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Teamwork

by Phileas

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They got nervous in Washington Disaster struck in Rome The stock’s gone up in Tokyo And that’s all I know We’ve got a situation The kind we’ve waited for Let’s break out the hardware And get to it We’ve got people in the capsule They’re ready to dock The aliens are coming Prepare for a culture shock Welcome to our system We extend the hand of peace And if one of these fuckers moves an inch It’s curtains Lets assemble the team Failure’s not an option Mirrors hide the eyes Lets assemble the team Danger’s no excuse Mirrors hide the lies And when you’ve given all you’ve got Your ass is mine So get your ass to attention ‘Cause it’s mine, mine, mine They’ve hacked into systems Infiltrated clubs So in the interests of freedom We’re locking you up Say goodbye to apple pie Kiss goodbye to sex It’s really nothing personal We just don’t like you Swi
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Death in Exile Here he comes With his sunken eyes Peering from the darkness And silent as the grave He who knows what’s out there The wisest one among us But wisdom’s not included in our plans We’re not letting death Gatecrash the party We’d rather make believe we’ll live forever We’ll wheel him in and prop him up And act like we don’t see him Then send him into exile once again (Congratulations You must be proud Love and happiness are all around I’ll drink to that I’ll drink to that Death in exile) Here he comes With his bony fingers Lost in a tuxedo And grey as the dust A veteran of parties With an eye for the truth We’ll keep him gagged Until the guests have gone We’re not letting death Gatecrash the party We’d rather make believe we’ll live forever We’ll wheel you in and prop you up And act like we don’t see you Then send you into exile once again Here he comes With his broken disposition Spoiling every snapshot And killing conversation He’s so pumped full of morphine He don’t know where he is We can safely ignore him till he’s gone
3.
Get out of Dodge There’s murder in the tumbleweeds Time to get out of Dodge There’s something I don’t like In the bartender’s eyes An uninvited guest Better watch his step When the earth is so hard and unforgiving The pumps will still pump When you’re far away Time to get out of Dodge But the well’s run dry There’s no use pretending The black sheep in the flock Will be the first to get the chop Time to get out of Dodge And down on Main Street They’re revving engines Psyching up to who knows what You wait for the screech of rubber From some book of revelation That’s written in the blood Of a mechanised crusade And there’s anger in the windows Time to get out of Dodge The wind will find your hiding place And whisper mistrust Out in the borderlands A new life awaits you Time to get out of Dodge
4.
Hannover 02:54
In a dark cellar in Hannover Sits a man with a piano accordion Weaving the strings of your life Into a personal memento You may not like the colour You may hate the style But for 5 minutes you’re a superstar From an ant’s eye view In no man’s land In the middle of the night On the eve of destruction You’re looking for yourself In the haze On a busy street in Hannover Amid the Saturday rush Sits an old man with a cup Far away, eyes shut You’ve seen him every day Same time, same place But today, something is different Today he’s hardly breathing In the morning sun After the explosion You think you know yourself And it scares you In a grey drizzle in Hannover Amid the sound of accordions I look for the indefinable In mirrors of eternity I long for the cellar of yesterday I long to be lost in the dark Knowing too much about everything Makes an enemy of the city In the middle of the night At the moment of impact You feel yourself die in a dream And it’s over
5.
Clean up your act Clean up your act Get a handle on chaos Before it makes a monkey of you And messes up your life Hoover up the shadows Illuminate the dust Pack your life into boxes Before Vesuvius erupts All the things that fester And all that goes bump in the night They’re conspiring against your happiness Now that just can’t be right Pull down the curtains Beat all the rugs Exorcise the demons And clean up your act What you call creativity Is a tumour in your gut What you think of as healthy Is a way to self-destruct You’re panning it all to the surface I hope you find gold I sure as hell hope you enjoy it It leaves me cold Your blessed relief Is my chemical spill You feel better inside While we contend with the overkill Your idea of honesty Is nothing left unsaid Your idea of openness Is a hole in the head
6.
Hotel Samba 04:33
Hotel Samba In the hotels of the world We are citizens of earth Drinking Irish coffee Speaking business English You can lose yourself In superficial bliss Sucking at the tit of capitalism There’s Elton John And filet mignon Screams from the kitchen Glide over into song It’s the kind of porridge That goes down without a fight Where the napkins are whiter than white Tomorrow is another day Go back to the market That won’t obey The rules you tried to set for it The rat that took the poison Down in the basement Was you in another life Tomorrow is another day Slide down the drainpipe To the Batmobile With blood on the fender It’s a dirty job But someone’s gotta do it And it’s you In the hotels of the world We’re laying the foundations For liberty, equality, solidarity While outside in the snow They’re beating back protesters Welcome to the hotels of the world Welcome
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The Baron & The Baroness The Baron & the Baroness Don’t care who you are Their world’s a different world Of glitter & fancy cars If they need your services They’ll call So please don’t ring this number again We keep it open for emergencies Because the Baron & the Baroness Left specific instructions There will be no admittance No matter what the reason Plague & death & destruction Will never open that door Until the dog needs to empty its bladder These are very important people And the man may call you In the middle of the night Just to talk to your answer machine And tell it your services won’t be required We regret the inconvenience May your downfall be painless As the bank repossesses your life Welcome to the scrap heap The rain eats through the tarmac And the wind blows from the west But all’s well in the world For the Baron & the Baroness Because the Baron & the Baroness May later require your head One day you’re a superstar The next you’re hung drawn & quartered While he’s out fucking the unions She’s giving birth to the babies There may be trouble on the horizon But nothing a bribe won’t fix
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Mr. G 04:25
Mister G If machines take over the world Will it be any time soon? Should I fear my PC When it won’t do what I want it to? If machines become so clever That they’re smarter than us Will it mean the end Of all the values we’ve built up? Won’t they just Wage war & burn with hate? Or just sit back in apathy While nature pays the ultimate price And love is long forgotten? Won’t they Turn art into economy And feelings into stocks and shares If machines take over the world Won’t you just miss us, Mr. G? If machines take over the world I bet you’ll really miss us If machines take over the world I’m heading for the woods Where there’s no mains outlets And no one takes a credit card If there’s no one to drink with I’ll drink to myself Be my own worst enemy And wait till all the fuss dies down
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Fired 05:56
Fired Knowing your place In the scheme of things Could be a matter of pride If you valued that kind of thing Instead of looking for ways To pump yourself up There’s no shame in modesty And willingness to serve Where’s the skill in making trouble? Or breaking taboos? You’re the most successful screw up On the ladder of success You’re gonna get yourself fired And where will you be then? Consider your credit rating Your whole future hangs in the balance All you have to do is kiss the dirt And lick the boots that rule your miserable existence And make what little you’ve got Seem like a lot It has come to our attention That there’s a discrepancy Between the prevailing corporate policy And that destructive shit you do Shape up, toe the line Be the thing we thought we hired You've got your own opinions But that's not part of the deal The most successful screw up On the ladder of success
10.
At the end of a long dirt road At the end of a long dirt road In a closed down mine Lies the hand of friendship Dead and gone It belonged to a man Now it belongs to the past As we salve our wounds with salt And quench our thirst with poison At the end of a long dirt road At the end of a long dirt road Where the train don`t stop any more You`re persona non grata In a wasteland It`s the place to come to When you wish to disappear And if your wish comes true No one weeps for you Because you`re not only wrong You`re wrong at the top of your voice I like big fat men like you When they fall they make more noise You`re full of empty promises And full of empty threats Your dirty little secret`s under siege At the end of a long dirt road You`re aching in your bones Your stomach`s lost its appetite Your money`s lost its shine Everyone thinks about getting out But no one`s got the guts To leave this deep dark hole At the end of a long dirt road
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The Best Years of our Half Lives Eat, drink and be merry For tomorrow we die It’s a euthanasia pact With the authorities Real men don’t protect themselves And real men don’t cry They just slowly decay People are expendable When they choose to be Or maybe it’s the lifestyle that seduces But it’s hell in that sarcophagus It’s murder on that beach But the money’s good So form an orderly queue These are the best years of our half lives Sold for a shilling Taken from the willing There’s enough naiveté To keep the world afloat Let’s drink to that Let’s work to keep the fat cats fat Eat, drink and be smelly For tomorrow we die It’s a date with danger every working day Real men don’t protect themselves And big boys don’t cry As long as it’s raining silver People are expendable…..etc. Eat drink and be jelly For tomorrow we die Spilling blood to build a better future Real men don’t protect themselves And real men don’t ask why Wind them up and send them on their way
12.
The Rock ’n’ Roll Zoo Don’t know whose idea it was To start a band Someone had a vision Hearing Sergeant Pepper and smoking reefer And it all came together in a glorious whole A gig or two and a fast talking manager And we were kings of the neighbourhood For a week or two Till the shine wore off And we carved up a cake of fictitious earnings In the rock ‘n’ roll zoo You can be a big shot too Play hide and seek with the Snow tiger and the silver fox Catch bear diseases from Goldilocks It’s all about percentages And that special thing you do Meet the freaky baboons In the rock ‘n’ roll zoo And we had people To take care of things Candy and Brandy And Cindy and James They were a team You didn’t need Until you had them around Like a human shield From the real world You could kid yourself you were celebrity From the attention you received Till the bubble burst And you were paying back The borrowed glory In the rock ‘n’ roll zoo You can be a big shot too Talk about hook lines And sinking sales Reminisce about the good old days It’s all about your image And that special thing you do Be freaky baboon In the rock ‘n’ roll zoo

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released December 1, 2005

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