ANGRY RED PLANET
Gawker's Paradise Lyrics

MEDIOCRITY
Festering in festung America, contemplating destruction
As far as fun goes, I seek character building corruption
Eyes attracted by a watch of time
It's on my hands I can't shake it
Sinking feeling it's a stinking crime
I got something to make, I go and break it

It's just the rising tid eof mediocrity
Coming up the back of my throat
Out damn spot can't stop this rot
In the sea the shit will float

Some say kids need to pray, just force it into their hands
Why waste cash to teach them to think
They'll take some uppers and forget what you said
Teach them enough to throw a brick
And let them find themselves a job
Listen to words of some civic leaders
They know what it takes to make a brainless mob

And it's the rising tide of mediocrity
Decadence somes naturally, skyscrapers tumble and fall
Debris in the street says it all
Debris in the street says it all

Go to the doorknob it comes off in your hand
You're stuck inside with the rest
Now we build to fall apart
And the repairman can't pass a reading test
The simple things are all hard now
The simple skills are all lost
You can still pay to get the best, thoug
But the best ain't worth the cost

And it's the rising tide of mediocrity
Decadence comes naturally, skyscrapers tumble and fall
Debris in the street says it all
Debris in the street says it all

It's just the rising tide of mediocrity
Just a sign of the times
Wild animals roaming thru the city
The good is gone, now there's nothing left but crime


CURLING
I gotta gotta go CURLING on a Saturday night

CURLING it'll be alright
CURLING it's on channel 9
CURLING you play it on the ice

Tell your mom, bring your dad
It'll be the best time they ever had
Play the game that's as great as its name
You play it on the ice without any skates
Tell your mom, bring your dad...

I gotta gotta go... CURLING

Here I go, push off baby and don't be slow
Don't push too hard and slip and fall on the ice
With 44 pounds of fun sliding down the ice

CHORUS

Tell your mom, bring your dad on around
We'll throw a few ends, it won't take long
We got some sweepers who are throwing on down
44 punds and it's coming around
Tell your mom, bring your dad...

CHORUS

Tell your mom, bring your dad
It'll be the best time they ever had
We'll play the game that's as great as its name
You play it on the ice without any skates
Tell your mom, bring your dad...

I gotta gotta go...
SUN GOES DOWN
Why should one freeze to death
Why should the cold still our breath
You'd think by now that they'd have enough sense
Not to stay outside
Pay the gas and pay the rent
And pay to keep them at your throat
THey're at your throat, your tender throat
Walking down the main drag
Of this living breathing stalag

And everday's just like the rest
Seeing the world au natural
Warts on skin and scabs on warts
And the more I see the more it hurts
It hurts it hurts

So why should I care if the sun falls down
If the sun never shined on me
I stare down streets I'll never walk down
Is it life is it the world or is it me?

The noise on the streets is one big pain
Like a gall digging down into your brain
It's just so hard to stay alive
And stay that way until you die
Until you die, until you die


ON THE WATERFRONT
Out on the beach
Watching the manowar bob on the surf
Like Burt Lancaster drowning
And schools of fish getting their brains dashed out
On concrete breakers, eyes like buttons
Float in the surf being tossed about
By the rising tide that drowns the screams out

And when I turn away I want to ride the crest
Just once before I die I need to ride the crest
The spray in my face and the hollow in my chest
But it's such a test

So many high and dry, alone in the dunes
Try to imagine, life hidden by the waves
But monochrome eyes are too weak to picture
Beyond the horizon vast jungles lie
And all that entails, this makes me wonder
Does green make a pretty picture?

Chorus

A bird in the sky, same bird underfoot
Scared to watch it fly, glad to see it off
Places I have been, don't wanna see 'em again
Like being young again
But now I got better things to worry and fret about
Like getting the lead out

Chorus



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