Lyrics

DON'T YOU KNOW?
The broken bike for bloodshot eyes
Will go along but won't be fast
We'll leave it to the winds to go
We'll leave it to the bike to roll
if all the seasons come to pass
bike's on a hill and going fast
Don't you know?

For all intents and purposes
A simple yes would have sufficed
On seeking vengeance don't forget
Bringing a knife ain't very nice
So please forgive me when I say
The bike can't roll another day
Don't you know?

PRETTY PLEASE
I caught a shadow through the trees
it kinda made me ill at ease
and though it wasn't very dark
it could've torn the world apart

The ceiling windows open wide
was kinda breezy, kinda nice
the atmosphere grew very thin
but we still had that stupid grin

You told me things I really wish I didn't know
It's such a funny thing when humans choose to sin
I stand before you all a symbol of the same
We're asking for no favors, "pretty please" is lame!

I caught a shadow through the trees
It kinda made me feel at ease
and though the wind gave way to calm
It only begged me, 'pretty please'????????

SPACESHIPS
I got spaceships in my head
(Spaceships in my head)
That I can't get rid of

SILLY OTTER!
Went down to the beach today
Frolic'd with the whales
Then laid on the sand

Went down to the beach today
Brought my beach ball
But the otters bit it through
Silly otters!

I love the ocean blue
I love the ocean green
I love the ocean in any color!
Knowwhatimean?

Went down to the beach today
Thought that I was high
Cuz I saw a mermaid

So I went to say hello
But then I got close
It was a dead body
Silly body!

I love the ocean blue
I love the ocean green
I love the ocean in any color
Knowwhatimean?

WHAT YOU THINK
there was a time when things were clean and simple
but those times are gone, replaced by photographs of you
it don't compare to anything I have inside my mind
my genius just can't ever take on you
I don't pick the shirts you wear
my fashion only involves dares from you

where you goin now hotshot
what you thinkin' of, big time?
do you think you can speak clear?
do you wander at real fear?
do you work for your money?
are you walking out the box?
well, don't it's just a wasted fuckin effort

I won't pretend that I'm a real hero when the real ones are dead
paint is a virtue and my patience thins, the gossip burns my head

all she told me was to not try this at home so I asked her:
'are you an angel or what?'
she just looked me in the face and said

your look is different and your ego slips, is that what you call spite?
kid don't be stupid or you'll end up floating on a riverbed at night
if you can't cope then find a better hobby cause this one just ain't right
and if you ever quit I'll be right here to welcome back the fight

she just looked me in the face and said
come on come on come on

LOCKED*
The summer heat, the melting snow, the witch's smile.
IT's so discreet; but where to go? should we just park?
The keys won't turn, the door is locked, we should just park.
The floodgates close and no one's door locks after dark.
And it's a lockdown.

It's a lockdown!
It's a lockdown!
Padded walls galore.
Padded walls... padded walls...

The desert air of yesteryear; it's coming home
To imitate, to lend a hand. Like when in Rome.
Of all these things: the lesser known, the better off.
We're seeing through, we're feeling cool. The door is locked...
The door is locked.

BLUE SAND*
on the hood of the car;
think of all of the grime
that's been building on the dash.
It's not really very clean.
Add the wait of the light
to the seconds you've spent
out of focus with the things
that used to mean, oh so, much.
As the people we know
look towards that lifestyle
where they can truly feel
all the virtues once believed.
And the ones they never explored.

Would you care to explain
what you meant on the subject
of living in a dream
where colors make up speech?
is it quickly obtained?
Must we learn all the facts?
Or may we just rely
on the soft touch of your hand?
Would it be worth a glance?
Clawing through all the rubble
in search of some small prize?
An eternity in blue
sand is nothing new.

JADED*
perceptions of a jaded view
realities of which aren't natural
and it's been fed to us since birth
and am i viewed simply for my attributes?
the eye may not be the best guide
or have I become someone's generalized?
and the wonder begins to rise
as midnight splashes against the defenses

and when the end is near
will we still see jaded?

*not on the internet ep