...Is a Real Boy
Album - 2004 - Debaser id 142202

I wouldn't sell my belt to industry
so they carded me and they carted me off
naked but that belt around my waste
it was my father's once, I still see his face

I say woah oh oh, they carted me off
I say woah oh oh oh oh, they carded me

But I managed to escape the good gendarme
I fled through field and farm stripped of natural charm
naked but that belt I wear so well
Past the pyramids and the liberty bell

I say woah oh oh, they carted me off
I say woah oh oh oh oh, they carded me

Hey, this is something I have to do for myself
yeah, this is something I have to do for myself
I have to for myself, I have to for myself (yeah, yeah)

I ignored the sheep and shepards on my way
what can their small words say when they say them that way
Bathed in sweat, feathered as a crow
I laid a beating on the sleet and snow with my frostbitten toes
I remained unrecongized in my hometown
beneath my monstrous gown of feather and down
but I gathered up an army made of those
who aimed to shake them from their repose

and we took up weapons yeah
and we took off our clothes

hey, this is something I have to do for myself
yeah, this is something I have to do for myself
I have to for myself, I have to for myself (yeah)

so what say you and all your friends
meet all of my friends in the alley tonight
what say you and all your friends
step up to my friends in the alley tonight

All the words in my mouth
That the scene deemed unworthy of letting out
Banded together to form a makeshift militia
And burrowed bloodily through my tongue and my teeth
And I stood proud in the gallery
With my open socket of a mouth for them to see
They all just laughed, and said
"That boy, he... that boy's got woe"

He lives with woe

And this girl who I met
Whose pride makes her hard to forget
She took pity on me, horizontally
But most likely because of my band
And that's all I can get when I'm lonely
And these visions of death seem to own me
In the quiet of the classrooms
All across the stacked United States of Woe

We live with woe

She said,
I can't get laid in this town without these pointy fucking shoes
My feet are so black and blue, and so are you

Please take me out of my body up through the palm trees, to
Smell California and sweet hypocrisy
Floating my senses surround my body
I wake my nose to smell that ocean burn

So now I'm forging ahead past all the plutocrats who sold me out
Go sob in your bed, if life is twice as pretty once you're dead
Then send me a card, I'm still the optimist though it is hard
When all you want to be is in a dream.
(A dream)

Yeah…yeah….yeah….OK.

Searching for blood in the salty sea
The sun beating down on the chest and back of me
Looking for drugs in a southern town (Hey…hey…hey…hey).
I've got this red right hand that points me south.
The puke green cloud just spat me out
Into the hot heartland; I've landed with no shoe

I hear "Hey…hey…hey…hey,
Come pollinate me…hey….
Hey…hey…hey…hey.
Come pollinate me…hey."

Across the room, across the room….
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room….
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.

Alright, we're gonna do it again for you now, ok….
Yeah….Oh yeah, Yeah….

They've got the army of ears--they can hear you now.
I've got the piss in my veins and these furrowed brows.
You've got this one last chance to burn me, turn me down
If not, I've got these last twelve bucks to spend on you.
You can take me anywhere your sick mind wants to.
I'll use your south to fuel me using you….

I hear "Hey…hey…hey…hey,
Come pollinate me…hey….
Hey…hey…hey…hey).
Come pollinate me…hey."

Across the room, across the room….
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room….
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.

Oh….oh….

I hear “Hey…hey…hey…hey.
Come pollinate me…hey…."
Hey…hey…hey….
"Come pollinate me…hey."
Hey…hey…hey….Come pollinate me….
Across the room, across the room….
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.
Across the room, across the room….
I hope to watch you writhe again soon….
I hope to watch you writhe again soon.

Ahhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh ahhhh...
When i watch you, wanna do you, right where you are standing, ya...
Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view...OH ya...
Of the whole ghetto, the boot-stomped meadows, but we ignore that..ya..
You're lovely baby, this war is crazy, i won't let you down, OH NO..noo
No, I wont let them take you, wont let them take you,
Hell no no, oh no, i wont let them take you, wont let them take you,
Hell no no
no
oh no no no

And when our city, vast and shitty, falls to the Axis, ya...
They'll search our buildings, collect gold fillings, wallets, and rings..Oh ya..
But Miss Black Eyeliner, You'd look finer, with each day in hiding, oh ya..
Beneath the wormwood, oooh love me so good, they won't hear us screw away the day
I'll make you say noo I won't let them take you, won't let them take you
(Alive, Alive, Alive with glory alive with glory)
Hell no no, whoa no, i wont let them take you, wont let them take you, hell no no

Our Treblinkah is alive with the glory of love
Treblinkah alive with glory of love yea

(Okay, speed it up now)

Should they catch us, and dispatch us to those separate work camps
I'll dream about you, I will not doubt you with the passing of time, oh ya..
Should they kill me, your love will fill me as warm as the bullets, ya..
I'll know my purpose, this war was worth it, i won't let you down
no i wont no i wont no i wont (alive) (alive with love, alive with love)
Hell no no, whoa no, i wont let them take you, wont let them take you
Hell no no....no, no,

I watch my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard.
The feline war has raged for years so I assume it’d be to hard
for me to drive my foot between them. I would never risk the scratch
just to prove to one or both of them a cat is just a cat.

Again, I watch my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home.
He makes fun of the Hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone.
Snug in the cushion of his cackling he forgets his looming doubts.
He has relied on this for years; you will not yank the carpet out.

No, no. These are my friends. This is who they have been for always.
These are my days. This is how they stay. Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.

Okay, check this out

I watch this dude each night, same table, who creates and crumples up.
His eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup.
He feeds me quotes, that lonely goat. I watch him grazing by himself
I will not stop him when he rambles; I’m becoming one myself.

Lou is bugged and shot up with drugs. He sweats this bird he hardly knows.
All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
so like some hybrid mother/lover she’d soothe and heal his wounds
and kiss them dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon.

Oh please. These are my friends. This is who they have been for always.
These are my days. This is how they stay. Hey, hey.
These are my friends. This is who they remain forever.
This is how we stay. Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.

I watch my yellow cat, hey, hey, I watch my yellow cat
I watch my yellow cat, hey, hey, I watch my yellow cat

I watch my neighbor’s son play with his shotgun in the street.
I think I’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat.
It’s strange; I’m skinny when I’m standing but I’m Buddha when I sit,
and if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it

as I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay,
right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
by the faux-finest finds It’s been that way and god damn you, how you stay,
with every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day.

Hey, hey.

These are my friends. This is who they have been for always.
These are my days. This is how they stay. Hey, hey.
These are my friends. This is who they remain forever.
This is how we stay. Hey, hey.
Hey, hey... hey
Hey, hey.

Shit! Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it. I'll go with the ignorance.
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me. I am full of indifference.
What do the old people teach us but how to die
and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
I have no taste. I don't like these tiny portions or your artful abortions of sound,
sealed with a kiss and slathered in the sauce sarcastic. Go choke on your irony.

The futile outweights the beautiful so I'm eating rat poison for dinner.
Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone, so goodnight.

I shall not love, yet I'll still sing about it. I hope it covers the ocean with slime,
the drama and drool. I'm leaking the blood of a fool.
(I'm full of it, I'm full of it, I'm full.)

No more promises. I have made them before and broken them.
Give me the go-ahead and I'll undress myself for you, if you're at all interested.

Now I'm growing legs, I'm the spider, I'm the spider. I'm growing legs, I'm the spider, I'm the spider. Crawl inside her.. I'm the hey!

Oh I know your pain. You, like, I plagued by the flies inside your brain.
I'm creeping up your veins. Are you smart enough and small enough to play this game?

I'm growing legs, I'm the spider, I'm the spider. I'm growing legs, I'm the spider, I'm the spider. Crawl inside her. I'm the whoaaa

I better watch my back around you. You've got the moves the shoes, the 'do-
you've got me and I want you to know I want to.
You've got those tired eyes all the time,(x3)
Yeah you need someone to bring you to bed.

Now I'm growing legs, I'm the spider, I'm the spider. I'm growing legs, I'm the spider, I'm the spider.

I am cold, too cool to call you, far too stoned to leave my bed.
I'll write this song to win your kiss but stay asleep instead.

Sweep the black super market! Sweep it up with your teeth!
Put your feather in a box! (Take off! Take off!) Send it off to me!
I smell oxygen, precious. Bareback on your horse, gallop off course.
Get off (Get off! Get off!) filled with fury's force.
There's a fire in the peach pit, a blaze in the snake pit.
You erased it but we saw you fake it.
There's blood on the good book, love in the bad book.
Suck out all the nerve and make it yours!
You brought me to my knees. Your heart, it brought me to my knees.
You're so perfect to please us! You make all the right noise!
Get the business clothes off (Take off! Take off!)
and strip down to your voice!
We will show you your future and coke the air from your world.
You can be our once-twice-thrice-four times the goodbye girl!
There's a crack in the blank stare, back in the black raised hair.
It's not fair
I don't know who told you that but it's a lie. Believe me.
I swear I shall not deceive thee.
I don't know who sold you that but it's a fake. Remind me.
My eyes see straight behind me. I've never killed nobody.
I promise you're my first; you always remember your first.

Here I am
Laid bare at the end of my rope
I've lost all hope so long

Molly Connelly just broke up with me
Over the revealing nature of the songs
You goddamned kids had best be gracious with the merch money you spend
'Cause for you
I won't ever have rough sex with Molly Connelly again

Here I am
Laid down at the end of my rope
Wishing I had not been born

Now I've spewed too much
I can never shut it up
I thought you should be warned

I implied black skies took a needle to my eye
Sucked out all its glow Whoaoh
Molly Connelly ruined my life
I thought the world should know Ho!

I can't stop thinkin bout what she did wrong to me
I can't stop thinkin bout what I did wrong
I kill myself thinkin bout things that you do to me
Molly Connelly

I can't stop thinkin bout what she did wrong to me
I can't stop thinkin bout what I did wrong
I kill myself thinkin bout things that you do to me
Molly Connelly

Passing slowly though the vector
Damp with fog the bog that grows the former business sector
With my laugh, my lone companion.
Only I can save the lives that blink within this canyon
Whoaaa
We're passing slow, passing slow. Slow, Slow
Drink the colors of the night time
If you were wrong then I was right and this will be the right time
I‘ll display my disaffection (you grind me up, yea, you spit me out)
Out across the city
Loud and proud in your direction
Whoaaa
We're passing slow, we're passing slow. Slow, Slow.
Whoaaa
We're passing slow, we're passing slow. Slow, Slow.
But when I get to your apartment I climb the rail outside the building
A band of them were in your apartment
They tied you up unwound, unwilling
I watch them cut, watch them touch, watch them do what they came to do
And in I come to lick it up
Clean up what is left of you
Ha ha ha show me what you got

I've watched you all succeed with the highest marks in greed from my cave, where you're displayed like photographs that bleed
and my teeth grind names into their ivory membranes.
I am hate everlasting with each sickly spell I'm casting.
I discard all my feelings. The stars scar my ceiling.
Sun, I won't spare you. Moon, I won't spare you.
My pain is mine. It's become my friend iwth time. Chia-like, it grows.
Watch it fester for my foes.
One day, I'm going to get up get right back into the city with my flamethrower mouth.
You bet your life it won't be pretty.
I discard all my feelings. The stars still scar my ceiling.
I won't spare you. I won't spare you.
Photograph (bath) Photograph (bath) Photograph
Why'd you have to go and take a picture of a life like that? You aren't new enough.I give up I give up I give up on you. Look at you,look at you,look at you. Pretty boy floating face down in a pond of glue. You aren't new enough. we give up, we give up, we give up on all those like you. I discard all feelings. The stars scar my ceiling. I won't spare you. I won't spare you. won't spare you won't spare you won't spare you i won't spare you. i shall grow and grow. i'll grow

i want to know your plans
and how involved in them i am
when i go to sleep for good
will i be forgiven
and if you want roses
you can go buy a bouquet
if that just won't cut it
well, what can i say

you're what keeps me believing
the world's not long dead
strength in my bones
put the words in my head
when they pour out to paper
it's all for you
cuz that's what you do

i want to know your fear
from your feet
to the back of your ear
when they raise the landing gear
will your heart stay here
if you could forgive me
for being so brash
well you could hit me or whip me
i'd savour each lash

you're what keeps me believing
the world's not long dead
strength in my bones
put the words in my head
when they pour out to paper
it's all for you
cuz that's what you do

no more fighting
this is only a waste of our time
cuz soon we'll be leaving
will this strength still be mine
i'll look out for you
until i die
until i rot
i'll remember you
until i die
until i rot

you're what keeps me believing
the world's not long dead,
strength in my bones
put the words in my head
when they pour out to paper
it's all for you
cuz that's what you do

Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
That vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you're so post-modern
You're diving face forward into a antiquated path
It's disgusting, its offensive don't stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other forever competing for that one moment of self aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh we're not worthy when you walk by a group of quote unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
With the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

Cause I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe that it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you're living a lie (yeah) living a lie (yeah) you're life is living a lie
You don't impress me (admit it)
You don't intimidate me (admit it)
Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah

I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I've become
You're free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, guitar go!

I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah
I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah oh

And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
So you come to me, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
I have when I'm dead I'll rest
But that's away still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest