Eat, work, passive recreation
Game Over
Thirty-one million seconds a year
tick tick tick
Embalm me now
Embalm me later
Microwave couch potato
The exercises in impotent aggression
The Congress of the Damned
Is now in session

And the women
Silently screeching
In the paradigm
Paint My Wrinkled Face!
Paint My Wrinkled Face!

Communism lost
Why haven't we won?
Desperately trying to have some fun
Communism lost
Why haven't we won?

Defunct cortex
With designer label
What will you do
When they cut off your cable?
passive
passive
passive

I suggest to you the Sanhedrin are on the take
And I suggest to you Mr. Iscariot is a fake
Who exchanged these lies for a handsome fee
And he hopes a little extra Roman leniency
For all his nefarious, scumbag crimes
He's looking to walk by dropping this dime

Jesus of Nazareth on the other hand
Is in full compliance with the law of the land
He's a carpenter, construction by trade
Innocent of any charges that have been made
And I ask that the verdict be Jesus walks

There's nothing so heinous
That it won't come back
Influenza epidemic
Neo-nazi attack

Like a tape set on an endless loop
Here we rise, there we droop

I lived, I died
And nothing's changed
I'm just another skull on the skull pile

First World has cycles of reform
Itty-bitty change
Thirty years of the norm

Light that's bent by a black hole
Appears as straight to the saved soul
Sacred book, sacred flag
Rabid badgers thrown in the bag

HabenSie ein Zimmer frei?
Ja, wir haben zwei.
Wo ist der Bahnhof?
Wo ist der Zug?
Diese ist mein Geburstag Geschenk!

Translation:
Do you have a free room for me?
Yes, we have two.
Where is the train station?
Where is the train?
This is my birthday present!

I'm a solitary guy
With solitary shoes
I walk around
Singin' solitary blues
I'm a solitary guy

I sit in my little solitary house
With my little solitary mouse
I'm a solitary guy

Solitary house
Solitary blues
Solitary feet
On my sorry sorry blues
I'm alone in my house, baby
Won't you come back to me, baby?
I'm a solitary guy

Every night I come at home
Eat my little solitary meat
Sittin' on my solitary seat
Going to a solitary beat

I'm all alone
With no place to hide
I'm that solitary guy

I have the mental obsession
And I have the physical craving
The physical craving comes in the bloodstream

The drone sirens call a sixty-cycle hum
Across the frothing emulsion
My arms are pinned to my side
I am pinned to the mast of my ship
I am on a deranged metronome

My craft is belly up
I am in the wind-whipped
Frothing, churning emulsion

I will not ejaculate into the emulsion
And thus dwell in a realm of anger and lust
And thus no longer know it

I have the mental obsession
And I have the physical craving
The physical craving comes in the bloodstream
The mental obsession comes in the wake
Of the physical craving
In the bloodstream

I will not ejaculate into the emulsion

I drink liquor
Too much liquor
I am sad
I am crying
I am sad
Going to America
To China, America
I drink liquor, too much liquor
Drinking friend
My drinking friend come
I am sad, I am crying
I am crying too much, too much

Public Bus Ticket

Public bus ticket
I am crying
I am so sad
I am going home, back to China
Mainland China
I am so sad, crying so much
Drinking liquor, too much liquor
My girlfriend she left
I am so sad
I don't have, don't have
No friend, no liquor

Public Bus Ticket

My baby loves me
She loves me all night long

She loves me with vaseline
And all kinds of vaginal creams
Her lips got a motion
Slithering with Vaseline Intensive Care lotion
Petroleum byproducts sluicing on her belly
No rubber, no need for KY jelly

Lying on her back
Lying on her front
We're gonna need a
Little more Vaseline
'Cause it's that time of the month
Banging the bed against the walls
Of the house
It's time to reinsert
The little white mouse

I volunteer for the wetspot
In a twin-sized bed
She says, "No need baby...
I'll sleep in it instead"
Because my baby loves me
Oooo she loves me all night long

Vladivostock
Home port of the Soviet Pacific Fleet
Terminus of the Trans-Siberian Railway
Pine forests, mining camps
Moving west towards the humanistic philosophies
Away from the hordes of Genghis Khan to the east
Deep in the Ural mountains
On the Eurasian landmass

Birds twitter in the whiting air
Dawn slides down into the valley
Of the city of Sverdlovsk

Mrs. Bopov, a large red-faced woman,
Takes her place in the vodka line
She is number 1,335

Stalin said, "We must catch the West in ten years
Or they will crush us."

Mrs. Bopov gazes over the smelting plant
Past the tractor factory
Far to the east, into the Gobi Desert
And she sees a vision
And her vision is of yaks
Herds of yaks
With their broad, furry backs
Moving en masse towards Sverdlovsk
And she asks a rhetorical question

"How long is the line?"
The line is so damn long
"How long is the line?"
The line is so damn long

Waiting and waiting
Waiting in Sverdlovsk

End of an era
End of an age
'Cause in your lifetime
You will see
The death of the cattle industry
Too many pounds of grain
For too little food
On a starving planet
It's a stupid thing to do
Because

We Eat Too Many Cows
Too Many Cows We Eat Now

Living in a factory
Living to die
It's a bloodbath we don't see
Just smiling cow-eaters on tv
"Real food for real people"
What does that mean?
On a starving planet
It's stupid and obscene

He's not the same
Since his operation
He's not the same
Without his medication
He's not the same
It's no hallucination
He's not the same
Just listen to him sing some
Yeah...

Dr. Pamela! Dr. Pamela!
Please report to the
Operating room immediately!

All hospital personnel
Locate Dr. Pamela
All medical personnel
Please report to Conference Room B

Please observe the No Smoking
Sign in the lobby
The hospital is not responsible
For the hospital

Work out your problems with your mommy