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Hang me upside down
I drink his bathwater from the magic pond
Space cartoons, women’s pubes, quests for truth
Tested gas on sheep
Then used it on our hit list when this guy
Tried to escape so we microwaved him
Now he’s in the lake
Bad karma’s bodies pile up as you stand in our way
With the art of conscious dying you’ll be saved from that fate
Very soon, you’ll be still and lying
Only we will be here beyond these years
Spiritual scientists remain
After World War Three kills the nuclear beast
Anthrax and Ebola, Russian helicopters
Millions in U.S. dollars, I’ll ride my rocket
Just like in Asimov, like in anime
Bad karma’s bodies pile up as you stand in our way
With the art of conscious dying you’ll be saved from that fate
This is just an act of kindness, if you knew, if you knew
Very soon, you’ll be still and lying in the fumes
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Now it’s just the two of us
Playing in a nuclear swamp
Oh, oh, the fun never dies
Don’t worry ‘bout your falling teeth
There’s nobody around to see
Let’s not let the fun ever die
Think of all the times that we can’t get back
When we used to ask
Where did all the fun go to die?
Yeah when did all the fun crawl off and die?
Nervously the friends would stand
Not knowing where to put their hands
Sort of feeling dumb; the end was nigh
But now it’s just the two of us
Playing ‘neath a dying sun
Let’s not let the fun be first to die
Think of all the times that we can’t get back
When we used to ask
Where did all the fun go to die?
Yeah when did all the fun crawl off and die?
Yeah where is all the fun?
Think of all the times that we can’t get back
When we used to ask
Where is all the fun?
Think of all the times that we can’t get back
When we used to ask
Where is all the fun?
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We are alone in here
And we have always been
You have grown comfortable
You are enslaved by a routine
In a rut
A glut of apathy
Indifference abounds
I swear this building can
Really bring me down
None of you guys like it here
You do not actually like it here
But you stay although it’s bleak
And you keep coming back every week
Can we leave the Angel?
Can we leave the Angel?
Ahh, ahh
Your eyes inspecting as
You pull apart your food
You are suspicious that
It might not be cooked
In some parts
You say it’s not that bad
But you are in denial
You know this makes you sick
Your standards have died
Soon as I open the door
The smell it hits my face like a board
And I cannot take much more
The urge to leave here I can’t ignore
Can we leave the Angel?
Can we leave the Angel?
Ahh, ahh
Every time we disagree
Do this every single week
Only cancel under three
We hate the food and the bartenders
We hate the tunes and the old gamblers
We hate the screens, not so much the beer
Can we leave the Angel?
Can we leave the Angel?
Ahh, ahh
Can we leave the Angel?
Can we leave the Angel?
Ahh, ahh
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So byzantine, the social ladder climb
Know where to dine, right place at the right time
Celebutante, see what you flaunt
You cash your cheques as everyone expects
But then the press says you caught the simplex
From having sex, with your whole Roladex
They orbit as if on conveyor belts
And surrounded in glamour and great wealth
Lonely celebs eat baroque sushi
It’s taking a ride on a sushi train
It’s all wall-to-wall fog of social pain
Lonely celebs eat baroque sushi
Talking ‘cross a canyon, oh boo hoo
Lack of a companion, oh boo hoo
No meaningful people, just some twelfth Beatles
And Evil Kneavel
They orbit as if on conveyor belts
And surrounded in glamour and great wealth
Lonely celebs eat baroque sushi
It’s taking a ride on a sushi train
It’s all wall-to-wall fog of social pain
Lonely celebs eat baroque sushi
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I came out of the ocean for this?
There’s not a drop to breathe
I’m strapping on my helmet
For the bricks
Slow mo, I fell on my keys
My nose, I drool on my sleeve
Ice flows, the wheeze on the breeze
It blows
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Can fake my way for just a little longer
It won't be long til nothing's left that works
I try to put the pages back in order
Watch my life unwritten in reverse
The fog returns for yet another daydream
I'm losing it, forgetting all the rules
I hope that you can see how I'm behaving
Reel me in when I look like a fool
And if I go too mad please promise me you'll shoot me
Yeah don't hold back cause soon enough I will be gone
Cause if I have mood swings
I will do bad things
Promise me
You'll stop me doing wrong
Cause I don't know anymore
And I don't know if I ever knew
Yeah I don't know
I'm trying to stay on top from underneath this
I see you turn so red on my behalf
Your name and face are standing up and leaving
I just want, I just want this to last
And if I go too mad please promise me you'll shoot me
Yeah don't hold back cause soon enough I will be gone
Cause if I have mood swings
I will do bad things
Promise me
You'll stop me doing wrong
Cause I don't know anymore
And I don't know if I ever knew
Yeah I don't know anymore
And I don't know if I ever knew
And I won't even miss you
There'll be no way to know
Cause I don't know anymore
And I don't know if I ever knew
Yeah I don't know anymore
And I don't know if I ever knew
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Obliviously overweight
I just never felt quite right
Talking about things we hated
We couldn’t think of things we liked
Waking up so bleary-eyed
Too young to be dead inside
Just in case you don’t remember well
High school was shithouse
High school was shithouse
High school was not grouse
The seconds felt like centuries
Slouching down behind the chapel
Little became memories
Yeah just making bets and kicking apples
Yawning through the afternoon
Need to leave, never too soon
Just in case you don’t remember well
High school was shithouse
High school was shithouse
High school was shithouse
High school was shithouse
Your gaze is constantly cast down
It’s hard when you don’t have a clue
Don’t wanna make any sound
Don’t know what is lame and what is cool
Eminem hair and Fubu
While I thought glam metal ruled
Just in case you don’t remember well
High school was shithouse
High school was shithouse
High school was shithouse
High school was shithouse
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We were concerned, we rang the bell
We jimmied his garage and found the smell
Wall-to-wall inside
Were pictures of his bike
Shining proudly in the dank
As he lay beside, decayed and rank
Flies blew in the dark
With pictures of his bike
I couldn't understand
The time and love he sacrificed
I wondered what was the appeal
Yeah what a futile way to spend your life, life, life, life
And the house was weirdly bare
We dug around and found his will in there
All he left his wife
Were pictures of his bike
Who by now was long estranged
And she didn't seem to think it strange
She knew all about
His stupid fucking bike
We gave it to his kid
Who gave it to the nature strip
We’d never even seen him ride
Yeah what a stupid way to spend your life, life, life, life
All your time that's left on this earth
What do you believe that it's worth?
All your time that's left on this earth
What do you believe that it's worth?
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Blame it on my face but that's just cruel
Blame it on my personality but that's mean
You've made your feelings clear
Onwards upwards, I’ll still be right here
You're moving on, all the best, I guess
Exit interview, in your view, tell me how I could improve
Is there anything I could do?
Exit interview, help me to, have better luck than I did with you
Tell me ‘fore you fade from my view
On a scale of one to ten, from beginning until end, how did I do?
I can take constructive criticism
Guess I’ll see you on your way back down
So fill in this feedback form
Hand me back my clipboard when you're done
Gimme some tips
I've just got some questions 1 or 2
Then I’ll leave you alone I promise you
Exit interview, in your view, tell me how I could improve
Is there anything I could do?
Exit interview, may as well, get some info out of you
Tell me ‘fore you fade from my view
On a scale of one to ten, from beginning until end, how did I do?
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Maybe I should open up a window or something
Get some fresh air in the place and breathe it in
The people below me in the street
Have parties to go to, friends to meet
It’s just a loser’s night in
It’s just a sad, sad, sad, sad Saturday night
It’s just a sad, sad Saturday night
It’s just a sad, sad, sad, sad Saturday night
It’s just a sad, sad Saturday night
But it’s all right
I’m really fine
Maybe I should slipper up, take a little drive
Treat myself to something extra nice to drink (ooh)
The people in front of me in line
They’re dressed for a date they’re buying wine
It’s just a loser’s night in
It’s just a sad, sad, sad, sad Saturday night
It’s just a sad, sad Saturday night
It’s just a sad, sad, sad, sad Saturday night
It’s just a sad, sad Saturday night
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released September 18, 2020
Lauren - the drums, Pat - the rest
