1.Phone Call
I've seen you a while now
Long enough to be close
There's some things about you
That i should know
(i still don't)
With all the questions we didn't ask
Our conversations could never last
Our moments alone were scarce and few
It was just easier to hide the truth
If all of our secrets were exposed
Would we be sharing the same bed
How 'bout if i broke the silence first
Did i hear what you're thinking in your head
I need to be talked to, i need to be touched
I need you to hold me, i need to feel loved
And if i could open up to you
Maybe i could open you up
But instead i got the phone call
Just thought i'd call to let you know
I wanna be alone all night again
...phone call
Just thought i'd call to let you know
I wanna be alone all night again
With all the questions we didn't ask
Our conversations could never last
I need to be talked to, i need to be touched
I need you to hold me, i need to feel loved
And if i could open up to you
Maybe you could open up to me
We'd do all the things that lovers do
I've been meaning to tell you how i feel...
But instead i got the phone call
Just thought i'd call to let you know
I wanna be alone all night again
...phone call
Just thought i'd call to let you know
I wanna be alone all night again
2.Birth
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
In the beginning there was semen
In a deep mouth of flesh
And the crest I traveled
On a wave of virile mess
Through a tunnel of mucus
And on toward a vault
With tourists and traffic
I just paced myself
Not I as my whole self
Just the half that I had
Before greeting the rest
Of my better half
A connection was made
Through a shared love of science
And vows were taken
A seed was hired
A cavern of fluid
Brought shape to my hide
In the months that remained
Till the time of my life
I thrashed for the reason
Of spilling from the crack
To the palms of a doctor
To a towel full of scraps
My brains wouldn't fit
Through her organs of sex
An incision was made
With a scalpel and mask
I should have noticed the beauty
And not how it hurt
Wet like a cherry
In a bloodbath of birth
3.Paranoiattack
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
The news has got me paranoid
Papers and the news reports
Casualties of every war
The anchor people keeping score
The weapons now are chemicals
In water and in air above
In circulating envelopes
In powder through the postal routes
The threat of a disease is here
We nipped it once without a cure
It took forever 'til it stopped
Through mandatory needle shots
They gave us all a little dose
To teach our bodies how to cope
Finally when we had it licked
Some terrorists are back with it
The propaganda's working now
I'm falling for it hook and reel
I'm stocking up on medicine
Buying tape to seal us off in paranoia
Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia attack, paranoia war
Paranoia sinks like a bomb
Paranoia threat, paranoia affects
Paranoia drops bombs, bombs
Paranoia
4.Desperate Guys
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Was it more than attraction and a physical lust？
Her loins, my imagination, that first inconceivable touch
That I was planning, uh, I mean wishing, uh
How embarrassed I'd been if you knew what I was thinking, uh
And whoa, when it started, my first thought was love
Not just lust, because when I heard you speak, I felt warm
In the evening I saw you, you were warming the bass up
Your hair covered your face up
I was acting indifferent at the march booth, putting on makeup
We met up at a party in a swamp on a yacht
I spun the helm, but we were docked
I crossed my fingers, but I didn't beg
'Cause I knew you knew
'Cause I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew it
But I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you
I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you
Close to you, wishing we're conjoined at the tongue
Can you hear me thinking？ I should stop
I crossed my fingers, but I didn't beg
'Cause I knew you knew
'Cause I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew it
But I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance
I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew it
But I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you
I figured desperate guys
Never had a chance with you
I knew that desperate guys
Would never have a chance with you
I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew it
I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew it
I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew it
I knew you knew, I liked you
I knew you knew it
5.How Could I Forget？
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Hubert Edmond Ernest
Ballay, Petula Sally Clark, Michael Wayne Dappen, Tony Hatch,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Introverted boy
You are not interesting, boy
You think you're intellectual
But no one's talking to you now
I might be an introvert
To you, a shallow fashionista
Deep as any paper plate
Dressed just like the girl beside you
How could I forget？ A waste of cloth
Of course, I do remember
On the back, deck drunk and awkward
I think we accidentally met
I know you've got some place to get to
And I really got to get somewhere
Remember when I said
That Vincent had some tickets for me there
How could I forget？ A waste of breath
Of course, I do remember
All the things you said were pointless
Now you go on dropping names
6.I Disappear
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
I disappear, I lost control
My body's moving on its own
I watch myself walk away
A foreign spirit took my place
An empty stare, its eyes are dull
So my essence, it's riding my pulse
A burst of black, a breath of smoke
I disappear, I lost control
I, I disappear
I disappear
I disappear
I disappear, I lost control
My body's moving on its own
I watch myself walk away
A foreign spirit took my place
I, I disappear
I disappear
I disappear
How could I resist？ It's all I've wanted
And now I guess I've got it
Why it happened, I don't know
Hope this doesn't last forever
I disappear
I disappear
I disappear
I disappear
7.Southern Belles In London Sing
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Stephen Anthony Hovington, Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John
Thiele
Scarlet boots, the kiss of death
Patience and the end of it
Blended angels, whispered love
Countdown 'til it's gone for long
Velvet voices, haunting slow
Darkened nooks with bright decor
Georgian femmes are gone for weeks
Southern belles in London sing
I'm staring down the Eppley Gate
Two more days before the plane arrives
And you'll be standing here with your smile
Carving up the lobby seats, pushing down the caffeine drinks
Checking the arrival screens for yours
I'm a hundred feet above the landing
There's a girl gliding down
She's floating toward me now
Her sleeves are all stretching out
And the jet is following behind, wake up
London skids a grinding halt
Last night left to spend apart
Your bags are packed but now for home
Stories of the tour unfold
Your booking agents, broken nose
Butting heads with creeping dolts
Georgian femmes are gone for weeks
Southern belles in London sing
Southern belles in London sing
8.Erection
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
It's a scene from the movie
It's an aisle at the store
It's the view of a canyon
The sound of a sword
It's an orchard of peaches
Your wife in the shower
While you wait for appointments
Or as you walk through the park
Oh, uhh, oh, erection
You know it's not only love dear
That can flip the switch up
You know it probably should be
Maybe god fucked it up
Oh, uhh, oh, erection
It boiled up like a tower
A monument in the park
It's the cock of a rifle
A memory in the dark
You tried to keep it a secret
And now the world's gonna know
You tried for perfection
But then oh, uhh, oh, erection
Oh, uhh, oh, erection
9.Dropkick the Punks
Lyricist：Clark Alan Baechle, Todd Emil Baechle, Michael Wayne Dappen,
Joel Andrew Petersen, Jacob John Thiele
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht
Vicious counter pop erosion revolution 101
Dropkick the punks, we want a change
Blaspheme the pop, call out the freaks
Pay off the jockeys and call the cops
Queue up, the news reporting co-co-company trucks
Hoist the antenna, pirate the waves
Dust off the tables and broadcast the plates
Amp the fly trap, plant called Venus
And jab a cold fork in the sp-sp-speaker
Ah, were force fed pop cultures shit
We're staying up late thinking
â½What the fuck is this？â
Ens, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht
Vicious counter pop erosion revolution 101
10.Symptom Finger
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