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Florida

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You may think that your mother loves you.

Come now, really what did she ever do

She never died for your sins -

I don't see stake marks on her hands! (Stake marks...)

I don't see her giving mankind a second chance!

Only one guy's that chill, yeah.

You may think that your pastor is kind.

No, sir, look closer, look close and you will find.

I've never seen him

Turn water in to wine (fish into loaves...)

He helps the poor, sure, but he doesn't heal the blind.

Don't you forget it junior!

Florida, Jesus.

Jesus Florida.

(Jeff Bercovici - co-author, additional vocals)

Floorchester Central Fantasy

Eat too many cigarettes

You can't have kids and can't have pets

So let's not try, well, okay, let's

I'd hate to think we're shy.

Kids beware of me,

There's no one to take care of me

And hide me in the canopy

To keep me safe and dry

The whole world is free

And where's that gotten us

We still have to pretend we like their favorite jazz bands

Everyone on three, okay one, two, three

That's monotonous

Next time let's count by fives and use our hands

Floorchester Central fantasy

It doesn't mean a thing to me

Speaking of daily bread

The predators beneath the bed

Have creditors and kids unfed

So give the guys a break.

Hey, what fun is that

Your kids are dumb and one is fat,

The earth is round, the sun is flat

And one is on the take

The whole world is free

For counting chin-ups,

Me, I like to pretend I'm counting on the window.

Everyone on three, okay one, two, three

Hide the pin-ups

There's no way to tell who's watching from below

Floorchester Central fantasy

It doesn't mean a thing to me

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Flatness

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From "Forced to Breed in Captivity"

Agnostics sprout like branching nerves

The sheep insist the world has curves

The skeptic gets what he deserves

They tell me.

The quest for who knows what began

With a yellow lab and a gray sedan

We're better off without a plan

Believe me

The flat world can't hide her flatness

Something must limit her great sprawl

From the threshold of the atlas

Through the vast perimeter we'll fall

Ah, ah

Where the night sun plummets in the west

Ah, ah

Oblivion, thy face is manifest.

At seven days the engine stalled

For seven more we walked or crawled

Until we felt the vacuum all around us

Out on the outcrop we crept

We sat for hours before we leapt

Dangling our legs we laughed and wept

Like children

The flat world can't hide her flatness

Something must limit her great sprawl

From the threshold of the atlas

Through the vast perimeter we'll fall

Ah, ah

Where the night sun plummets in the west

Ah, ah

Oblivion, thy face is manifest.

Fizzlewinch (The Measure of a Spy)

Picking through security with the disk cache

A little whiff of this will keep the dogs at bay

Passports, passcards, passwords, all pass

I'm Fizzlewinch the needle and the world's my hay

Hey hey

The political battering ram's the skeleton key of the exiled son

But I'm much too discreet

To dump my garbage in the street

For anyone

Some agents spell reconnaissance with the flashcard inch

But gilded egos glittering make the cameras flinch

Crack surveilance systems thats a cinch

But everything is simple when you're...

Fizzlewinch they say you'll get the princess if you stay in line

But I will not be pacified 'til all the world is classified and mine

Mind the watch and they won't protest

Scratch the notch and erase the rest

The slaying of giants cut down to a science possessed

So bask in your technology as the new frontier

The glass is always greener in the one way mirror

'Cause the measure of a spy's

In proportion to the eyes who've seen his face

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Florida

Floorchester Central Fantasy

Flatness

Fizzlewinch (The Measure of a Spy)

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