We Watched The Sun Go Supernova

by Disposable Thumbs

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released November 4, 2005

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Track Name: Grey Is The Matter
I've got a damaged frontal lobe
I wonder if I'm dumber
My head is swollen like a globe
I'll stay indoors this summer

This mind of mine is aching
And some would say diseased
They say grey is the matter

What happened to the fontanelle?
I guess it must have hardened
I'm suffocating in this shell
This is a private party

It doesn't matter now
I'm sharpening my claws
The band-aids and the gauze
They do me no good

What shade of grey?
I've got to know
Help me forget about it
Or drill a hole right through my skull
I feel a little crowded
Track Name: Soap Lady
Act like a lady
Clean up this town
Or rue the day
They pulled you up
From underground
And send me letters
Sealed with grave wax
Bodies and headers
All with perfect syntax

This interaction disintegrates
That plastic casket
Doesn't make your hair look so great
So wash my mouth out
These dirty words
Pull all the stops out
Move you to the suburbs

Keep it clean

Bury me damply
Somewhere nearby
And maybe one day
I'll saponify
Track Name: Welcome To Guyana
Hey, what's your poison?
This one tastes a lot like fruit
But, we've got so much to do
So little time
Display your passion
Look at me
I'll drink it, too
And know that I'll be watching you
So, take your time

Right down the hatch
This one's a cinch
Don't lose your lunch now, baby

You can never go home

Hey, this is my town
That's why I named it after me
We'll call it Jonestown 'til we flee
Or take our lives
Hey, this is our town
Just have your checks made out to me
And think how happy we will be
Until we die

You'll meet your match
Or my syringe
Tonight we'll sing in shady tongues
We'll forget everyone
We'll greet the ladies
And kill their babies
The only thing I ask of you is...
Track Name: Kindest Kind Of Thief
Don't want no bloodbath, baby
Don't need no killing spree
I'm just in the mood for
A little bit of armed robbery

We'll burn the mortgage papers
We'll set the redneck free
Make one false move and I'll shoot you

They won't convict me, honey
My only crime is charity
I'll make you famous
I'm the kindest kind if thief

Have you met my old lady?
We make a splendid team
Twenty itchy fingers waiting
We don't hate 'em
But, we'll shoot 'em
If they get in our way

Look ma, your son's so undumb
I earned the surname Wisdom
I'm a good boy
Still, I'll shoot you
Wish it weren't true
But, I'll even shoot you
If you get in my way
Track Name: Heavens To Betsy
I woke up in a vacuum
Not a cleaner
But, one that's full of stars
If I could breathe I'd scream your name
But, you wouldn't hear me anyway
There's no sound in a vacuum

I wish I may
I wish I might
That tomorrow might I see you
But, I must admit
That it always comes to this

I'm second place
In the race for space

It goes
Heavens to Betsy
Track Name: Girl On Fire
Yeah, she's so hip
She doused herself in kerosene
And with a bang
Exploded on the fashion scene

And every second she's on TV
She keeps giving me the third degree
Unexpendable trend
She's breaking all the rules
Then it goes like this...

All hail the girl on fire
C'mon, c'mon
Flame on, flame on
I'll be true to you

And it's so hard to find
The flame retardant clothes
And she leaves carbon traces
Everywhere she goes

Bewitching scent of burning flesh
I hope she never extinguishes
What a rad fad
She's so hot she's cool
Then it goes like this...