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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)

Copyright 1997 Zach London

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
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
It doesn't mean a thing to me


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Copyright 1995 Zach London

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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
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
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.


Copyright 2003 Zach London

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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Copyright 1994 Zach London

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