What Is Fight Club? - The Dust Brothers

Well, you can need me Well, I want you to And you can feed me Oh, how I like that too But don't you lead me I won't follow you Listen here, I don't fear I don't want to be your whipping boy Oh, you can tease me Oh, how I want you to And you can squeeze me Baby, I like that too But don't you lead me I won't follow you Listen here, I don't fear I don't want to be your whipping boy Oh, you can hold me Baby, I want you to And you scold me Yes, I like that too But don't you lead me I won't follow you Listen here, I don't fear I don't want to be your whipping boy Well, you can need me Well, I want you to And you can feed me Baby, I like that too But don't you lead me I won't follow you Listen here, I don't fear I don't want to be your whipping boy

And you open the door and you step inside Where inside our hearts Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light That's right, your pain The pain itself is a white ball of healing light I don't think so This is your life, good to the last drop Doesn't get any better than this This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like Only after disaster can we be resurrected It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart This is your life, this is your life This is your life, this is your life Doesn't get any better than this This is your life, this is your life This is your life, this is your life And it and it's ending one-minute at a time You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else We are all part of the same compost heap We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world You are not your bank account You are not the clothes you wear You are not the contents of your wallet You are not your bowel cancer You are not your grande latte You are not the car you drive You are not your fucking khaki's You have to give up, you have to give up You have to realize that someday you will die Until you know that, you are useless I say let me never be complete I say may I never be content I say deliver me from Swedish furniture I say deliver me from clever arts I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth I say you have to give up I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may This is your life, this is your life This is your life, this is your life Doesn't get any better than this This is your life, this is your life This is your life, this is your life And it and it's ending one-minute at a time You have to give up, you have to give up I want you to hit me as hard as you can I want you to hit me as hard as you can Welcome to Fight Club If this is your first night, you have to fight

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