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Accelerator
You
never thought you'd be so cool I
always thought Accelerator How
come you always want to lose Now
you hide your make-up Music & Lyrics by Steven Gullett Copyright 2001 THE MYSTERY ADDICTS * ALL TRAMPED UP * All
the jack-eyed saints are parading like devils in drag The
priests of the invisible got tough I'll
breed revenge with sweet success All tramped up Another
low- key peacock struutin' out It
jades your walk and trumps your hope All
tramped up - like they told ya man Music & Lyricsby Steven Gullett & Jamy Holliday * ANNIVERSARY * Hey
hey now super junkie! It's time for your anniversary Here
we go goin' downtown again So
I see you're back out on the streets Feels
like an anniversary Here
we go for round number three Here
we go feelin' downtown again Music by Jamy Holliday * ANOREXIC TEENAGE SEX GODS * Scars
invoke feigned sympathy You'll
never feel the way we do Teenage
anorexic sex gods So
join the club of the prominent trash Teenage
anorexic sex gods Its
way past fashion it's a state of mind L'andrew,
t. Rex & hanoi rocks Music by S. Gullett & G. Bradley * BLACK STRAWBERRY * Sidestep
the queen of drama like an open sore Drags
you underwater and spits you on the shore Cool
black strawberry i'm yours, don't terrify her Circus
judge you'd tag us the unpopular ones So
i bash out one more song and chip the boredom to the floor Cool
black strawberry galore, so the lemmings gather It's nothing you expect and less... * BLASTED * This
time the truth is so obscene The
sun shines bright, the sheet's aren't clean It's
simple now not complicated Excuse
me while I nurse my head You
babble on into your glass They
ring the bell when moonlight calls It's
simple now not complicated Excuse
me while I nurse my head You'd
think by now we'd all know better * BYE, BYE * Lights
flash to the burnin' out in an inspiration hole Standin'
dry on a guilty high with a bad taste on my lips And
it's - bye bye don't try ta make me Trampfest
is taste d'jour in the broken hearts café Standin'
dry on a guilty high with a bad taste on your lips Trampfest
is taste d'jour in the broken hearts café And
it's - bye bye don't try ta make me Empty
bottles make the best of friends, it's true Music by J. Holliday & S. Gullett * DEAD GLAMOROUS * Another worthless circus and i'm on the line So
you think you got me figured out If
you come on strong enough Fucked
up dead glamorous Yeah,
i'm headed to room 516 Tinseltown
is dusking out Living
the illusion - are you dead inside? So
dead, so dead, fucked up dead glamorous * DIME STORE AMOUR * I've
got fidelity fouls and cheap thrill default SUCKERPUCHED
BY SUNRISE IN MY EYES HALLUCINATING
TROPHIES WITH MY WALK IF
I COULD GET ANOTHER CHANCE THEY
SAY IT'S EASY, DO YOU BELIEVE IT? EASIER TO LIE KNOCKIN'
BACK BRAVADO LIKE IT'S TRUE PROMISES
LIKE TOMBSTONES LEFT BEHIND IF
I COULD GET ANOTHER CHANCE THEY
SAY IT'S EASY, DO YOU BELIEVE IT? EASIER TO LIE * EXPIRE * Could've
been another name Music
by S. Gullett & The Mystery Addicts * FASTER DISASTER * Everybody
get gone I'm
a sucker for lightning Lame
cartoon superfall A
faster disaster Imitate
our idols I'm
a hypocrite's hero Music by D. Williamson & S. GullettBACK TO TOP * FLASH 'N' BRUISE * Yes
you do
Yes you do Flash 'n' bruise Cut
the throttle and take my hand Grabbin'
razors for your exit grand Let's
talk about suicide Blame
the bottle and lines you had Come
tomorrow 'bout six a.m. Let's
talk about poison brides You
can take or leave me, but i won't go down easy Music by S. Gullett & The Mystery AddictsBACK TO TOP * GIMME LIFE * Nothing is fun when it gets predictable So I broke some skin surrendering cause it's all I've ever known All I know We're so unknown Crowds still alone We're through with love Soul frustration's cheap tattoo runs up my arm Such a sweet sweet sickness is, this sickness all we know Is it all we know? We're so unknown Crowds still alone We're through with love We're out of style Stars in exile Gotta gotta gotta gimme life I'm done with mousetrap etiquette Those bogus shows all laced with sex Everyone vying for a piece of your attention Take a shot of Babylon your season in hell has just begun And nothing is fun when it gets predictable Won't you give me, gimme life Tastes like numbness built for strife I've had the sickness all my life I'm so bored and they're so dull I know I've seen this scene before Music by S. Gullett & E. PurtleBACK TO TOP * GODLESS * First comes the strain then the shame of the shot It's more like everything and less like god I'm not saying I believe in him I'm godless like the rest of us, so cool within Holding stars and crosses in the palm of my hand Making all the impact of a temporary wind If you hate me in the morning You better hate me all the time Don't you take me before I'm finished Cries the undersigned First comes the strain Then a blinding flash of fate I'm godless 'til the bitterness is faced around So come on where are you I'll take your dotted line It's a prayer for immortality now get in line I'm not saying I believe in it I'm godless like the best of us so cool within If you keep me every evening Then I'll probably be back From this fickle personality You want a promise you won't get Sleeping with the hanged man In a faithless bed It's more like everything and less like god Head full of losers and the traits to back it up Head full of ambition and the past to tie it off * HANGING THE JESTER * Who's happiness am I pleasing? Will charading slow? I'm your puppet power thrown And it won't be easy for me to keep on track I keep on slip-slip-slippin' back As unwanted as an orphan is I'm your done-up make-up king hock star With a borrowed chance So sell me powdered wisdom, bankroll the ego well Orgasmic punch of overrated stale & studied trails I don't know just what to say * I NEED SOME NOISE * SO
TONIGHT I NEED SOME NOISE
NEED
SOME * IMITATION ROSES * Vision
stings and halos break Imitation roses x4 Gender
bent since the day I was born Won't you, won't you go away Oh
no, I'm not lost Lost
on the way to perpetual bliss Vision
stings and halos break Love
the band when someone dies There's no beauty it's all lies, imitation roses
ALL
THE LIPSTICK MADE-UP FIENDS, PRANCIN' 'ROUND LIKE A HUMAN BEINGS ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT HANGIN'
OUT WIT YER NUMBER 1 SMILE AND NOD JUST LIKE YOUR HAVIN' FUN ALL
RIGHT LIPSTICK AND A WHISKEY * NEVER GONNA LIVE FOREVER * I've
got my weakness on display Chances
come up short and that's the truth Killin'
time by the minute and hour So you better knock yer wants down in size Hell
you're gonna burn out anyhow Beauty
goes so quick, it's hard to catch Pass
the days, pass the bottle, & pass me by Music
& Lyrics by Steven Gullett * PRESSURE * HURL
MYSELF INTO RITUAL PANIC SO
CARVE IT OUT, A NICHE FOR US AND
I THINK IT IS A LONG, LONG TIME FAIRY
TALES OF GLITZ AND GLAMOUR YOU
SHAKE IT OFF, KNOCK 'EM BACK THIS
IS MY DESTINY FOR
IT'S A BLAZING SOUND IT'S
THE CHORUS OF ONE THE
GIRLS ALL CRY WITH YOUR PICTURES ON THE WALL * PUNCH LINE * So
my pleasure center's fucked I
used to love to touch your face I
don't wanna be, no I don't wanna be your… I'm
living down to my expectations I've
got tenure in the late night choir I
don't wanna be, no I don't wanna be your… You
think that's funny baby That's
right my pleasure center's fucked I
used to love to taste your skin Music
by S. Gullett & J. Holliday * SILVERHEAD * I'm
a silverhead I move too fast to outlast All
the silverheads are cranking faster and faster I'm
a silverhead I crank too fast to outlast Say there's nothin' doin' Things just ain't the same All we're doing's screwin' Makin' trophies outta names The prize has lost its luster And the beast has become tame All the players end up followin' All the rules that they have changed So what's the point in another drink Cause I don't really wanna think Wastin' time on a pick-up line When ya knew it in a wink Now ya wanna come in inside Ya wanna see what makes me tick Baby I ain't no pocket watch, so honey Don't give me no fix It's a stick up Yea ya just got robbed It's a stick up baby But ya knew it all along I saw all your sneaky, creepin' around And I heard that you was leavin' this town Many try but they never seem to get away You can shed your greasy skin but you're still the same You're still the same The city's seen the fall of its most favored native son Read the headlines punk, you ain't the one The most stand-up exception to the rule that lies within You're just the next with a vision borne straight from this city's sin In this town it's hard Ya played so long, ya never got too far In this town, it's rough Keep it up, keep it up So ya left for good this time Said ya had the taste for the bump and grind Somethin' 'bout this flavor don't taste so sweet See ya back real soon on this city's haunted streets On the streets of this town Welcome
to our Midwest stalling carnival - come on inside So
you think you know the secret, funny how it never works for me Everybody
knows that you’ll just come close Just
another handful crowd delivering a lukewarm stare So
I think I found the secret, and it has everything to do with me I survived those thorns and dice SO
HIS CONSCIENCE PULLED HIM BACK GAVE
HIS HOURGLASS ANOTHER CRACK MET
HIS FATHER IN THE MORNING MIRROR SHE
WANTS HER PIECE OF THE LIQUOR STORE WON'T
YOU SHOW ME WHO TO FOLLOW & I'LL MAKE THE LEASH MY FRIEND THREW
OFF THE TABLE BY A NEW ROULETTE SHE'S
FALLING BEHIND OR PULLING DEAD WEIGHT Music
& Lyrics by Steven Gullett * WARHOL SUPERSTAR * You
got me - outrageous You
got me but it sure ain't contagious Attraction
for your warhol superstar You
give it half hearted You
give it with your fingers crossed So
take a seat Take
your place Music
& Lyrics by Steven Gullett Copyright 2001 * YOU'RE A CRIME * Now
that the want of need for loss is back The
simple solution's to turn off my brain And I was movin' on Let's go I know you're a crime to me A
dramatic disaster always seems to appease, So
they lay there broken on the floor And I was getting' on We gotta go cause it's no show Music by J. Holliday & E. PurtleBACK TO TOP |