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Mistakes and Regrets
Totally Natural
Blight Takes All
Clair de Lune
Flood of Red
Mark David Chapman
Aged Dolls
A Perfect Teenhood
Sigh Your Children
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If I could make a list
Of my mistakes and regrets
I'd put your name on top
And every line after it
Because every inch of hope
Becomes a world of shame
I've had to walk through
Each and every day
And if I screamed you were wrong
At the top of my lungs
It would never return
All the faith that I've lost
Because there is nothing left to say
That has not been said
If I shouted, you wouldn't listen
I doubt it'd even sink in
If you forget how to feel
Reach inside your chest
Is there a heart beating?
Is there just emptiness?
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Look at his hand move
Check out the shape of his hips as he goes
Well he's totally natural
Well actually he's a white ghost
Performing in a video
He's totally natural (he's only an actor)
He's so beautiful to see
But something's lost underneath
Enter the wounded animal
Refuse the medals they bestow
Shake a hand, take a bow
It's so au natural
(He's on the screen...)
(He's only an actor)
The chains lie broken one by one
Of the molten sod illusion of a broken home
It's a street fight, it's a Friday night alone
It's a bottle that's warming on the shelf
It's feeling just inches away from death
It's a street, it's an icicle
It's a panic attack, it's only an act, yeah
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Just another Poland pose
With this new haircut
What am I to do?
Just another ringing alarm
In this empty room
I know what I can do
As spring hits my eyes
I revel in the mist
Something lustful bores a hole
Formed from doubt and worthless plans
This blight takes all
Just another death rattle dance
Are we homeward bound?
I know what can be blessed
When I heard that lost song
In this empty room
I know we'll be missed
As spring hits my eyes
I revel in the mist
Something lustful bores a hole
Formed from doubt and worthless plans
This blight takes all
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Well the mood settled down
Once the movie hit town
You know all the movies I've seen
You never did understand
How I watched all of them
Can't figure how you never did
Well the moon is so gold
That it conquers the soul
Like that very first moment we kissed
But you never will go far
In a Japanese car
Just thinking of the things that we've missed
What good are promises
If nobody honors them?
And so we never ask 'why?'
Don't say anything nice
And don't talk if we meet on the field
Because I want you to know
That I let it all go
Even if you never did
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Follow you into this suicide
Place a foot into this city of refuge
Carelessly mock those around us who
Laugh and cry
Carefully lock those fears, surround them with lies
From what I know
Can it do harm?
From one deadly
A burn to my skin
Blaze the underbelly with no remorse
Kiss the placid face of this frozen lake
Taken by the screaming rhetoric
Follow you into this suicide
From what I know
Can it do harm?
From one deadly sin
A burn to my skin
A flood of red
Bound by lust
From what I know
Bound by lust
Bound by trust
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We pierced the side of the idol
With the sharpened neck of an electric guitar
Bottled the water from the wound
Holy relic, the essence of star
But what does she care
It's just another blank stare
To a world that loves and hates you on a dare
Where the orphans ask
The widows the meaning of 'fair'
So let this be a drink
To quench this uncontrollable thirst
Tie the belt a notch tighter
Around anxious hearts set to burst
And when this once at least gilded cage has been
Stripped bare of flesh cold and numb
What have you done, Mark David Chapman?
Let all the desperate hours of boredom
Lead you to some meaning of truth
Bumps and bruises and notebooks
For heaven's jury as proof
The emotions were shrink wrapped, sold as scraps
Choose any scene from the vending machine
Somewhere lost in the night
A satellite transmitted dream
Industrial revolutions of the soul
Interchangeable hearts it's manufacturing
If we wear out each other it's okay
Just go buy another
So let this be a drink
To calm the shaking hands that you've found
Let this be release, forever unwound
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Drip drip on to the tombs of the soulless
Drip on to your aorta
Drip as fiery cinder
On to this sweltering town
No one gives a damn about your end
This is something you can count on
Drip down onto my forehead
On to my aorta
Drip as fiery cinder
Onto the sweltering town
So I'm sweet on you
I am transparent
So I'm sweet on you
I am a motherfucking ghost
(To amuse, to seduce)
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Take one
Take two
Believe it or not this is a plan of action
A perfect teenhood is a drug racket
It's a beautiful day and I am up and at 'em
Motorcycles and cops are the main attraction
Tommy Gun
Blood Lust
A perfect teenhood
Fuck you
A freak visitation from a sister planet
A holocaust situation requires network access
Information society takes a new direction
The highway and a gun, the latest fashion
Tommy Gun
Blood Lust
A perfect teenhood
Fuck you
Take one
Take two
So believe it or not, this is a plan of action
This ain't no mercy mission, this is target practice
The atomic thrust is gonna tear you askew
Agent X is Bettie Page, she's in the rear-view
Tommy Gun
Blood Lust
A perfect teenhood
Fuck you
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Sigh your children
Who have we?
All our lives and countless years
When your world
A glass heart aches
Wraps us unheard, unscathed
Will we, your children
Pine away
Your good news our destiny?
Is it something wrong
If this is what I want?
My time to fuck shit up
When all your gods
Turn to stone
Throw them all
Out the door
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Thanks to our buddy Rich Netley for transcribing these lyrics.
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