Three On a Match (EP)

The Love Load Three On a Match (EP) Lyrics
1.Manipulate

Manipulate means to mold in one's hands.
Manipulate means what some misunderstand.
An honest mistake that anyone could make
because someone manipulated something that was not theirs.

The artist sees the beauty in the Earth's soft clay.
It would be nice to manipulate that way.
A father slithers into his daughter's bed.
Now she cuts herself and wishes herself dead.

And we'll all be happy manipulating time!
And we'll all be happy, honest safe and kind!

The puppet surely hates the pulling strings,
but hates the more that it's dependent on these things.
Fill the hole in me that came when I lost God.
Pull the cord on me. I'll be you talking doll.

And we'll all be happy, manipulating time!
And we'll all be happy, honest safe and kind!
And we'll all be happy, just you wait and see!
We'll kill all ignorance and end all poverty!
And we'll all be happy, spinning gold from thread!
And we'll all be happy when we've finally conquered death!

But, if you feel sad call heads of state up geeked out on
cocaine.
The Vandals got a bad rap/rep: reforming while redecorating.
J. Edgar Faggot Sadist: political correct attack:
unlike killing valiant Panthers just for being Black.


2.Words

Your words!
Word up! I've had enough!
Well I guess I've had enough!
And I'm ready to call your bluff!

The deep blue sea,
It won't pull you to me.

It's polluted with your words.
With ya!

Your words!
That bring me up or down
From the wrong end of the town
So stupid, or so strong
That they carry me along

It all seemed fine until you opened up your mouth.
Then some sick phrase from the bowels of the South
Went representing you!
With your words

The deep blue sky,
it won't pull you to I
It's clouded with your words!
With ya!

I swear that I read it!
And I swear that I meant it!
And I swear, just for the fun of it!
Because I am bringing you off with my words.
Yeah I am bringing you off with my words.
So speechless! So speechless!
Till the end! Till the end! Till the end!


3.White Man's Burden

I don't want to be a bureaucrat.
It was more fun being a securocrat
When I cleaned the planet for Big Oil.
But now these kids today,
They don't shoot unless they get paid
And swagger loaded with faces boiled.

Who let them in? Who was watching the door?
Who let them in? Can't stomach too much more!

The climate's dry. The work is wet!
They give you pills to help you forget!
Can feel like highway robbery.

It helps if one keeps count
And measures a certain amount of
Humility and decency

Who let them in? Who was watching the door?
Who let them in? Don't belong here anymore.

One thing's certain - white man's burden

Who let them in?
Who was watching the door?
Who let then in?
I don't love you anymore.
Who let them in?
Who was watching the door?
Who let them in?

Banana republic, septic isle,
Suffer in the screaming sea,
Sounds like dying, dying, dying
Everywhere I go, oh yeah,
Everywhere I see
The black and blue uniforms,
Police and priests


4.Flight