• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Feline Growth - Radon
• Audio Illusions - Radon
• Two Feet - Radon
• Step Mother Earth - Radon
• Live It Down - Radon
• Haiti - Radon
• Grandma's Cootie - Radon
• Science Fiction - Radon
• Rasta Guy - Radon
• Facial Disobedience - Radon

We are all gathered here on the verge of thankless years,
to find out why we're lost.
And I don't think It's wrong if you find out where you belong
and you want to run from here.
Pak Sao to Chun Choi, we're here to destroy.
This is a freakshow.
Little man you better run.
While the cats are away, the mice have come to play,
among the ruins of hope.
That many people can't be wrong,
they've been fighting you for so long.

Track 5, "Terror" -The sky is high with the living breath,
and there's a little bit of luck between alive and death.
The words I sing, they're very plain.
lt's an eagle on a wing.
Hey, we play audio illusions.
And the sky is high with the living breath,
with your ears you look past me.
The words I sing, they're very plain.
I'm an eagle on a wing.
Yeah, we play audio illusions.

It's six o'clock and the sun comes up...
woke up this morning without a heart,
you know I bled it dry long ago.
Feeling these feelings that I can't even start and now I'm loveless;
walking over it every day.
Can't you see, oh god,
you know life ain't good for nothing when you're caught up in a frees".
You know that I've been compared to the body of the son,
I didn't mean to hurt no one.
A broken bottle from his hand hits the ground
and he's watching all the bodies go around
and around and around Coming down,
got my two feet on the ground, and I'm walking around.
Now I'm timesick of the reasons,
I'm timesick of the seasons, but you know I'm not Kerouac.
I'm timesick of the laying to rest of the woman
who taught me how to be human
and you know I don't care about the rest.

All I want is a place to come home to,
nothing fancy, no paternal throne,
just a place I can always return to when my head's hangin' low.
All I need is a friend I can turn to, no one famous,
not some upper class clone,
just a friend I can go all berserk with when my head's hangin' low.
Ask a man why he never cries,
ask a woman why she's never at home,
I saw her on the deck of the Enterprise,
enslaved on a planet unknown.
My old man said to me just the other day,
here's some wisdom that you'll never outgrow,
rest assured that someday
"we're all gonna die, and time is worth more than gold."
Who burned my piece of American pie?
Hey you, with your upwardly mobile home,
who made your status go so high?

There are things I should have never opened up my mouth and said, now I Can't live it down. There are times I should have turned the other cheek and turned my head, now I can't live it dowhown. And though your shoes may never follow down the same road that I tread, at least they're on the ground, and so forgive me if a small dose of the anger I express may have knocked you from your cloud But I'm not a liar. I'm always fishin', justa fishin' for some truth to all this mess, hut It can't be found Instead of wishin', justa wishin' for all the very best, this time around And from a rooftop on some building after all your fog has lifted you may well go look around, but if what you're searchin' for is another chance at all the things we missed then you better live it down. 'Cause I'm not a liar.

Yes, I'm glad you made it,
'cause I got a lot to say about a little country in the water.
See, they're not so happy on an island in the Caribbean.
The folks, their luck has all run out
and they're drownin' all the opposition.
Travel down this road to the port of Miami,
they're turning them away every day.
And look who's sitting on that city commission,
well they came here not long ago.
And It's the thoughts that cover up a 'weak heart
and that marks a shallow soul.
The front that blocks off the sight of the spectrum of life
tries to polarize the whole...
I guess I'll never know...
If we all came over on a boat,

Fun like this could only be happening here,
my head on the TV set and my mouth on a beer.
Loneliness then death, wohohowowo...
and I don't care if you're three or you're thirty-three,
I don't care if you're nine or you're ninety-nine,
I don't care if you got a Car,
you can't go far enough, you gotta have friends.
Girl, girl, girl, all alone, tried to get out
but they dragged you back home,
and when I say dragged I mean dragged,
she kicked and fought and she spit out blood.
And now she's all alone and she's all lucked up,
wohow~o loneliness then death.
And now isn't that the way it is,
when you get your head above water,
someone pisses on your head and kicks you back under.
Oh wohoha hahahaha nanana.
Aunt Mary's all alone, Uncle Walt died and left her alone
and now she plays dead,
get up babe, go out and bust heads and reach it.
Go out with Grandma and hit Chippendale's,
throw out his old Dego shit and his liquor bar,
ride the Himalaya, it's a trip,
five flips you always wished you could take,
and as you turn down through the corkscrew,
turn your hands into your hair,
to where your bare scalp starts to regrow slowly
as your lungs tank full of air,
and as you ratchet your way to the top of the climb
take a long needed look into the distance,

Little green men coming out of paint cans,
Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,
it's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,
play it over the pit and dig up more of that green shit,
and trade it with the Russians, who are traditionally hated,
you can imagine that after a few years
that you'd run out of things to say,
and I'll be here every day.
Phospho~Gypsum, Radon-222,
the daughters watch over you,
on a transformer four stories high it walks like a cripple
and turns on its base,
diggin' up that Dicalcium Phosphate.
Travel the blacktop
and you won't have far to go to find an alien civilization,
a creature from a creation that's from outer space.
Sixty foot high for miles around;
one million tons of Phospho~Gypsum tailings rise to the sky.
Nearly half the world's fertilizer once lay beneath the overburden;
it got taken off this sandbar,
and now there's something that's left behind.
Hey, this place is a mess!
'what are you takin' about?
I'll clean it up later.
No, that's not the way it is at all, I'm not a miner I don't care,
man, that's pant of the system, I'm punk,
but who's gonna indict the Wall Street Journal, just me and Bob Ray,
it's just part of the system here on the surface of the planet
and the day has come when there's only work left
There's unlimited sunshine in a bottle of Tropicana,
with his friends and his 'Spooky Tooth' 8-track flipped upside down,
drivin' in his Mercury Monterey down to Lithia Springs,
saying that if we could take the tailings,
and build a building for the New York Stork Exchange,
then we could tell everyone about
how we live in a state that digs Radon by the ton
and you'll be loved by everyone,
and the government will give us a Superfund,

The middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,
middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,
there's a middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,
don't know where he comes from,
he's kinda like pac- man,
he runs through the streets of,
running through the streets of Babylon,
rasta guy, middle-aged rasta jogger guy,
middle-aged rasta guy,
middle-aged rasta jogger guy holding his hands high
and he's jogging around gainesville
holding his hands up high jogging around gainesville,
run run, rasta guy, middle-aged rasta jogger guy,
middle-aged rasta guy,
middle-aged rasta jogger guy holding his hands high
and he's jogging around gainesville
holding his hands up high jogging around gainesville, rasta guy,
middle-aged rasta jogger guy, middle-aged rasta guy,

Hello Boys and Girls this is Allastaire COokie
Welcome to Monsterpiece Theatre
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Wanna hear a little story? About the war and the glory
of one big ugly family?
Living in a bell tower that's full to capacity?
See there's this batman and he's got no skeleton and he's got five shadows and they're pinning him to the ground.
self-loathing shadows and their pinning him....to the ground
and now I've got Facial Discobedience x2
His sister's out there for revenge she got hurt once now she's gotta hurt again, doesn't even want to do it and, she hates herself for doing it and she wonders why she wonders why the siren wonders why
She has to transfer the sh-t some moron gave to her, she flies from one set of shoulders to the next, she can feel the grip of the handle where the knife ends...on her neck.
and now I've got facial disobedience x2
Bells are ringing, the bats are screaming, its open season, up in the belltower and in my head and everywhere
And that's the story, of the war and the glory, sign up for your death so you can march unto the lead and try to hold onto your head until you die.
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