Children's Masterpiece TheatreThe Big Send Off Cyberpunk

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One of the most straight-forward songs on the album, it's an anthemic rocker with a vocabulary that would force the Decembrists' Colin Meloy to reach for the Oxford English Dictionary. The song has been described, accurately or no, as "like early Nirvana but with synth." Details: Bass: Walsh Drums: Good Guitars: O'Connell Synth Hook: Chase Vocals: O'Connell Notes: Additional engineering/guitar effects: Celauro.

Wellbuterin, acetylene: a pharmacological experiment Ketamine, a methanological insincerity: Have another drink, you might as well Because you'll always be a wanna-be, A votary to the Cult of Carnality, A solipsist whose only concern is with her anatomy: Go out and get fucked, you might as well Valentines and "better times" and all of that other shit that you valorize Sentiments you can't even identify and criticize: You're just a gash and a maw, oh well Hardly a star: you're barely gleaming Barely "in love": you're more "in heat" and You've only got eyes for your advertisements Now tell me how it hurts like new Tell me how it hurts like new Tell me how to hurt like you Show me how it hurts like new Show me where it hurts Irreverent then maudlin you vacillate faster than Alan Alda, kid Second to secondyou reckon reckonin' wrecks a healthy id And makes one a bore Come on slather on an inch of makeup for your lovers, Flatterers and fakers, blather on about the scenesters you abhor Birthdays, shopping days, spa days and holidays Seven days a week but it doesn't matter anyways Spend your old man's money, there will always be more Come on babydoll, show me where it hurts x