1. State of the World

Alien worshipers clone dead babies
a dog's thrown off a balcony
two strangers save a burning man
and cancer patients are arrested for getting high

CHORUS:
Such is the state of the world today
moving forward, moving backward
such is the state of the world today
world without end
such is the state of the world today
ever faster
such is the state of the world today
sliding into the future

Blue ice crashes through the roof of a building
four girls caught in cross fire in London
in Gainsville, a shrunken head collection for sale
and bigfoot's father is dead

CHORUS

Old ladies befriend robot dogs
a hit and run driver takes a dead pedestrian home
John Crighton's lost in space
me I'm sittin' here watching it all and gettin' high

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2. Millennium Dance

So the 21st century started out bad
well get happy, get happy
it's the punch for our judy, it's some cusser's last stand
let's crash the ruling party it's the end of the world for you

So the 21st century's gotten way outa hand
well get happy, get happy
it plays well on the tube, all the real world we can stand
I bought a new TV to watch the end of the world with you

So the 21st century's going real bad
well get happy, get happy
our lives and our dreams are just the world's passing fad
so write the fucking future it's the end of this world for you

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3. Death and Gasoline

Ray stole radios from small airplanes down in Texas
sold them in South America for a time
He brought back cocaine in small figurines of Jesus
did alot of lines on the side

CHORUS:
When your moment comes
you better be ready to ride
and when that moment comes...

Then things got hot and Ray decided it was time to travel
he'd give the middle east a try

Ray first met Robert in a coffee house in Cairo
shared a lump of hash on the side
Bob made his first kill as a child soldier in Uganda
he had alot on his mind

CHORUS

Bob had a toke, savoured the smoke and
laughed at Ray and told him
the crazy shit he had in mind

"There's this loudmouth christian preacher
flying diamonds out of Zaire
I'd like to take him for a ride
we could snatch his rocks and his fake Kimberly certificates
and I could sell 'em in a heartbeat
take his guns and plan besides (you're a pilot, right?)"

Ray radioed this missionary they'd heard of in
Congo who spoke Navajo and she said, in Navajo
"I can take you to that big metal bird, but you gotta get me
a fake passport, an international driver's license,
a small lead box painted camouflage, and, oh yeah,
get me the hell out of here and up to
Niger when this is all over."
So thirteen days later Ray and Bob drove a stolen
Land Rover into Kinshasa
to meet up with the scrawny, bald, "missionary" Liz

When Liz jumped in Ray noticed that she had a tatoo --
a swastika on her thigh...Ray wondered
what is this skinhead nazi pseudo-missionary
doing in Africa on this ride

CHORUS

They found the plane it looked deserted
things seemed way too quiet
Bob and Ray ran inside

There were no stinking diamonds on that plane
only the smell of death and gasoline.
Liz blocked the door, torched the bird
hot wired the rover and tore off with a twisted laugh
as Bob and Ray screamed inside the burning plane.
Liz had the diamonds in her backpack,
drool ran down her chin

Liz was spotted tearing out of Abu Dhabi
headed up the road to Dubai
driving a '67 Caddy Eldorado
a suitcase nuke by her side

CHORUS

She prayed to Jesus chugged a beer
and gunned the engine
and then, that girl went for a ride
yeah she went for a ride
a twisted unholy ride

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4. Fine Nails

It's not a problem
it's just that I catch fire from things at times.
From friction when our worlds collide
from lightning when we tumble side by side.
We've burned our illusions
but I keep stumbling forward every day
one foot leads the other
that's my reality.

CHORUS: Turn on the machine
Turn on the machine
Turn on the machine

Doing what I need to,
or think I need to seems to get me by.
Then in some dark bar
I'll flash on something lost and crush a sigh.
You've burned my illusions
but I keep moving forward every day.
Touched by a demon
let's pay the bill, and get out of here.

CHORUS

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5. Get Lost

I get lost in the glow of the TV
counting all the subtle ways they deceive.
I grow numb, as those who wanna control us
push us backward let's push forward again
oh yeah, moving backward moving forward again

I get sick of politicians and preachers
and the way they try to play on our fears.
Go away, I don't need your distortions
you push backward I push forward again
oh yeah, moving backward moving forward again

I feel lost, beaten down by religion
beaten up by those who pray on our fears
Tear it down, all their fears and religion
send them backward move us forward again
oh yeah, moving backward moving forward again

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6. Amnesia

Listen to me, and I'll tell you something
'bout people with something to say
I've got no big problem with their need to be loved
but you know sometimes they just get in my face

I know you like it like this
so forceful and yet so unkind
keep talking at me
my mind's blind

I can't remember my name
I can't remember my name
It always happens to me when I've been thinking too much
you know, I can't remember my name

Listen to me, and I'll tell you something
well, I've got nothing to say
yeah, I've got nothing to say
I've got nothing...

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7. Mad Times on the Third Planet

We touch down in our silver ships
suit up and jump out real fast.
Dressed in our shades and Hawaiian shirts, hey,
we're on vacation at last.
Blending in with you earthlings you know
having dumb fun with you's such a blast

Every morning it's angel dust
sniffed on the stairs.
Every evening it's mindless lust
with the waitress downstairs.

We've come across the universe, from outa your world
to have some dumb fun on this planet earth.
We're picking fights, seeing sights
we bug your dogs late at night
and we're having a real mad time

We've tried your native drugs,
bought tacky souvenirs
of our glorious stay on your planet Earth
we'll have a lot more fun before we're outa here
'cause we're having a real mad time

We'll scoop you up for a mystery trip and
probe you just for a laugh.
Then we'll slice up a cow or two, hey,
it's a thrill and a half.
We'll chug ammonia in some discount store and
paralyze half the staff

Every morning it's angel dust
sniffed on the stairs.
Every evening it's bareback lust
with the waitress downstairs.

We've come across the universe, from outa your world
to have some dumb fun on this planet earth.
We're picking fights, seeing sights
we bug your dogs late at night
and we're having a real mad time

We've tried your native gods,
bought tacky souvenirs
of our glorious stay on your planet Earth
we'll have a lot more fun before we're outa here
'cause we're having a real mad time

Every morning it's angel dust
sniffed on the stairs.
Every evening it's guiltless lust
with the waitress downstairs.

We've come across the universe, from outa your world
to have some dumb fun on this planet earth.
We're picking fights, seeing sights
we bug your dogs late at night
and we're having a real mad time

We've probed your native girls,
bought tacky souvenirs
of our glorious stay on your planet Earth
we've had a lot more fun but now we're outa here
but we had a real mad time
yeah we sure had a real mad time
we had areal mad time

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