I saw the girl at the pastry shop again
I got a feeling that
We're gonna be best friends
I loved the way her hands move over the dough
Oh... so... slow
I looked at her
She looked at me and smiled
It's like her eyes were asking, can we hang out for a while?
But I would never hit on someone while they were at work
‘Cause I'm not a jerk!
I walk where I work, and I work on this street
And I hate that the concrete is melting my feet
They say that they'll fix it, to just wait and see
But what the fuck!
Honestly!
The bus girl had a pamphlet for me, it said
Can I be Christian and LGBT?
I said thanks?
Um, ok
I told my bus friend
About the pastry shop
I said it seems like
You just really want to sit and talk
And so we got off at my usual stop
We ordered doughnuts and pastry girl sat down
She asked the bus girl
How ya like this part of town?
And neither of them mentioned the eye of Satan
Glaring at us from the window!
I’ll shorten up my story
They really hit it off
And now they live together in a little walk-up!
The pastry shop has a gay bible study Friday nights
And all my favorite shoes got ruined in the sunlight!
And all my favorite shoes
And all my favorite shoes
Got ruined in the sunlight
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