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"Chasing The Wild Goose"

There was a man who banged his head against a wall he banged for 20 years, the damn thing wouldn't fall he left an honest life he left a broken wife he left it all behind, just to see what he could find millions and millions chase the wild goose tonight to conquer loneliness they'll chase it all their lives and when they find it they can just lay down and die it seems the game is mostly pointless in the presence of the prize. there was a woman who had a man as cold as ice he built four walls so strong and he kept her locked inside she harbored loneliness her husband couldn't guess that she'd take off her dress and kill herself without a mess.

"Billy Gnosis"

A crack developed and a name blew in,
Billy Gnosis, weak and thin.
He moved to California to start a new life
Because back in his hometown he just killed his wife.
He started drinking early back then.
He suddenly needed things that made his head swim.
Then his brain became a factory,
For making chemicals that shouldn't be.
Oh Billy couldn't remember his name.
Billy Gnosis was going insane,
And soaked in blue light, he played and played.
I can still hear the sound he made...
Billy burned his phone and blew up his car.
He sat and watched t.v. and played the guitar
And read a book that made his head din,
How could he have known that there were worms within?
And the worms ate into his brain,
Through his eyes and through his ears they came.
They left a home so they multiplied,
And fed on Billy's chemicals in paradise.
Oh Billy couldn't remember his name.
Our unsung hero, has gone insane.
And soaked in blue light, he played and played.
The only thing that killed the worms like Raid.

"Time And Disregard"

Part one from the bird and the deer who live on the same to the condominiums that litter the plain it took time... time and disregard from the green and the trees that shot high in the air to the high-business market-men who take all that's there it took time... time and disregard part two one more acre, another tree "it's all untamed, of course it's free" one more acre, it seems no one cares "another great chance to put a building there" part three i used to roam, wherever i would i'd see my friends and i'd eat what i could we did live together in our borderless state survival our instinct, nature our fate today i see borders and my friends disappear man chooses my fate thus i live in fear tomorrow the trucks come i've nowhere to run my home is destroyed so they can have fun. part four from the wild natural wonderland from which we all came to the cement and metal that lost all the game it took time... time and disregard..........

"The Dichotomy"

Hey did you find the pieces your mentor left behind? and did you care, did you trade his genius for your despair? did you walk the line? did you see the mongrels on either side? did greasy fingers grasp for pieces of your mind?

"Million Days"

When you're sitting alone, frown and groan over your bad day when you're laughing with peers forget your years, then be on your way but don't forget, all the while that you've crossed the social mile and a million days is worth one good laugh but don't forget, all the while that you've crossed the social mile and a million days is worth one good laugh.

"Losing Generation"

The systems of life hum accordingly every day, every year, every century but, everywhere humans go things get worse can't you tell through the smoke in the dirty city the jungle was once a tranquil hideaway for the kind of trees and the mountains themselves but man those things sell a million dollars a pound cut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelves why can't we just leave them alone? who is the animal? who is that dangerous beast? why were the other ones made? i know it wasn't just for our feast and now they're down to 250 lone souls they're a breed of a losing generation it seems the killers are ourselves so you know who to blame it was man with his plan and his frightening greed i don't think we'll ever leave them alone.

"...You Give Up"

So... you've given it all you can and your life is in the garbage can and you say you're tired and dry cuz your mind won't let you cry so you hang up what is left inside and you want to kiss it all goodbye you're lost in space, you're swirling ever higher you're lost on your own, you're too far from home you're no one's friend, you gave it your best try yeah! you're stuck in the drone, of being alone. you turn to light, but all you get is darkness your head turns to stone, your numbness has grown you're stuck inside your little world of rejects the good world unknown, you're stuck in the drone.

"Yesterday"

Run, but don't be scared to look behind.
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind.
The end is almost here,
The sky, the air, so nice and clear,
The sound of your decay,
And the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday.
There, now that you know it's not so bad.
See, the good meet soon for ?
So if you try to enhance,
We don't deserve another chance.
Just laugh along the way,
And kiss your ass goodbye with a shadow dream of yesterday.
Yesterday, the good old days.
Yesterday, the way we used to play.
Yesterday, it just got worse and worse.
Yesterday, the future's been rehearsed.
Run, but don't be scared to look behind.
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind.
The end is almost here,
The sky, the air, so nice and clear,
The sound of your decay,
And the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.

"Frogger"

(Nice going, spazz)
I'm tired of this city, all this toil and strife.
Trying to cross the boulevard, playing Frogger with my life.
Frogger with my life [x2]
I'm tired of this city, all this toil and strife.
Trying to cross the boulevard, playing Frogger with my life.
Frogger with my life (with my life), [x3]
Frogger with my life.

"Bad Religion (Theme Song)"

See my body, it's nothing to get hung about.
I'm nobody except genetic runaround.
Spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back.
Bad Religion, a copout, that is all that's left
Hey Mr. Mime, stop wasting my time,
With your factory precision.
Factory precision is your
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion.
Ay!
Don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit?
Don't you know blind faith through lies won't conquer it
Don't you know responsibility is ours?
I don't care a think about eternal fires.
Listen this time, it's more than a rhyme,
It's your indecision.
Your indecision is your
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion,
Bad Religion.