Oh, eh-eh Eh-eh, eh-eh What would I do if it didn't affect you? Merry-go-round and round and round, oh Tell me the truth, I know that you're leaving Tell me the truth, I know it's you Strange it didn't affect me Strange it didn't affect me Oh, stay Assuming to your heart, we got nothing at all What should I do? It completely destroyed you Swimming around, around and drown, oh Tell me the truth love I know that you need me Tell me the truth, I know it's you Strange it didn't affect me Strange it didn't affect me I came to say goodbye, 'cause you're feeling nothing Assuming to your heart, we got nothing at all 'Cause even if you wanna try to see if there's something I drove into your heart, we got nothing at all I came to say goodbye, 'cause you're feeling nothing Assuming to your heart, we got nothing at all 'Cause even if you wanna try to see if there's something I drove into your heart, we got nothing at all And I don't care to say goodbye, 'cause I'm feeling nothing I dug into your heart, we got nothing at all

They used to put flowers in gun barrels I tried it once and got my face maced And I feel just like a little girl facing a mountain of trolls Armed with only my clothes and my words Voluntary slavery to the debt machine Pirates and politicians are the same thing "Give me your money and you will be saved" You bought your place in heaven don't you wish you were dead? Mama What have you left behind for me? Mama What have you left behind for me? Mama What did you leave behind? I don't want it No There is no point in going back to the sea All the fish are dead we've got a hit on radioactivity Pollution everywhere I can't breathe the goddam air What have you left behind for me? Mama

A pretty girl in her underwear. A pretty girl in her underwear... If there's anything better in this world -- who cares? La mort, c'est la mort, Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour. La mort, c'est seulement la mort, Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour. A pretty boy in his underwear... A pretty boy in his underwear... If there's a better reason to jump for joy -- who cares? La mort, c'est la mort, Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour. La mort, c'est seulement la mort, Mais l'amour, c'est l'amour.

To my dear, dear mother I leave my only shoes To my dear, dear mother I leave my only shoes By the time you read this I will have died of the blues Scream little choo-choo Bang your xylophone track Scream little choo-choo Bang your xylophone track You can wail all night long But you can't bring her back I've done so much crying The flesh has left my bones I've done so much crying The flesh has left my bones I can play my ribcage Like a xylophone

The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures And instructions for dancing But I, I love it when you read to me And you, you can read me anything The book of love has music in it In fact that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb But I, I love it when you sing to me And you, you can sing me anything The book of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know But I, I love it when you give me things And you, you ought to give me wedding rings I, I love it when you give me things And you, you ought to give me wedding rings

Dance with me, my old friend, once before we go Let's pretend this song won't end And we never have to go home And we'll dance among the chandeliers And nothing matters when we're dancing In tat or tatters, you're entrancing Be we in Paris or in Lansing Nothing matters when we're dancing (nothing matters when we're dancing) You've never been more beautiful Your eyes like two full moons As here in this poor old dance hall Among the dreadful tunes The awful songs we don't even hear And nothing matters when we're dancing In tat or tatters, you're entrancing Be we in Paris or in Lansing (in Lansing) Nothing matters when we're dancing (nothing matters when we're dancing) And nothing matters when we're dancing In tat or tatters, you're entrancing Be we in Paris or in Lansing (in Lansing) Nothing matters when we're dancing (when we're dancing) Nothing matters when we're dancing