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Insomniac

1 Armatage Shanks
2 Brat
3 Stuck with me
4 Geek Stink Breath
5 No Pride
6 Bab's Uvula Who?
7 86
8 Panic Song
9 Stuart and the Ave.
10 Brain Stew
11 Jaded
12 Westbound Sign
13 Tight Wad Hill
14 Walking Contradition

Armatage Shanks

Stranded
Lost inside myself
My own worst friend and my own closest enemy
Branded
Maladjusted
Never trusted anyone, let alone myself

I must insist on being a pessimist
I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind

Elected
The rejected
I perfected the science of idiot
No meaning
No healing
Self-loathing freak and introverted deviot

Say whatever

Stranded
Lost inside myself
My own worst friend and my own closest enemy
Elected
The rejected
I perfected the science of the idiot

Brat

Mom and dad don't look so hot these days
They're getting over the hill

Death is closing in and catching up
As far as I can tell
Got a plan of action and cold blood
And it smells of defiance
I just wait for mom and dad to die
And get my inheritance

Well, I want more
'Cause I'm getting bored
And I'm going nowhere fast
I was once filled with doubt
Now it's all figured out
Well, nothing good can last

Crow's feet and rot are setting in
And time is running out
My parent's income interest rate
Is getting higher clout
I'm a snot-nosed slob without a job
And I know I damn well should
Mom and dad don't look so hot these days
But my future's looking good

Stuck With Me

I'm not part of your elite
I'm just alright
Class structure waving colors
Bleeding from my throat
Not subservient to you
I'm just alright
Down classed by the powers that be
Give me loss of hope

Cast out...buried in a hole
Struck down...forcing me to fall
Destroyed...giving up the fight
I know I'm not alright

What's the price and will you pay it
If it's alright?
Take it from my dignity
Waste until it's dead
Throw me back into the gutter
'Cause it's alright
Find out another pleasure fucker
Drag them down to hell

Geek Stink Breath

I'm on a mission
I made my decision
To lead a path of self distruction
A slow progression
Killing my complexion
And it's rotting out of my teeth

I'm on a roll
With no self control
I'm blowing myself with
Methamphetamine
Don't know what I want
That's all thatI've got
And I'm picking scabs off my face

Every hour
My blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
I found a treasure
Filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thick white line

I'm on a mission
I got no decision
Like a cripple running the rat race
Wish in one hand
And shit in the other
And see which one gets filled first

Geek, stink, breath

No Pride

I'm just a mutt
And nowhere is my home
Where dignity's a land mine
In a school of loss hope
I've panhandled for a life
'Cause I'm not afraid to beg
Hand me your lost and founds of
Second hand regret

You better swallow your pride
Or you're gonna choke on it
You better digest your values
Because they turn to shit

Honor's gonna knock you down
Before your chance to stand up and fight
I know I'm not the one
I got no pride

Sects of disconnection
And traditions of lost faith
No culture's worth a stream of piss
Or a bullet in my face
To hell with unity
Separation's gonna kill us all
Torn to shreds and disjointed
Before the final fall

Bab's Uvula Who?

I've got a knack for fucking everything up
My temper flies and I get myself all wound up
My fuse is short and my blood pressure is high
I lose control and I get myself all wound up
Tention mounts and fly off the wall
I self-destruct and I get myself all wound up
Petulance and irritation set in
I throw a tantrum and I get myself all wound up

I hate myself and I'm all wound up
I hate myself and I'm all wound up
Loss of control and I'm all wound up
I lose myself and I'm all wound up

Chip in my shoulder and a leech on my back\
Stuck in a rut and I get myself all wound up
Killed my composure and it will never come back
Loss of control and I get myself all wound up
Blown out of proportion again
My temper snaps and I get myself all wound up
Spontaneous combustion and panick attack
I slipped a gear and I get myself all wound up

I hate myself and I'm all wound up
Loss of control and I'm all wound up
What can I say
I'm afraid
I'm all wound up

86

What brings you around
Did you lose something the last time you were here
You'll never find it now
It's buried deep with your identity

So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ass

There's no return from 86
Don't even try

Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket
And quickly take the last train out of town

Panic Song

Ready for a cheap escape
On the brink of self-destruction
Wide spread panic
Broken glass inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts of anguish
Mass confusion

Well, world is a sick machine
Breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with I don't care

There's a plague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothing's left
Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Limp with hate

I wanna jump out...

Stuart and the Ave.

Standing on a corner of Stuart and the avenue
Ripping up my transfer and my photograph of you
You are blur of my dead past and rotting existence
As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance

Well, destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before it might have made some sense
But now it's all fucked up

Season changes as well as mind and I'm a two-faced clown
You are mommy's little nightmare, driving daddy's car around
I'm beat down and half brain dead, the long lost king of fools
I maybe dumb but I'm not stupid enough to stay with you

We're all fucked up
You're all fucked up

Brain Stew

I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by, still I try
No rest for crosstops in my room
On my own, here we go

My eyes feel like they're going to bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry, my face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own, here we go

My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crocked spine, my sense is dulled
Passed the point of delirium
On my own, here we go

Jaded

Somebody keep my balance
I think I'm falling off
Into a state of regression
The expiration date
Rapidly coming up
It's leaving me behind to rank

Always move forward
Going "straight" will get you nowhere
There's no progress
Evolution's gonna kill us all
I found my place in nowhere

I'm taking one step sideways
Leading my clutch
Get a fucked up equilibrium
Count down from 9 to 5
Hooray! we're gonna die
Blessed into our extinction

Westbound Sign

Boxed up all her favorite things
Sold the rest at the rainy yard sale
Big plans and leaving friends and a westbound sign
Weighed out her choices on a scale
Prevaling nothing made sense
Just transportation and a blank decision
She's taking off

No time, no copping out
She's burning daylight and petrol
Black out the mirror heading west ward on
Strung out on confusion road
And 10 minutes nervous break downs
Xanax a beer for thought
And she's determined
She's taking off

Is this salvation
Or an escape from discontent
Will she find her name
In the California cement?
Punched out of the grind
That punched her one too many times
Is tragedy 2,000 miles away?

She's taking off

Tight Wad Hill

Cheapskate on the hill
A thrill seeker making deals
Suger city urchin wasting time
Town of lunatics
Begging for another fix
Turning tricks for speedballs one more night

Making your rounds once again
Turning and empty handed
Bumming a ride
Burning day light
Last up at down
Tight Wad Hill

Drugstore hooligan
Another white trash mannequin
On display to rot up on the hill
Living out a lie
But having the time of his life
Hating every minute of his existence

Walking Contradiction

Do as I say not as I do because
The shit so deep, you can't run away
I beg to differ on the contrary
I agree with every word that you say
Talk is cheap and lies are expensive
My wallet is fat and so is my head
Hit and run and now I'll hit you again
I'm a smart ass but I'm playing dumb

Standard's set and broken all the time
Control the chaos behind the gun
Call it as I see it even if
I was born deaf, blind, and dumb
Loser's winning big on the lottery
Rehab rejects still sniffing glue
Constant refutation with myself
I'm a victim of catch 22

I have no belief
But I believe
I'm a walking contradiction
And I ain't got no right

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