Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense All your stories are about your death The lemmings on the way to the cliff, the brain-dead boys Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git The boxer with a box of old shit, the big white noise It's all about the money now You put the hard drive in the microwave You antelope, you are a sack of wine Huh, huh Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense Just blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire, I don't know It's all about the Benjamins It's all about the wilderness for me Tomorrow is a wonderful idea Huh, huh It's the end of the contender The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender Feeding time, animatronic eyes Are a-watching with delight (the end of the contender) A churning mind, oh, give me that rabid smile Those Creddahornis eyes Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense (It all made sense) The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender

Everyone you love is gonna die But darling, so is everything, don't cry The stars will blink out one by one in time And everyone you love is gonna die Everything you fear is gonna end All your hate and hurt lost to the wind And it's hard, I know the universe could be a jealous friends Everything you fear is gonna end And there might not be a sadder thing Than watchin' Saturn lose her rings And black holes slowly dancin' in the dark It's a song that they were born to sing About the end of everything Until it all goes up in one last spark Everyone you love is gonna die But so is everything, so wipe your eyes You know nothin' lasts forever, but Lord, we try Everyone you love is gonna die All the saints and sinners are the same We're blessed then we obliterate And that's how it was written from the start It's a song that we were born to sing About the end of everything Until it all goes up in one last spark Everyone you love is gonna die So don't you let the moment pass you by And man, there really ain't no sadder thing There really ain't no sweeter thing

Who needs remote control? The way I feel right now is impenetrable And on a big fourth down, a bump in the road The shortest little tunnel ride from lake to Monroe Ring, ring, ring, oh my death machine You know it rings all day, it doesn't mean anything I took the ride line south, the mask on my mouth For all my friends in different metropolitan towns For all my friends in different metropolitan towns It's just another wrinkle in the cloud It's what you get It's where you are That's how we're built What a world What a world It's what you get It's where you are It's not a race What a world What a world It's like a whistle in the wind Feels like the end of everything Who sees the thread in the veil? I need my government check, it got lost in the mail And for the fresh new pack, fifteen on the bill Everything considered, still a drop in the pail Ooh-wee, check your messages please I'm in the crib these days, where would you rather be? I miss the brown line track, too close to the screen 'Cause that view of the city is my favorite scene Yeah, that view of the city is my favorite scene Covered up the wrinkles underneath It's what you get It's where you are That's how we're built What a world What a world It's what you get It's where you are It's not a race What a world What a world

I gotta get my girl a present She got one for me She wrapped it up real pretty It's underneath a tree She goes shopping early I go way too late Every year's the same thing I procrastinate It's almost Christmas And I'm the last one in the store It's almost Christmas I can't do this anymore It's almost Christmas I can hear those sleigh bells ring It's almost Christmas and I haven't bought a thing I should buy her fancy earrings Maybe find the right perfume I'm open to suggestions But they better get here soon She goes shopping early I go way too late Every year's the same thing I procrastinate It's almost Christmas And I'm the last one in the store It's almost Christmas I can't do this anymore It's almost Christmas Did I hear a sleigh bell ring? It's almost Christmas and I haven't bought a thing Everything is closing down Not one present have I found Now they're locking up the door I don't know what I'm shopping for It's almost Christmas And I'm the last one in the store It's almost Christmas I can't do this anymore It's almost Christmas Did I hear a sleigh bell ring It's almost Christmas and I haven't bought a thing Almost Christmas (the door will be closing in five minutes) It's almost Christmas (thank you for shopping) Yeah, yeah It's almost Christmas It's almost Christmas

It seems so long since you told me That it was just me and you I wish tonight you could hold me I've got these holiday blues There's folks out shopping for presents Lovers pass by, two by two They're in a world, oh, so pleasant But I've got holiday blues Where will I go It won't be Christmas without you What would I do if you decide we are through? Where will I go It won't be Christmas without you Darling, what will I do if you decide we are through? I had a dream that you love me And that you'd whisper be true But it was only a dream, dear I've got these holiday blues

Like the clothes, like the tan, like the way you shake it. Your the kind of a girl I can tell you make it. Your the kind of a girl I can tell your goin' nowhere. Your goin' nowhere. Like the lips, like the look, like the way you show it. Your the kind of girl that I like you know it. Your the kind of a girl I would say your goin' nowhere. Your goin' nowhere. So take a ride with me now baby, hop inside and maybe baby. We can find a way to make it all ok. Yeah. Like the stance, like the sky, like the way you shake it. Your the kind of a girl that looks better naked. Your the kind of a girl I would say is goin' nowhere. Your goin' nowhere. Yeah-A-Oh-A-Whow-Ho-Yeah Yeah-A-Oh-A-Way-Hey-Ho Way-Hey-Oh-A-Way-Hey-Ho- Your goin' nowhere. Take a ride with me now baby, hop inside and maybe baby. We can find a way to make it all ok. Yeah. Like the clothes, like the tan, like the way you shake it. Your the kind of a girl I can tell you make it. Your the kind of a girl I would say is goin' nowhere. Your goin' nowhere. A-Hey-Ho-A-Way-Hey-Ho Yeah-A-Hey-Hey-Yeah Whow-Hey-Oh-A-Hey-Hey-Ho Hey-Hey-Ho