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01. Professional Help

Where am I? Where are you?
Have I been here before?

It's spinning so fast now
I can't keep up no more

Life will kill you
And there's no one
You can call for professional help

I ponder and I wonder
What if it ends right here

Slipping into a neurosis
As I try to cope with fear

I need to believe in
That soul and karma jive

Can't help it, but it seems like
No one gets you alive

Life will kill you
And there's no one
You can call for professional help

Sure, the meaning of it all
Is a mayor nut to crack

But you promised, reassured me
I want my money back

Life will kill you
And there's no one
You can call for professional help

02. Freak Of The Week

I'm the new black
I'm opium to tree

Will do anything
For popularity

Mutilate myself
Become an amputee

Like me, like me
Won't you like me?

I'm your freak of the week
Another freak of the week
Bigger than any wiki leak

Blow myself up for free
Break my neck in HD
I'm you freak of the week

Spreading like the plague
Hole in one! Touché!

Seven million views
In a single day

Who's your daddy now?
Who's leading the way?

Like me, like me
Won't you like me?

I'm your freak of the week
Another freak of the week
Bigger than any wiki leak

03. Sloppy

Bleeding information in every move you make
You're not alone anymore

Big brother is watching
Like he never watched before

Who are these people violating your life
And what gives them right?

Airstrip One has been way surpassed
And no one gives a shite

Sloppy
I am getting sloppy
You're getting sloppy
We're getting sloppy

Target of interest? Too bad for you
There is not recovery

From the 24/7 Orwellian
Mass surveillance machinery

It's all for the "greater good"
So we are doing as we're told

The truth of the matter is that everyone
Is being seriously corn-holed

Sloppy
I am getting sloppy
You're getting sloppy
We're getting sloppy

Deaf, dumb, blind
We're getting sloppy

04. Goody Goody

So you met someone who set you back on your heels
Goody, goody
So you met someone and now you know how it feels
Goody, goody
So you gave him your heart to
Just as I gave mine to you
And he broke it in little pieces
And now how do you do

So you lie awake just singing the blues all night
Goody, goody
So you think that love is a barrel of dynamite
Goody, goody
Hooray and Hallelujah, you had it coming to ya
Goody, goody for him, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied you rascal you!

05. (Saving Up For An) Anal Bleach

Shit! I'm low an battery
iPad parent, shame on me
Pierce my eye and dream about
A testicle tattoo

Need more gadgets to decorate
Frame my shallow, sorry state
I so want my asshole to be
Pretty just for you

I'm saving up!
I'm saving up!
I'm saving up!
Saving up for an anal bleach

Happiness is a friend request
Jerk off to a binary breast
Oops, my youngest may have drowned
While I deleted spam

Tweet, tweet all day long
Desperate to belong
I am not sure I even do exist
If it ain't on Instagram

I'm saving up!
I'm saving up!
I'm saving up!
Saving up for an anal bleach

Content? Substance? Who gives a crap?
When you can download another app
Into a reservoir of nothingness
Browse until we drop

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Can you see how fucked up we are?
Everything is not enough
And we never, ever stop

06. Private Property

Building higher fences just to keep me sane
I won't let nobody enter my domain
I've got my own place now, this is what I need
A solitary soul that I have to feed

How did I get here, the damage is done
Believed in the market, the greedy has won

I've got what is mine, and you've got yours
I will break you down with no remorse
If you could you surely would do the same to me
I've got what is mine and you've got yours
My private property

The daily grind assembly line, you're nothing but a fool
I'm the most important, from high above I rule
Healthy and productive, words become the law
Imprinted since I was a child, standing here in awe

How did I get here, the damage is done
Believed in the market, the greedy has won

I've got what is mine, and you've got yours
I will break you down with no remorse
If you could you surely would do the same to me
I've got what is mine and you've got yours
My private property

07. Mathematics Of Defeat

This ain't no damn swan song
Yet I am deeply fascinated by
The slow decay and the sound of the life-cycle gong
You simply can't win no matter what you try

I don't understand what is up with my feet
I used to have the groove, now I can't find the beat
There's a time and place for us all to retreat
It's the simple mathematics of defeat

Seize the day is a good way to start
You know those clichéd carpe diem rants
Stitch me up as I'm falling apart
Did I just piss my pants?

I don't understand what is up with my feet
I used to have the groove, now I can't find the beat
There's a time and place for us all to retreat
It's the simple mathematics of defeat

08. I Don't Want To Golf

You reached a certain age and the panic's kicking you
Stuck in that bunker, running out time
Suddenly aware of your own mortality

When that career isn't exactly a hole in one
What you wouldn't do for a tiny slice of success
To boost that place in the bourgeois hierarchy

I ain't you bro
I don't wanna golf
Bad for mojo
I don't wanna golf
Forever no
I don't wanna golf

The symbolism of another shit-expensive club
Perhaps the Maruman Majesty Prestigio Driver?
And yet you never hit the ball
And you most likely never will...

I ain't you bro
I don't wanna golf
Bad for mojo
I don't wanna golf
Forever no
I don't wanna golf

Fire the caddie
Take it out on the wife
Thank your mom and daddy
For your miserable life

I ain't you bro
I don't wanna golf
Bad for mojo
I don't wanna golf
Forever no
I don't wanna golf

09. Hide

Hide...while you complaint about the Wi-Fi
Hide...to keep a fraction of sanity
Hide...that soul needs some sixteen stitches
Hide...or be damaged permanently

So I hide
So I hide
Yes I hide
So I hide

Hide...from text messaging inferno
Hide...from the white noise deafening me
Tried to bang my bone head bloody
Against the hulking walls of stupidity

So I hide
So I hide
Yes I hide
So I hide

Hide...we could hide ourselves together
Hide...and we can struggle to get real

So we hide
Yes we hide
So we hide

10. Come Back To Comeback

Bury the hatchet, put you differences aside
We don't care who picked the initial fight

The music of today ain't worth a damn
Please, won't you reunite?

Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback
Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback

We're desperate to buy overpriced tickets
For yet another farewell tour

Nostalgia was so much better before...

Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback
Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback

Your legendary look and your trademark pose
Used to be sublime

Dye your streaks of grey, burn that fat away
Let's pretend you're in your prime

Another compilation with the same old tunes
Remastered for the zillionth time

Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback
Come back! Come back! Come back to comeback

11. Ranks Of The Terrified

Step up now indifferent one
Let's some real work done

Everything is changing
No matter what you do
Holler all toy want
We are many against few
Give me no excuses
It's time to make a stand
Choose a side...

Or join the ranks
The ranks of the terrified
Join the ranks
The ranks of the terrified

Your silence derives from fear
Being "neutral" is no option here

Everything is changing
No matter what you do
Holler all you want
We are many against few
Give me no excuses
It's time to make a stand
Choose a side...

Or join the ranks
The ranks of the terrified
Join the ranks
The ranks of the terrified

Bailing out is not OK
It's too convenient to look the other way

12. Once Upon A Time In Scandinavistan

Once upon a time in Scandinavistan

Grumpy, tired with eyes blood red
Take a breath as the therapist said

Bingo-playing sex-workers and curry ooze
A Molotov cocktail of venereal blues

Kama sutra and decomposing seaweed stew
Diastolic blood pressure higher than the IQ

Shaking, starving, running out of juice
Better stop by the tandoori moose

Once upon a time in Scandinavistan

Illegal propaganda transmission from a submarine
Get your head smashed by a feminist teen

A public intelligence Officer too tired to be afraid
As the anti-socials are gearing up for the parade

Colonial law states it's an utter disgrace
Committing Nuisance in a public place

Vomit, drunkenness and potent fury
There is no cure for the muddy streets of Gautampuri

Once upon a time in Scandinavistan

Wear helmet!!
Head is not replaceable
Wear helmet!!
Head is not replaceable
Wear helmet!!
Head is not replaceable

Only one head per lifetime...