All lyrics by Adam Gates.
These are the lyrics as posted to the MBO site with no modifications.
Idiot Jones Will Have His Day
Sitting all alone
Banging heads
In the rubber room
Sucking down the pills
In the group home
Chemical tomb
Looking for signs
Cause' your mind
Is working overtime
Institutional life
Is nothing but
An organized crime
He sets the sights
On the sky
Secretly talking to the moon
Idiot Jones will have his day (hey idiot)
He's lost in landslides of grey
When all the voices go away
You'll finally have someone to save
God damn the creeping snake
At the wake of each and every day
Suddenly you come to view
And you start to
Ascertain
The words are coming easily
Now that your
Not insane
Everybody's looking
For that half wit
Idiot Jones
Speaking in voices
Muttering his
Idiot tones
Your religions bought and sold
Just a way to keep a hold
On your fat back
Im sure Christ digs all your gold
You define what's right and wrong
The network news just plays along
Your propaganda
Has a brand new working song
You don't need a reason for your brand of treason
All your ducks are in line
Shake your money maker
Shake your brand new ideal
And make it real...
Condoleezza's telling lies
Words are easily revised
Shake your donkey
keep your eyes fixed on the prize
All the world is terrible and cold
Untie one knot
And everything
Starts to unfold
All in all
We're just kicking the can
All in all
Theirs no battle plan
All in all
We're just kicking the can
And the truth be known...We do the best we can
The collection cup is over run with muck!
Tie a dollar to the tail and watch the monkey chase the buck
It seems that your alone
Misunderstanding
Everything you see
Thing you see
All your plans are blown
You were so hopeful in your fantasy
You say that you were wronged
Can we survive without your pointless songs?
Adjust your state of mind
truth is so unkind
What's your new excuse
It's just your time to lose
Nerve Pill
Hey
I'm a walking cliche
Who's manicured his own dismay
To get his sick pay
Hey
I could easily portray
A strategic display
Of angst and moral decay
Hey
Nothing meaningful to say
Yes you know how to obey and trust the God that you call "they"
Rest my head
On the grass
Watch the clouds pantomime
The wind and the trees
Calm the disease
That's poisoning my mind
The idiots drone in predictable tones
They shake and scream and weep
American Idols fill the garbage heap
Keep on climbing, never stop
Fill your pipe to the top
The king of the apes is speaking in tongues
In a language ready-made
The dictionaries are arbitrary to serve his new crusade
Out in the garden
Is where I'll disappear
The freaks and fear won't find me here
I'm not my bank account
Im not my new career
It's obscene, this machine is rolling over us all
Where's my nerve pill
Im fine but the world is ill
When breathing the air is political
It's time to roll over
And play dead
Playing dead. Playing dead.
Spaceman, Time To Go
He likes the sky inside his head
Spaceman
All the stupid things he said
Spaceman
I just wanna disappear
Spaceman
The calm before the setting year
Spaceman
Spaceman, time to go
Looking through the window
You got a key to the hyper-world
That you wear on a chain near your heart
You wrote a "Super Sigel"
That you keep deep inside of your art
You know you want a reason
No their aint' no reason for it
I confess..
Destroy the system
Do it the other way around
Think of the system
As your playground
I confess..
Madame Blavatsky Overdrive in your head
It's all because you have to die before your dead
Strangely
I didn't know you left me
I didn't know you'd gone
Strangely
The sound of your voice escapes me
Something is very wrong
Strangely
I do not know what I am thinking
I didn't notice that Ive been sinking
Each time I say goodbye
Strangely
I'm drowning not waving
Save me , please will you take me home
Strangely
I've come unglued, I'm crazy
Please don't leave me alone
Man overboard
Drowning not waving
man overboard
Watch him swim to the shore
And sink in the deep blue sea
Strange world calls from a clear glass vile
I breathe in synthetic smoke
A membrane tears and after awhile
A large room is filled with ghosts
That's when you first see the elves
Seems they have something to say
"Welcome to the Egos death
Don't spiral off into amazement
Pay attention! Pay attention! Pay attention! Pay attention!
Your heart is beating, take a breath
We're making objects with our voices
We're replicating, trans-mutating, pay attention! Pay attention!
I feel like an alien
This language, these secret codes from space
This lexicon of the dead
Is turned to balls of complex grace
Time is erased, time is replaced
Their is a chrysanthemum!
Made with dimensional sound!
Then you understand that nothing is real
Not what you touch, taste, smell hear or feel
Most of the day we we're chopping
Most of the month we we're chopping up the...
Most of the year we spent chopping
Most of our lives our heads were in the clouds
Pounding the rock
Never stopping
Chopping the dust
Our heads are in the clouds
In the clouds