Trashed 
1.Island Of Shame
2.Lazy
3.Know It All
4.Stokin' The Neighbors
5.Give It Back
6.Rust
7.Goin' South
8.Dis'Chords
9.Coffee And Cigarettes
10.Browned Eyed Girl
11.Whipping Boy
12.No One
13.Bye For Now
14....Hidden Track
-Island Of Shame-
One summer morning
He left us ashamed
In some small town of small ways
The one they feared
They might turn to stone
They feared to hold his hand
And he died alone
Don't leave them on - an island of shame
Your solution
You - homophobic
You - coward
You send them away to an island of misery
You're not immune to any disease
I can not argue when the truth is plain to see
In your beliefs, your fear of death
I see reflections of society
We'll take our last breath - alone
Adding insult to injuries - He was alone
-Lazy-
I just lost my job
I just lost my girl
things are getting way out of con(trol)
but my living proff is writing me
Thrust me down,I'll never leave
over head and guilt tv
Im burn't out and lazy
looking, dwealing, fuck me
Look at my cat, why can't I live like that
all of the animals except a few
do nothing else but eat and shit
yesterday was not the time
in my belt , in my mind, Im lazy
Fuck you!
-Know It All-
Look at the world in disbelief
You used to follow - now you lead
College has enlightened you
And you are proud to be different
And like different bands - different types
You ain't nobody's fool
It's like certain bands remind you of someone you hated
'Cause they didn't wear the right clothing
And there's only one true fashion
Alot of the bands on the college charts are great bands
until they get signed. Then you hate them
It's such bullshit - you used to love them you hypocrite
I remember you and I listening to bands that we liked
Only the songs mattered to you
But now you're a D.J. and preaching that hype
"Corporate Rock Sucks"
"You know, college radio enlightens you"
It's supposed to serve as a means to expose new bands
without prejudice, but it makes no sense
Safe harbor for the underground
'Til the alternative becomes the popular sound
The bands are good 'til they make enough cash
to eat food and get a pad
Then they're sold out and their music is cliché
Because talent's exclusive to bands without pay
Know it all - Did you really listen to that song?
Could you ever write what you call wrong?
-Stokin' The Neighbors-
Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn,
And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long.
And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun,
Drunk and out of gas, they drive around and crash.
They're driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do,
Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than just a few.
Suburban families slumber in civility,
Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard they're blowing down in their
death machine.
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive...
Dave's a midnight landscaper, and he's working overtime,
And he is full throttle--full throttle tonight. (Alright!)
He was almost home, just one more block, he had to hit that last mailbox,
Dumped it in a ditch, ain't that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors!)
Came time to run, came time to bail,
He was having too much fun to spend the night in jail.
He had no "Triple A" for a tow truck,
Called them anyway: Goleta, hear them say, "Hey pal, you're fucked!"
Dave's a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks,
And then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks.
And then all that matters is having fun, pulling off the next beer run,
On one too many nights, the party's over.
He's driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do,
Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than one or two.
Suburban families slumber in civility,
Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have been stoked...
-Give It Back-
Trying to ignore him
Trying to have self control
When that tounge slips just once
It's in his eyes
Thank you...
Silence my energy
Push me down
And the laughs they come again
Here to make you listen to them
Treated to many times
The eye for eye has left us blind
This creature of demise
Repaid all mankind (???)
You hate them
You hate yourself
Take it out on someone else
I feel a change within myself
I used to be out of control
I always knew anger and pain
That inspiration was a gain/game (???)
But now it seems as I grow old
As I mature I'm lesser bold (???)
I can't believe how cruel and cold some people act
I give it back
Cause I don't want it and I don't need it
So I give it back
Cause I don't want it and I don't need it
Don't wanna understand the child abuse, the past on violence
Don't justify his violent nature
Soon or later I hope he meets his maker once again
And like his father before him kills himself
Cause I don't want it and I don't need it
So I give it back
Cause I don't want it and I don't need it
You hate them
You hate yourself
Take it out on someone else
-Rust-
They make your bed, don't they
Long ago they fought and died for faith - what's changed ?
It's said that we've acquired tolerance to build more bridges
Cross those rivers, yet modern man enslaves his conscious
and the undertow of blame still flows between
Give it birth to the machine - hostilities of ancestry
Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge on one aspect - rust
We call them fools today - they will call us fools in days to come - always
In any age it's ignorance
He that he's not with me is against me
The river of pride swells to high, washing those bridges out to sea
Give it birth to the machine
Too proud to love - Too proud
Soaking in your fears - rusting away
Never comprehending - always condescending
Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge - quick to condem
Carried them for years - stones that they once cast
Place the blame on them as if it were their past
Yesterdays distrust
Resent, Regret, disgust
Still we pay for their living - pay for their mistakes
Who will cast the latest stones of hate
Pay for their misgivings - pay for their living - still we find that on the surface there
is rust
-Goin' South-
Maggie, you ever been kicked in the head by a bull?
Gotta drive all night ???
Got to designate a driver before the show
I took a nap at the wheel
There's nothing like a guard rail to wake you up in the middle of the night
And we are driving north, goin' south!
It looks like we'll sleep here
We're outta Beer!
We're heading south on the north bound
Our wheels might as well be square
Cause we're not really getting anywhere
Tires just blew up, Fan belt's breakin'
I don't think we're gonna make it!
Driving round! Going Down!
It looks like we'll sleep here, I Need a Beer!
South, Going South, Can't Go South, Going South
South, Heading South, Check it Out, Going Down...
-Dis'Chords-
Lies and words
Silent again
When spoken their is friction and conflict
Why do we rub each other wrong
Maybe we've known each other too well for too long
You and I have heard each other speech before
Are these words that i said
The same words that you heard
We can only agree to disagree in disharmony
Is it too much likeness or indifference
Well the answers in the question isn't it
The deepest cut of all comes from a trusted friend
But I'm sick of it all I can't listen
I wish that all of it would end
You cut me off
I cut you down Jerrated words
Are these words that i said
The same words that you heard
We can only agree to disagree in disharmony
Let's stop repeating the lesson
We've been through thick n' thin
I consider you a friend
Though it's hard for me show
Everytime you hear this song you'll know
It's not just the business
We know much more exist
Let's end the bad notes and the dis'chords
We'll tune our attitude and realize a personal reward
-Coffee And Cigarettes-
I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of omission
I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding
to the overwhelming
Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency
Shocking - The words you can't hear
Impact - The words I can't write
Recycled words don't justify...
none of these words suffice searching for the sharp words
to drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin
to question the truth
-Brown Eyed Girl-
Written by Van Morisson
Hey where did we go, days when the rain came.
Down in the hollow, playin' a new game.
Laughin' and a runnin' , hey hey, skippin' and a jumpin'
in the misty mornin' fog with our hearts a thumpin' at you,
The Brown-Eyed Girl
You're my Brown-Eyed Girl
Now what ever happened, Tuesday is so slow,
Goin' down the old man river, with a transistor radio
standin' in the sunlight laughin'
hidin' behind a rainbow wall
Slippin' and a slidin', all along the waterfall with you,
the Brown-Eyed Girl
You're my Brown-Eyed Girl.
Do you remember when, ah we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
la dee dah
So hard to find my way, now that I'm all on my own
I saw you just the other day, my how you had grown,
[.. ] sometimes overcome thinkin' bout,
makin love in the green grass, behind the stadium with you.
the Brown-Eyed Girl
You, my Brown-Eyed Girl.
Do you remember when, ah we used to sing
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah
la dee dah
-Whipping Boy-
now it's simple to me
Sometimes you have to let go when there's
Next to nothing
You say everytime she says no
There's more pain then love
It comes o shove almost
Everytime you speak
Somehow you fight
Something's just crazy
Somehow it's taking all the life left in you
You'er losing ground
Carrying that torch
Your not asking for much
As she has...
Had time to heal
And she doesn't need you any longer an you...
Had time to drink
and you call her to tell her you've gotten much stronger
At three in the morning she says stop calling cause...
Everyone's asleep
Some of us work
You're driving me crazy
When will you get on with my life
Now every nights friday night
Picking fights with your friends
Somehow trying to make amends
So you seach for comfort in a friend
It's not the same she won't understand
You both learned to think alike
So what was so wrong
Where's she tonight
out there drinking while you're left in thinking
It's taken all the life left in...
You
You're losing ground
Carrying that torch
You're not asking for much
Still somehow
You'll wait for her
You say she'll return
But you still carry that torch
That girl
WHIPPING BOY!!!
-No One-
Labors of commitment Blood of his arms A growing sense of duty
But in his song he's screaming out Insuficient - he just falls further
behind Principles, purpose, tradition, time Weigh heavy on this guilty
mind Wits astray Blind in rage, awar he'll wage on grieving
Another no one hanging from the ceiling Because only the extreme
makes an impression When drowning in the mainstream
One at the mercy of another's faith finally answers to no one in his fall
from grace They say they love him but how could they ever
Miles above him they ask for repent It doesn't matter what you want from me
Don't think there's worth in my apology Because people never really change
You and I will always be the same and it's a problem that we can't mend because
it happened once it will happen again Because they plant their seeds of condition
until we have no choice, we lose conviction wits astray Blind in rage a war he'll
wage on grieving Another no one blows his head off Because only the extreme
makes an impression when drowning in the mainstream no one
-Bye For Now-
Here comes the day I see my friends far away,
When I grow up inside what will happen to me?
The city sights the business types,
I can see but where are you?
Bye for now.
Didn't mean to let you down,
Didn't mean to drive you away.
Bye for now!
Now that your not around,
So many things I'd like to say!
See here I think I've found the missing link,
The piece that holds us together.
If I had my way I'd here you say that it's OK,
Friendship should last for ever.
Bye for now.
Didn't mean to let you down,
Didn't mean to drive you away.
Bye for now!
Now that you're not around,
So many things I'd like to say!
Didn't mean to let you down.
Didn't mean to let you down.
Didn't mean to let you down.
Didn't mean to let you down.
Didn't mean to let you down.
Never meant to let you down.
Didn't mean to let you down.
-...Hidden Track-
don't call it a movement, there's other ways of saying it
call it brown table and i'm playin' it down
make it round even a wear account
fat amounts
blazin', appraisin
people are very unordinary (i have no idea)
every nation a backin'on out
come on everybody let me hear you shout
i'm gonna back on out
my momma said back on out
smokin' it ain't stoppin
its coming down and this melt is rockin'
rain my mother ate draino, mt. st. helen
a volcano
burnin' like hot lava
i got the runs cause i drink too much java
ouch that sensation
i got the runs i got constipation
[chorus.]
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