Irony Is A Dead Scene
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1. Hollywood Squares
2. Pig Latin
3. When Good Dogs Do Bad Things
4. Come To Daddy
 

Hollywood Squares

Game over, you win 
Game over, I win 

The sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing 
The memories are fleeting, a little game of (Paper, Scissors, Rock) 

The wedding bells are ringing, the shotgun is a-singing 
Now (?) your fingers steady, a little game of (Paper, Scissors, Rock) 

You are my lucky penny, my local anesthetic 
Ritual bloodletting, we play a game of (Paper, Scissors, Rock) 

A lion tamer yelling, your first piano lesson 
A four leaf contraceptive, we play a game of (Paper, Scissors, Rock) 

A sweaty palm reading, a lucky shot of whiskey 
Now come and rub my belly, a little game of (Paper, Scissors, Rock) 

O's and X's 
Hollywood squares 
X's and O's 
Bloody tic-tac-toe 

Not in your song 
I'm not your singer 
Not in your poem 
I'm not your Stanza 
I'm not a color in your rainbow 

But now which team 
Are you rooting for 

We're hollywood squares 
We're going nowhere 

I'm an X 
You're an O 

And this is the end 

The end
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Pig Latin

Do you remember where you were on that day 
A day of life sentences and x-rays 
My name was on the birthday cake 

[Chinga] 
Your mother, your father, your brother and the thing under the covers 
Your lover, the others, the leeches and the serpents and the suckers 
Your mother, you father, the babies and the nurses and the doctors 
Your lover, the others, the waiting room, the gurney and the druggers 
Your mother, your father, the comas and the way the spirits hover 
Your lover, the others, I thought I wasn't smart enough to suffer 

Speaking pig latin 
Kiss me goodnight 
Dreaming white satin 
Kiss me goodnight 

Freedom Freedom, tying your legs down 
Freedom Freedom, fucking your brains out 
Freedom Freedom, blowing the candle out 
Freedom Freedom, waving to the crowd 

And I hate long goodbyes anyway
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When Good Dogs Do Bad Things

I'm the best you'll ever have 
You're the best I'll ever have 

Pain... Gone 
Rain... Stop 
Sun... Shine 
You're... Mine 

Here kitty kitty kitty 

MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY 

Listen 
Listen through the walls 
The sound of quick footsteps sneaking down the hall 
Whispers 
The pages turning 
The leaky roof 
The toilet flushing 
Numbers on the license plate 

I'm nothing more then 
The best you'll ever have 
A speak on your bedroom wall 
A blood red waterfall 

The best you will ever have 

Your dead things are locked up inside 
Blow smoke rings straight back in time 
Roses floating out with the tide 
Dance and sing under gunfire 
Open wings slowly take flight 

Around these parts a fly can live 
A fly can live a thousand years 
But a man cannot die soon enough 
True enough 

A smiling drunk nursing a glass of milk 
A girl with a face like prison bread 
Over the kitchen noise I hear them howl at me 

A scabby ketchup bottle and a two dollar bill 
I guess it's time to pay the bill 
But you know I never will 
I'm hungry still 

Run away 
Run away 
Run away 
Run away 

Mercy killing on the way 
Never thought I'd hear you say 
Falling to your knees and pray now 

In this crowded place I could swing a cat 
And not even hit a soul 
It's just the lonely vacuum of human black holes 

And I'm as dry as these thirsty threes 
With big city thoughts in the dirty breeze 
Promising to set me free 
"Waiter, check please..." 

I'm the best you will ever have
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Come To Daddy

I want your soul 
I will eat your soul 
I want your soul 
I will eat your soul 
I want your soul 
I will eat your soul 
I want your soul 
I will eat your soul 

Come to daddy 
Come to daddy 
Come to daddy 
Come to daddy 
Come to daddy 
Come to daddy 
Come to daddy 
Come to daddy 

I want your soul 
I will eat your soul 
I want your soul 
I will eat your soul
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