It's nice to be home It's nice to indulge in new interests Finish the gin, plug in the circular saw and Get down to business I usually don't care who says what On the internet I don't usually regret But I'm often afraid And anxious that all this is endless Living inside spaces where all disagreements Are ever so briefly suspended Sometimes I suspect in some ways I would rather not wake up After sleeping But you make me feel loved I still like to look at your pictures Heaven is soft, Hell is a short walk Indiana is twelve hours from home I wish I could say that I know What you wanna hear Then say it Then say it again Like a lullaby

Are you there? Did patience wane? Did you fall asleep to your four-track recording of rain? Do you feel tame? Do you feel insane? Is there anyone in the audience currently living in vain? Hard times, old ways, takes up a lot of time Hard times, uses up whole days All those actresses leasing compact cars Boiling water at four in the morning In the outfield of Elysian Park Gone too soon to the void saloon All night, lighting wet cigarettes In a dog breath room Rough lovers in deserted hallways Crazed with unbuttoning Everything must go, button-wise Fumbling with keys to the door on the 94th floor Knees buckling in the threshold The world, open wide, open wide, and we just shiver On the counter, 'cause we're both already there Why don't you go put a record on? Why don't you sing me a little song? Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah

What if it's about you? What if these tears are shed at your house too? You will smear this shit on the white walls In your own house with your fam, conscience is dead I, I see the marching troops Hurts, but I see friends there, have no face, have no fate Can't figure out, you're dumb or what? Death and pain trails behind the crowd What is it all about? Please stop the violence Please stop the bloodshed on Earth Look into the eyes of children who are scared And remember, remember yourself Please stop the violence Please stop the bloodshed on Earth My brother, my brother Anger will live in memory Anger will live and prevail Pretend you are not guilty Pretend you don't see this shit Pretend this is not your war Pretend FUCK (War) Their eyes are damned Their faith is crucified (War) Their tongue is stone Their tongue is dead (War) This son of a bitch will stick a knife in your back Ascend, adaption 1984, 1984 You woke up and saw a funnel instead of a home You woke up and saw a funnel instead of a home Ascend, adaption 1984, 1984 You woke up and saw a funnel instead of a home And your anger will never leave you alone You just need to find someone to blame Please stop the violence Please stop the bloodshed on Earth Look into the eyes of children who are scared And remember, remember yourself Please stop the violence Please stop the bloodshed on Earth My brother, my brother Anger will live in memory Anger will live and prevail Ascend, adaptation 1984, 1984 in real life You woke up and saw a funnel instead of a home And your anger will never leave you alone Anger will live in memory Anger will live in memory Anger will live in memory Anger will live and prevail

I went out drinking with the reaper And man did it get live You could count it by the liter It's kinda hard to quantify Come morning he was shakin' And he began to sob I said, "man, you got to keep it together Or you gonna be out a job" Oh pale rider, you need a hella talking to Why don't you leave me be I got things to do Oh pale rider, the Mrs has it out for you And if she sees you here She gonna cut you through Three days later he came knockin' And I was so surprised He wasn't offerin' a coffin He was there to socialize I'm on a vision quest And everybody's invited Ain't life just the best? It's so damn exciting Oh pale rider, you need a hella talking to Why don't you leave me be I got things to do Oh pale rider, the Mrs has it out for you And if she sees you here She gonna cut you through Man did it get live Man did it get live Man did it get, man did it get live Man did it get, man did it get live Oh pale rider, you need a hella talking to Why don't you leave me be I got things to do Oh pale rider, the Mrs has it out for you And if she sees you here She gonna cut you through