LYRICS TO SELECTED SONGS

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PARANOID BLUES

(Hard Rock: Very Thematic to Story)
We're working late in our garage Building you the last mirage The words and tunes are camouflage To set you up for our basic barrage We're gonna treat you too tough, we're rough you right up, uh huh We're tight and we're tasty And the latest in style We gotcha where we wancha With the twist of a dial So yeah if you wanna rock Then you are in for a shock We gotta little number just for stopping your clock We'll attack you then we'll jack you up and knock off your socks And play you the paranoid blues We're bashing out your baffled brains With rusty motorcycle chains You'll see the sights, you'll feel the pain You're all set up to get deranged We're gonna rip out your pipes, we're gonna plumb you up right, oh yeah We're not taking prisoners We're just copping slaves We're a religious disease Spread by radio waves So if you wanna get wrecked We can write you a check We keep it low profile, but we shred it high-tech We'll screw you and tattoo you, do you right in your neck Catch it tonight on the news Let's turn out the lights and flick on the projector We'll take the wheel of the image selector You might call us criminals, you might call us cancer You can call us collect and not get a straight answer Or write to Central Command, care of a rock and roll band We're the midnight cruisers, subconscious invaders We're what you hear about the hidden persuaders Cognitive cannibals, subliminal rapers The ultimate news you never read in the papers We make your myths on the spot and we call your cheap shots And we call it all the paranoid blues So if you wanna dance We're gonna give you a chance We've gotta little number that's a kick in the pants We'll zap you then we'll wrap you in electrical trance And play you them paranoid blues We're hooking up the sleep machines We're sure you'll all have pleasant dreams What it all means, we're into your genes And taking things to the rudest extremes It's all the big bang heat, to us you're just so much meat, uh huh We'll jump right off the bandstand For a kick in your face We'll eat you and excrete you We're the new human race So if you want a buzz We'll just turn up the fuzz If you wanna get wasted, well that's just what it does It's the oldest and the coldest stuff that there ever was Listen up, this is one of the clues To them cryptomorphological Pyramanizodiacal Kodachromozomal Schizofrebeephiliac Paranoiandroidal blues


DON'T LET'S TALK

(Husky Ballad by Female Lead)
Don't ever tell me to my face Bite your tongue, consider it done Let's just go through the motions Keep it to yourself this once Just don't speak the words you seek If I don't hear your voice Then I'll still have a choice We can't talk now It's not the time We can't talk here It's not the place We can't talk straight It's not the same Don't talk, dear Not to my face Don't try to write it down in words I read just fine between the lines Let's just scratch the surface I'd be stupid to get wise I don't read what I don't need If it's not black and white Then it can't be right Don't draw me any pictures, please I see it all scrawled on the wall Let's just keep this civil Don't do me any favors now It won't be hard to play that card I'll be last to know Don't tell me though Don't tell me so Tell it to the night Don't come too close We might catch our death Don't tell me no I'll never hear it right Don't even move Don't take a breath
BEEN SOME TIMES

(A Slow, Mournful Blues)
Been times that I loved Been times that I lost Been times that I lied Been times that were cruel Been times I got crossed Been times that I cried But I thought that this time It was my time for love Love, love, clean and true But you let them blues Get ahold of you You're just gonna lose These times gotta change These times gonna pass The time's gonna fly The time's gonna come The time never lasts These times go on by But I thought there'd be time Somewhere between the lines Some kind of love we could find Guess I thought that I Would get something right One of these times One time I was young One time I was strong One time I was high Times I was right Times I went wrong Times I ran dry I thought it was high time To be my time for a love Sweet like I never knew But then when the blues Get their hands onto you There ain't nothing to do


NE SELLEZ PAS

(Cynical Take on Sold-Out World Tour)
You can’t sell out What you ain’t got If you don’t know that That says a lot About the state of mind You’re likely to find Up in the big time You can’t sell out Something you ain’t got If you don’t know that Then you don't know squat Because talent talks And bullshit walks Up in New Yawk You can’t sell out Nothing you don’t got If you don’t know that Then you just best not Because the stuff you say Ain't enough to play In San Tropez You can't sell out What you ain't got C'est une pas de deux, mis enfants Une mise en scene, je ne sais quoi You just can't hide What you got inside When you go worldwide