I must thank you for so much lavish attention
For beating me so senseless with affection
So all this time I've been screaming for nothing
Well you can show me a picture of that, still I don't believe it

It's [rough?] that I can't deal
Though I know it's my own [pill?]
I say these things, but I can't say them really

What's this thing you've dragged from the bottom of the can
With all the plastic bags, bottles, and magazines
It's bluish and blurry at the edges
It twists something inside of me
Push that button of the camera, take a piece of me

It's [rough?] that I can't deal
Though I know it's my own [pill?]
I say these things, but I can't say them really

Wheeze and cough, try to sing
Wheeze and cough, attempt to sing
I say these things, but I can't say them to you

Gutter:

People can't imagine what goes on up here
They think it's all [scrub brush and deer?!]
Some things keep their color all the time
Winter can't kill what's mine

And the gutters are full
And the gutters are full

And my feet stay dry
And my feet stay dry

[again]

Now I see why you say the core of this city is green
Now I see what you mean, and I see what you meant
[When you showed the frame to be bent?]

[chorus]

Naked Pilseners:

Old man in a green sweater, leaned over the bridge rail
And I worship this weather, after so much grey
And the violent swell in my head
We lie in the sun, by the stinking pond, with our scales turning red

This is the land of half finished roads and cheap glass jewelry
We make that stuff you drink too much of
So take some home with a picture for your friends
Can you tell me where this road
Can you tell me where this road ends?

We are past the point of caring what we wear
And what you think of it
Floor of the grove of trees gets raked on time
This place, it has been drained; the clock wound down
And no one could stop it
We jump in and out of the time machine
As if we own it, as if we know better
As if we know better

[CHORUS]

The sign at the fork in the road said straight on

Tree Killer:

Let's tear up all of your notebooks
You remember you're favorite parts anyway
Stop looking over my shoulder
I'm running out of stupid things to say

I'm a tree killer

[?]
[?] and nobody [?]
[?]
A whole room and nobody [?]

I'm a tree killer

Creep Around:

Stretched out on the carpet, stretched out on the floor
Stretched out on the bed of the decade
Wondering if it would have happened before, happened before

Creeping around smashing the windows in the middle of the night
Creeping around smashing the windows in the middle of the night

[Mad?] magazines and games
Standard lines
Twisted logic gets me through each time
Cold and riding home, my lamp goes out last and alone
Lamp goes out

[CHORUS]

I only cut myself this time
There'll be other
There'll be other
There'll be other times

Silver Screw:

Bed that kills my spine
Meet the book the drags out the time
All of this foul, dirty shit
Let's make the worst of it

Pull the silver watch to the length of the chain
Wind the silver screw, check it again
I trace each letter of your sweet name
I'm no closer than before

How cranky can a screaming English speaker get?
When you shut that door again
We stifled this breeze just yet

[CHORUS]
I'm no closer to home than before

Stifle this breeze just yet
We'll [?]
Stifle this breeze just yet
[?]

Beer and Chocolate Bars:

Follow the feet of the hundred year old man
They follow that track and shake their pickaxe
I would not like to be them

Weaving [a loss? and lost?]
The language [you toss from the car?]
Yellow lights and [cars?]
Beer and chocolate bars

When all of the nerves you thought you'd lost come back
There's nothing to do about the burning, you just wait for it to pass
Impossibly romantic, the sea with no one
Through the static, the tape that sings love goes on

[CHORUS]

Had:

When you peel back some of the bruised petals
You can see at last
All of the steel and glass [you've ? for]

We have been had

If you can still [see? sing?]
All of the dust settles
Hold to your collapsing seat
I hope your heart is not brittle

We have been had

Memphis:

Sit in the little room [with?] the back of the stage
And read your comics
Sift through all the obscure comments and demands
Strangers who think they know
Strangers who think they deserve something

Well I wrote the address down and I think you're [hinted?]
But I won't let it frighten me

This club blows like any other
Why do you look so happy together
Fucking around
Too much beer in the parking lot for you

I've read these walls too many times
I can't think of another clever line

From a stranger who thinks they deserve something
Well I wrote the address down and I think you're [?]
But I won't let it frighten me

[AGAIN]

Reciever:

Lift the reciever
The plastic, the handle
This is familiar
The sound is the same
You sound exactly the same

Why Have You Come Back

Are your legs pitching out from under
Did you punch your fist right through
Is your drink spilling out all over
Have you had enough to do

Why'd you come back

Did your [?]
Like [your father wants it to?]
[?] beating down your door [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
I hope [?]

Why'd you come back

The Main Thing:

I've lost all my appetite
Drained my last stores of desire
I had to drink so much gasoline
Before I even catch on fire

This is the main thing, this is what I'm talking about
This is the main thing, this is what I'm talking about
Locking it out

Every word that comes comes dry
Weighs more than it should
Saw your fingers move away from me
I think that's good

[CHORUS]
Locking it out
This is the main thing I'm tired of talking about

Feel Better:

[I'll give anyone five bucks if they give me all the words to this song]

Josephine (originally by Magnetic Fields):

If I were Napoleon
You could be my Josephine
We could go to drive in films
In my red convertible

If I were Napoleon
We might be in magazines
I'd write some science fiction
Science fiction about you

You could be my Josephine
Jose- and your chaperone
Let you be my Josephine
Josephine

If I were Napoleon
You could be my lady love
Look into my softened eyes
And run your fingers through my hair

If I were Napoleon
You could be my turtle dove
Living out in Corsica
In out summer cottages

And you could be my Josephine
We could be siamese twins
Let you be my Josephine
Josephine