they would steal your eyes out of your head if they possibly could


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One Nation Under God

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“The Jews are wretched creatures.
I never saw in my life such a set of miserable looking people,
and they would steal your eyes out of your head if they possibly could.”
~ John Quincy Adams

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Flagpole Sitta
~ Harvey Danger ~

lyrics:

I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me

Fingertips have memories, mine can’t forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see
Who salute but no one ever does

But I’m not sick
But I’m not well
And I’m so hot
‘Cause I’m in hell

Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don’t even own a TV

Put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I’m an amputee
Goddamn you

But I’m not sick
But I’m not well
And I’m so hot
‘Cause I’m in hell

But I’m not sick
But I’m not well
And it’s a sin
To live so well

I wanna publish zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine

The trivial sublime
I’d like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind, mind

Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody’s coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I’m running underground with the moles (digging holes)

Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God, it sounds like they’re snoring
But if you’re bored then you’re boring
The agony and the irony, they’re killing me (uh-ooh)

But I’m not sick
But I’m not well
And I’m so hot
‘Cause I’m in hell

But I’m not sick
But I’m not well
And it’s a sin
To live this well
One, two, three, four

Written by: Jeff Lin, Evan Sult, Sean Nelson, Aaron Huffman
Album: Where Have All The Merrymakers Gone?
Released: 1998

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