1.Internet Killed The Video Star
The kids are disco dancing
They're tired of rock 'n' roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
But they don't wanna listen no
They think they heard it all
They trade those guitars in for drum machines and disco balls
We can't rewind now we've gone too far
The internet killed the video star
The kids are disco dancing
They're tired of rock 'n' roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
You know we never listen
no
We think we've seen it all
Like everything we're doin no ones' ever done before
Did you hear what they said？, that rock 'n' roll is dead
yeah
It's like a zombie it'll dig itself back up again
I tune in the signal but it's fading oh
Some ghost strumming it's guitar in the rsdio
Singing glory days are gone but everything's
cuz we still love our sex and drugs just like the good old days
The kids are disco dancing
They're tired of rock 'n' roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
The kids all just go dancing
They're tired of rock 'n' roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
Well I'm a horrible dancer, I ain't gonna lie
But I'll be damned if that means that I ain't gonna try
Yeah, I'm a shitty romancer I ain't gonna lie
But I'll be damned if that means that I ain't gonna try and
getcha to
Get up Get up Get up and Dance
The kids are disco dancing
They're tired of rock 'n' roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
We can't rewinfd now we've gone too far
InTeRnEt KiLlEd ThE vIdEo StAr
2.Very Busy People
We'll end up numb from playing video games
And we'll get sick of having sex
And we'll get fat from eating candy
As we drink ourselves to death
We'll stay up late making mix tapes
Photo shopping pictures of ourselves
While we masturbate to these pixelated videos
Of strangers fucking themselves
We are very busy people
We are very busy people
There's crusty socks and stacks of pizza boxes
Making trails straight to the bed
And when we're done sleeping, we'll stay busy dreaming
Of the things we don't have yet
Well, there's a long, long list of chores
And shit to do before we play
Oh, let's just piss away the day
(Piss away the day)
Crank call the cops down at the station
Just for friendly conversation
Requesting songs they never play
Let's hear the one that goes like
We are very busy people
We are very busy people
But we've always got time for new friends
So come on over and knock on our door
It's open, what you waiting for？
We might be sprawled out on the floor
But we still make lovely company
Pull up a chair, I'll pour some tea
We'll shoot the shit 'bout everything
Till you get sick of politics
And flip on the TV screen
We stare at the TV screen
That 'Donnie Darko' DVD has been repeating for a week
And we know every single word
I've got an iPod like a pirate ship
I'll sail the seas with fifty thousand songs I've never heard
All the best of them go
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
We are very busy people
We are very busy people
But we've always got time for new friends
Yeah
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
3.Flaskaboozendancingshoes
anything can happen
as we make our way
home from the club
we could both be flattened
by a double decker city bus
otherwise a perfect night
if we're not dead before it ends
We could live forever
but we'll never be this young again...
don't you worry,
don't think about
tomorrow morning,
what's your hurry？
just focus on tonight.
we could fall in love
and trade this city
for a change of pace,
find our slice of paradise
and give our babies hippie names
maybe we'll both hate each other
shitty sex 'n seperate beds
we could get restraining orders
vow to never speak again...
on second thought let's not say names,
I'll just be me and you be you,
two perfect strangers being sneaky
with a flask of booze,
no need to think of any clever
pick up lines to use
i've got a stack of records
you just bring your dancing shoes
tonight i'll drop the needle,
pop a bottle, sit back and just watch you
4.The Future
Can't help but wonder 'bout what's underneath these city streets
The rising cables tangled up connecting everything
And down below I find the bones of people from the past
People with dreams about the future
And when we die our empty bodies turn to dust
There'll be no pit of fire
No angels singing songs for us
There's nothing we can say that people won't forget some day
There's nothing we can do that matters
And that's okay
Just when you think you got it all worked out
That's probably when they'll put you in the ground
Just when I think I've got it all worked out
That's probably when they'll put me in the ground
Ain't got much faith in god or modern day mythology
The rising fables fate and luck directing everything
So down we go like dominoes our lives go by too fast
Nobody lives to see the future
And when we die buildings and bridges left to rust
No heaven in the sky, no pearly gates on clouds and stuff
The monuments we build will crumble and decay someday
There's nothing we can do that matters
Just when you think you've got it all worked out
That's probably when they'll put you in the ground
Just when I think I've got it all worked out
That's probably when they'll put me in the ground
I wanna laugh as many times as I can before I die
I wanna love I wanna smile I don't need much, I'm a simple child
I wanna laugh as many times as I can before I die
I wanna love I wanna smile just wanna fuck every once in a while
I just wanna fuck every once in a while
I think I've finally got it all worked out
Somebody call and put me in the ground
I think I've finally got it all worked out
Somebody call and put me in the ground
Can't help but wonder 'bout what's underneath these city streets
The rising cables tangled up, connecting everything
5.Dancing At Her Funeral
decorated in lights
and surrounded by traffic cones
there was a car crashed wrapped
around a telephone pole
with a soft layer of fire fighter's
chemical foam
the stranger's favorite song still
playing on the radio
nobody knows the trouble i've seen
the trouble i've been through
and as the ambulance takes her to the hospital
the only words she can say are can you take me home
before her spirit escapes her as a soft blue glow oh no...
nobody knows the trouble i've seen
the trouble i've been through
and we'll be dancing at her funeral
dancing at her funeral
now they're digging a hole
cutting her name in stone
sending out invitations to her friends back home
digging a hole, cutting her name in stone, oh no....
nobody knows the trouble i've seen
the trouble i've been through
6.Square Circle Triangle
7.Triangle Circle Square
8.Wildfires
YOU'RE FORCING ME USING THAT WITCHCRAFT AND SORCERY TO TORTURE
ME IT'S SOMETHING WE CAN'T CONTROL RUNNING LIKE A WILDFIRE
SOMETHING IRRATIONAL RUNNING LIKE A WILDFIRE DON'T THINK IT'S
NATURAL RUNNING LIKE A WILDFIRE YOU LET IT SLIP YOU LIKE ME
BITING ON MY BOTTOM LIP THUNDER AND LIGHTNING A LICK OF SWEAT
INVITE ME SOMEWHERE WE CAN FINISH THIS THUNDER AND LIGHTNING AND
I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT YOU ALIGNED MY STARS AND SOMEHOW FOREVER
DOESN'T SEEM SO FAR I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT YOU ALIGNED MY STARS
IT'S SOMETHING WE CAN'T CONTROL RUNNING LIKE A WILDFIRE
SOMETHING IRRATIONAL RUNNING LIKE A WILDFIRE DON'T THINK IT'S
NATURAL RUNNING LIKE A WILDFIRE IT'S LIKE WE'RE ANIMALS YOUR
SIGHT BLURS YOU CAN'T FIND THE RIGHT WORDS WELL THAT'S FINE YOUR
FRIENDS LEFT IT'S LAST CALL I LIT YOUR CIGARETTE AND I SAW THE
FUTURE IN THE FLAMES IT'S SOMETHING WE CAN'T CONTROL RUNNING
LIKE A WILDFIRE SOMETHING IRRATIONAL RUNNING LIKE A WILDFIRE
DON'T THINK IT'S NATURAL RUNNING LIKE A WILDFIRE IT'S LIKE WE'RE
ANIMALS
9.SWRDSWLLWNGWHR (Wishing Well)
I got a date
I'm a sword swallowing whore
I'm burning up, I'm burning up
So put some water on me
I keep the pace 'till I'm torn, swollen and sore
And sure enough they're turning up to drop a dollar on me
We baptized each other in lovers spit
I'm burning up, I'm burning up
So put some water on me
Well even if we found love what would we do with it？
You'd better run, run, run and tell someone you found a wishing
well
The bottom of a barrel of a gun
You'd better run, run, run
Tell someone
Made my mistake when I came dancing through the door,
I'm burning up, I'm burning up
So put some water on me
I found my faith but i don't want it anymore
And sure enough I've given up,
No one could ever love me
When fast times take over and run with this
I'm burning up, I'm burning up
So put some water on me
Don't even try to slow down
You'll just ruin this
You'd better run, run, run and tell someone you found a wishing
well
The bottom of a barrel of a gun
You'd better run, run, run
Tell someone
Tell someone
You'd better run, run, run
And tell someone
You found a wishing well
Bottom of a barrel of a gun
You'd better run, run, run
And tell someone
You found a wishing well (x4)
I'm burning up, I'm burning up (x4)
So put some water on me
I'm burning up, I'm burning up (x4)
So put some water on me
On me
On me, on me (x3)
So put some water on me
I'm burning up, I'm burning up (x4)
So put some water on me
10.Fine Art
YOU YOU'RE A DISASTER YEAH YOU'RE A MASTER OF THE FINE ART THE
FINE ART OF FALLING APART HOW'D YOU MANAGE TO STAB YOURSELF IN
THE BACK HOW'D YOU GET YOUR ARMS TO BEND BACK LIKE THAT ME I'M
JUST A BASTARD ANOTHER MASTER OF THE FINE ART THE FINE ART OF
FALLING APART THEY'RE COMING BACK TO POINT AND LAUGH AND ASK ME
HOW'D YOU MANAGE TO STAB YOURSELF IN THE BACK HOW'D YOU GET YOUR
ARMS TO BEND BACK LIKE THAT BURN IT DOWN LET'S BURN IT DOWN YOU
POUR THE GAS AND I'LL STRIKE THE MATCH AND WE'LL TURN OUR BACK
ON THIS PILE OF ASH AND THE ONLY THINGS LEFT WILL BE THE BONES
OF OUR PROMISES
11.Get Sharp
I know a couple jokes
But none as funny as the truth
I know some good folks
And some of them are just like you
I'll wear the right shoes
So i can outrun everyone
I got the right moves
Like an earthworm in the sun
(Chorus)
I gotta get sharp, get sharp
Cut in line right to the best part, best part
Wont be long until we're dead hard, dead hard
Oh my god
Thats the feeling when my fingers go numb
Thats the feeling when the feeling is gone
I'm gonna quit drugs
Stop drinking
Start reading books
I'll do a lot of thinking
I'll raise a couple kids
And teach them how to live
The way my mommy taught me before I hit the skibs
I'll get my hair cut
Buy a cheap suit
I'll change the pay stub
Cause its what I gotta do
Don't try to get hard
At a 9 to 5
Behind a desk in a high rise filing cabinet in the sky
Don't wait too long
Dream's almost done
You're waking
Its time to wake up
Don't wait too long
Dream's almost done
You're waking
Its time to wake up
Time to wake up (x2)
Chorus
Maybe its my slack or lack of motivation or whatever
(Whatever)
Ive never had a daddy tell me get my shit together
I gotta get sharp (x2)
Chorus (x2)
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