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    I Want To Conquer The World

    Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand,
    Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying.
    Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion,
    Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation.
    Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure,
    Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
    Hey Mother Mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
    Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?
    And I want to conquer the world,
    Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
    Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
    Promote equality in all my decisions
    With a quick wink of the eye
    And a "God you must be joking!"
    Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations,
    Did you see the children cry when you left them at the station?
    Hey moral soldier you've got righteous proclamation,
    And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.
    And I want to conquer the world,
    Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
    Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
    Promote equality in all of my decisions
    I want to conquer the world,
    Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
    I'll do away with air pollution and then all save the whales,
    We'll have peace on earth and global communion.
    I want to conquer the world! [x4]

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    Sanity

    There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken.
    The face is blank but the gears are turning.
    Confusion is a fundamental state of mind.
    It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out.
    I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt
    And sanity is a full-time job
    In a world that is always changing,
    And sanity is a state of mind
    That you believe in, sanity.
    There's a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling.
    My body's moving forward but my mind is reeling.
    Depression is a fundamental state of mind.
    It doesn't really matter how my day has turned out.
    I always end up living in this world of doubt
    And sanity is a full-time job
    In a world that is always changing,
    And sanity will make you strong
    If you believe in sanity.
    And sanity is a full-time job
    In a world that is always changing,
    And sanity is a state of mind
    That you believe in, sanity.

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    Henchman

    Stranded
    In a life in which your struggle for acceptance
    Is a never-ending chore,
    Upbraided
    For your actions past and present and rewarded for the ideas
    Of the future's bright open door.
    The henchman
    Is the human analogue of the suffering multitudes
    Who like good dogs sit and lick for their reward.
    So what good advice have I got for you
    To insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate?
    Don't be a henchman,
    Stand on your laurels,
    Do what no one else does and praise the good of other men
    For good man's sake.
    And when everyone else in the world follows your lead
    (Although a cold day in hell it will surely be)
    That's when the entire world shall live in harmony.

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    It Must Look Pretty Appealing

    The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine,
    As is dinner with your loved ones every day.
    But your routine is changeless through the decades of your life,
    Green pastures, open spaces, holy ways.
    And it must looks pretty appealing,
    The crowded festive nights
    And the millions of others just like you.
    Yeah it must look pretty appealing,
    This other world of sin.
    We keep dreaming of what other people do.
    The person sitting next to you is dismal and deranged
    On the bus ride home from work to end your day.
    And the food on your table is more plastic than protein,
    And your intellect depends on your TV.
    And it must look pretty appealing
    The pastoral retreat,
    And the few pleasant people just like you.
    Yeah it must look pretty appealing,
    The simple way of life.
    We keep dreaming of what other people do.
    But we never do what other people do.
    You're too scared of other people not like you.

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    It Must Look Pretty Appealing

    The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine,
    As is dinner with your loved ones every day.
    But your routine is changeless through the decades of your life,
    Green pastures, open spaces, holy ways.
    And it must looks pretty appealing,
    The crowded festive nights
    And the millions of others just like you.
    Yeah it must look pretty appealing,
    This other world of sin.
    We keep dreaming of what other people do.
    The person sitting next to you is dismal and deranged
    On the bus ride home from work to end your day.
    And the food on your table is more plastic than protein,
    And your intellect depends on your TV.
    And it must look pretty appealing
    The pastoral retreat,
    And the few pleasant people just like you.
    Yeah it must look pretty appealing,
    The simple way of life.
    We keep dreaming of what other people do.
    But we never do what other people do.
    You're too scared of other people not like you.

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    You

    There's a place where everyone can be happy.
    It's the most beautiful place in the whole ******* world.
    It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains,
    And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls,
    And you know I wish that I could got there.
    It's a road that I have not found.
    And I wish you the best of luck, dear.
    Drop a card or letter to my side of town.
    Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
    But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
    You... painted my entire world.
    But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
    And I won't forget it.
    There's a place where everyone can be right,
    Even though you remain determined to be opposed.
    Admittance requires no qualifications:
    It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes.
    So please try not to be impatient,
    For we all hate standing in line.
    And when the farm is good and bought, you'll be there without a thought,
    And eternity, my friend, is a long ******* time.
    Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
    But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
    You... painted my entire world.
    But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled.
    And I won't forget it.

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    Progress

    And progress is not intelligently planned;
    It's the facade of our heritage, the odor of our land. They speak of
    Progress, in red, white and blue.
    It's the structure of the future as demise comes seething through. It's
    Progress, 'til there's nothing left to gain,
    As the dearth of new ideas makes us wallow in our shame.
    So before you go contribute more
    To the destruction of this world you adore,
    Remember life on Earth is but a flash of dawn
    We're all part of it as the day rolls on.
    And progress is a message that we send.
    One step closer to the future, one inch closer to the end. I say
    That progress is a synonym of time.
    We are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine,
    And progress is a debt we all must pay.
    Its convenience we all cherish, its pollution we disdain
    And the cutting edge is dulling,
    Too many folks to plow through.
    Just keep your ******* distance
    And it can't include you.
    It's
    Progress, 'til there's nothing left to gain, it's
    Progress, it's a message that we send.
    And progress is a debt we all must pay.

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    I Want Something More

    Going through a world of sad debris,
    Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership:
    The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
    The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision.
    But I want something more.
    Racing through a life of tragic wastage,
    I experience the loss of trust and innocence.
    The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
    As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision.
    But I want something...
    More.

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    Anxiety

    It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day,
    It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay,
    It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment,
    It's a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion:
    Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
    Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain.
    Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man.
    Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you can.
    The caste of coffee achievers didn't perform like they planned.
    The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan.
    So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep;
    Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception.
    Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
    Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain.
    Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man.
    Foundation of society, anxiety. Suppress it if you can.
    What are we angry for?
    We all need a common cure.
    That common goal for which you strive:
    To have more than the other (have more than the other) guy.
    The quest for truth, the quest for gold, yeah, we end up all the same
    The common lie, the righteous cry, we end up all the same.
    The angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same.
    The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to
    Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain,
    Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain.
    Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man.
    Foundation of society, anxiety.

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    Billy

    I can recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah:
    The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade,
    And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind.
    It moved him secretly. It moved him powerfully.
    But prescience was lacking and the present was not all
    And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted.
    And challenging life with the abandon of a fool,
    He squandered the hours of his day.
    Then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, yeah.
    It hit him like a friend, struck something deep within.
    He couldn't break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him
    Just like a fatal tie toward the other side.
    And Billy was a lunatic, just barking at the moon,
    And his brain was totally wasted.
    He then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon
    And he threw his future away.
    Bolt the door and throw away the key.
    Your dim reflection is all that you can see.
    So where is the justice when no one is at fault
    And a human life is tragically wasted?
    How fragile is the flame that burns within us all
    To light each passing day?

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