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| Last Exit | Spin The Black Circle | Not For You | Tremor Christ | Nothingman | Whipping |
| Pry, To | Corduroy | Bugs | Satan's Bed | Better Man | Aye Davanita | Immortality |
| Stupid Mop |

01) Last Exit
          Time: 2:54
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

Lives opened and trashed. Look ma, watch me crash.
No time to question why'd nothing last.
Grasp and hold on we're dying fast.
Soon be over and I will relent.

Let the ocean swell dissolve way my past.
Three days and maybe longer. Won't even know I've left.

Under your tongue I'm like a tab.
I will give you what you're not supposed to have.
Under my breath I swear by sin.
For better or for worse, a best we began.

Let the sun climb, burn way my mask.
Three days and maybe longer. Shed my skin at last.

Let the sun shine burn way my mask.
Three days and maybe longer. Won't ever find me here.

Let the ocean dissolve way my past.
Four days and not much longer.
Let my spirit pass.
This is my last exit.


02) Spin The Black Circle
          Time: 2:47
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

See this needle. A-see my hand.
Drop, drop, dropping it down oh so gently.
Well here it comes. I touch the plane.
Turn me up, won't turn you away.

Spin the black circle.

Pull it out. A-paper sleeve.
Oh my joy. Only you deserve conceit.
I'm so big. A-my whole world.
I'd rather you, rather you than her.

Spin the black circle.

You're so warm. The ritual when I lay down your crooked arm.

Spin the black circle.


03) Not For You
          Time: 3:51
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

Restless soul, enjoy your youth.
Like Muhammad. Hits the truth.
Can't escape from the common rule - if you hate something don't you do it too.

Small my table. A-sits just two.
Got so crowded. I can't make room.
Oh where did they come from? Stormed my room.
And you dare say it belongs to you. To you.

This is not for you.

My friends call me Ed, they call me.
My friends they don't scream.
My friends don't call. My friends don't.

All that's sacred comes from youth.
Dedication. Naive and true.
With no power. Nothing to do.
I still remember. Why don't you? Don't you?

This is not for you.
Never was for you. Fuck you.
This is not for you.


04) Tremor Christ
          Time: 4:10
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm.
Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore.
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her, drowning in his wake.
A-daily taste the salt of her tears but, a chance blamed fate.

Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake.
The smallest oceans still get big big waves.

Ransom paid the devil. He whispers pleasing words.
Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first.

Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake.
The smallest oceans still get big big waves.

I'll decide. Take the dive. Take my time. Not my life.
Wait for signs. Believe in lies to get by. It's divine.
You know what it's like.

Turns the bow back tows and drops the line.
Puts his faith and love in tremor christ.


05) Nothingman
          Time: 4:33
          Ament, Vedder

Once divided. Nothing left to subtract.
Some words when spoken can't be taken back.
Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking.
Future's above, but in the past he's slow and sinking.
Caught a bolt of lightning. Cursed the day he let it go.

Nothingman.
Isn't it something, nothingman.

She once believed in every story he had to tell.
One day she stiffened. Took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell.
One just escapes. One's left inside the well.
And he who forgets will be destined to remember.

Nothingman.
Isn't it something, nothingman.

She don't want him (she don't want him).
She won't feed him after he's flown away.
Into the sun.
Burn, burn, burn.
Nothingman.
Isn't it something, nothingman.
Nothingman.
Coulda' been something, nothingman.


06) Whipping
          Time: 2:33
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

Don't need a helmet, got a hard hard head.
Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet.
Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood.
After a while seems to roll right off.

They're whipping.

Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached.
Don't get behind I can't fall back.
Why must we trust all these rusted rails?
They don't want no change. We already have.

They're whipping.

Don't mean to push but I'm being shoved.
I'm just like you think we've had enough.
I can't believe a thing they want us to.
We all got scars they should have them too.

They're whipping.


07) Pry, To
          Time: 1:00
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me.
P-r-i-v-a-c-y


08) Corduroy
          Time: 4:37
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

The waiting drove me mad. You're finally here and I'm a mess.
I take your entrance back. Can't let you roam inside my head.

I don't want to take what you can give.
I would rather starve than eat your bread.
I would rather run but I can't walk.
Guess I lie alone just like before.

I'll take the firmest path. Oh, and I must refuse your test.
A-push me and I will resist. This behavior's not unique.

I don't want to hear from those who know.
They can buy but can't put on my clothes.
I don't want to wait for them to walk.
Never would have known of me before.

I don't want to be held in your debt.
I'll pay it off in blood let I be wed.
I'm already cut up and half dead.
I'll end up alone like I began.

Everything has chains. Absolutely nothing's changed.
"Take my hand, not my picture." Spelled my T-shirt.

I don't want to take what you can give.
I would rather starve than eat your breast.
All the things that others want for me.
Can't buy what I want because it's free.
Can't be what you want because I...

Why ain't it susposed to be just fun?
To live and die let it be done.
I figure I'll be damned. All alone like I began.

It's your move now. I thought you were a friend but I guess, I... I guess I hate you.


09) Bugs
          Time: 2:44
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

I got bugs. I got bugs in my room.
Bugs in my bed. Bugs in my ears.
Their eggs in my head.
Bugs in my pockets. Bugs in my shoes.
Bugs in the way I feel about you.
Bugs on my window trying to get in.
They don't go nowhere. Waiting, waiting...
Bugs on my ceiling. Crowded the floor.
Standing, sitting, kneeling. A few block the door.
And now the questions...
Do I kill them? Become their friend?
Do I eat them? Raw or well done?
Do I trick them? I don't think they're that dumb.
Do I join them? Looks like that's the one.
I got bugs on my skin. Tickle my nausea.
I let it happen again. They're always taking over.
I see they surround me I see, see them deciding my fate.
Oh, that which was once, was once up to me. Now it's too late.
I got bugs in my room. One on one.
That's when I had a chance.
I'll just stop now. I'll become naked and with them I'll become one.


10) Satan's Bed
          Time: 3:25
          Gossard, Vedder

It's not all been said, been said and done.
I've never slept in Satan's bed.
Although, I must admit, still visits my place.
Uninvited, as you know he don't wait.
Funny how he always seems to fit in.
Funny how I always want to give in.
Sundays, Fridays, Tuesdays, Thursdays the same.
Sometimes this special guest he don't like to leave.

Already in love.

Who made, who made up, made up the myth that we were born to be covered in bliss?
Who set the standard? Born to be rich.
Such fine examples, skinny little bitch.
Model, role model. Roll some models in blood.
Get some flesh to stick so they look like us.
I shit and I stink. I'm real join the club.
I'd stop and talk but I'm already in love.

Already in love.

Torture follows reward, follows torture, follows reward. Oh my word.

Never shook Satan's hand. Look, see for yourself.
You'd know it if I had that shit don't come off.
I'll rise and fall, let me take credit for both.
Jump off a cliff don't need your help so back off.
I'll never suck Satan's dick.
Again you'd see it, you know, right round the lips.
I'll wait for an angel but I won't hold my breath.
Imagine they're busy. Think I'm doing okay.

Already in love.


11) Better Man
          Time: 4:27
          Vedder

Waiting, watching the clock. It's four o'clock.
It's got to stop. Tell him. Take no more.
She practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over.
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over.

She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.

Talking to herself, "There's no one else who needs to know," she tells herself.
Memories back when she was smooth and strong and waiting for the world to come along.
Swears she knew him now she swears he's gone.

She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man.
She lies and says she still loves him. Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.

She loved him, yeah. She don't want to leave this way.
She feeds him, yeah. That's why she'll be back again.
Can't find a better man.


12) Aye Davanita
          Time: 2:56
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

Awooha... Aye davanita. Awooha... Awooha...


13) Immortality
          Time: 5:17
          Abbruzzese, Ament, Gossard, McCready, Vedder

Vacate, is the word.
Vengeance has no place so near to her.
Cannot find the comfort in this world.
Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable. Wisdom can't adhere.

A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on but there's a trapdoor in the sun.
Immortality.

As privileged as a whore.
Victims in demand for public show.
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door.
Holier than thou. How? Surrendered, executed, anyhow.
Scrawl dissolved. Cigar box on the floor.

A truant finds home, and I wish to hold on too, but saw the trapdoor in the sun.
Immortality.

I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark.
Coming up a which way sign.
All good truants must decide.
Oh, stripped and sold mom.
An auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink.
Truants move on, cannot stay long.
Some die just to live.


14) Stupid Mop
          Time: 7:43
          Ament, Gossard, Irons, McCready, Vedder

Don't you want people to love you
My spanking that's the only thing I want so much
Spanking that's the only thing I want so much
That's the only thing I want so much
Don't you want people to love you
My spanking that's the only thing I want so much
That's the only thing I want so much
Why is that better than being hugged
Why is that better than being hugged
Because you get closer to the person
Closer to the person
Why is that better than being hugged
Because you get closer to the person
Closer to the person
Just like a person having sex feels cared for
We wanna be loved so we have sex together
And they feel loved about that
And this is the way it makes me feel loved
I want it I dream about it I think about it I want it
Just like a girl wants sex with a boy you know
It's the way I'll always be probably
My last one was born in the system
See they're stupid very stupid those people over there
They're stupid
These people are so below mentality honest to God really
You know what I mean he got the nerve to bug me (x2)
This mentality honest to God really
You know what I mean he got the nerve to bug me
Honest to God really
You know what I mean he got the nerve to bug me
Bug me bug me he got the nerve to bug me
Everything seems so eight ball (x2)
And I I don't know if that's my imagination but umm
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me
And I don't know if that's my imagination but umm
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me (x2)
Think they got me
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me hmm
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me
Know if that's my imagination but umm
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me
She prides herself on her cleaning habits (x2)
Hey foxymophandlemama that's me
She prides herself on her cleaning habits (x2)
It's a lovely stupid mop it is
There's something really screwey about no streaking
Is it any old dumb mop It streaks
Come on mop no streaking mop
I don't mind mop the floor my mop streaks I don't like it
It's not me it's the mop
Come I bought some new mops
Go away you stupid dumb old sponge mop
I don't believe it now the floor looks beautiful (x2)
I don't believe it old sponge mop
Dumb old sponge mop (x2)
Old sponge mop dumb old sponge mop
You're right this mop's stupid
Dumb old sponge mop
I don't believe it now the floor looks beautiful
That's why they call me mophandlemama
Now the floor looks beautiful
That's why they call me mophandlemama (x3)
In two weeks before she could see herself not dressed
The twenty-third of May you know she disturbed no one today
The manager told her to completely forget
If you ever go to bed I'll kill you
Do I tell the whole world that I'm mentally ill
Go to the papers yeah why not
Drum roll
I want to show them that I can walk on my own without hands of theirs
And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
Very much so
Think I deserve to be loved
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
To be loved don't you
But I keep it to myself
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself
Keep it to myselfkeep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
Very much so
Do you ever think that you would actually really kill yourself
Well if I have thought about it real uhh real deep
Yeas I believe I would
I have thought about it real uhh real deep
Yes I believe I would
And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
That I can walk without hands of theirs
And I can still fantasize but I keep it to myself
Keep it to myself keep it to myself
I think I deserve to be loved don't you
Very much so
Do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself
Well if I have thought about it real uhh real deep
Yeas I believe I would

 
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