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1998 |
1. | Radio Bagpipe (The Protomartyr Mix) |
2. | Kiss King (Saint James Mix) |
3. | Burundi (Overload Mix) |
4. | More (Fly Away Mix) |
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6. | More Methylated (Sheep On Drugs Remix) |
7. | Metal Tangerine (Forever Georgia Peach Mix) |
8. | First Taken Third Found (Phylr Remix) |
9. | Burundi (The Shore Suite Mix) |
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11. | More (Moseley Cupboard Smash Up) |
12. | Warzone (Satellite Transmission Mix) |
13. | You Know... (Nothing Mix) |
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Kiss King (Saint James Mix) |
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You came to suck my dick little boy
Didn't you know that everyone else
Seems to be enjoying themselves
My gerenation
I've seen the best minds of my generation
Running on empty, super-glued to the T.V.
Dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently...
Saying nothing
Sleepin' on platforms in train stations
Sippin' on chemical cocktails
Alive to the universe
And dead to the world
Hallucinating delusions of mediocrity and candied
Desperate in the pursuit of cool
He's in a suit
She's in a straightjacket
7-11 nightmares at 3am
I've seen the best minds of my generation
Caught up in the virtual reality of living
Memorizing PIN numbers and secret codes
Swaying robotically to non-existant rhythms
Flashing membership to clubs so exculsive that no one belongs
Scared shitless
Witless
Clueless
Useless
Tight fisted
Tight lipped
Tight assed
Half assed
Ass licking, coke sniffing
Money grubbing, ego jabbin'
Sniffling and groveling
Moaning and groaning
The city's all wrapped up in plastic
Like an electronic cocoon
If you lay in the street
You can hear it humming
Filling up slowly from underground
If you close your eyes
You can observe the blueprints
The man-made DNA that spirals
Breathlessly out of control
As synapses collapse
Bridges snap
Into a restless Utopia
Jesus said
Lay down your arms
Jesus said
Children come home
My generation
Nutopia
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More Methylated (Sheep On Drugs Remix) |
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You came to suck my dick little boy
Didn't you know that everyone else
Seems to be enjoying themselves
My gerenation
I've seen the best minds of my generation
Running on empty, super-glued to the T.V.
Dreaming of prosperity, talking incessently...
Saying nothing
Sleepin' on platforms in train stations
Sippin' on chemical cocktails
Alive to the universe
And dead to the world
Hallucinating delusions of mediocrity and candied
Desperate in the pursuit of cool
He's in a suit
She's in a straightjacket
7-11 nightmares at 3am
I've seen the best minds of my generation
Caught up in the virtual reality of living
Memorizing PIN numbers and secret codes
Swaying robotically to non-existant rhythms
Flashing membership to clubs so exculsive that no one belongs
Scared shitless
Witless
Clueless
Useless
Tight fisted
Tight lipped
Tight assed
Half assed
Ass licking, coke sniffing
Money grubbing, ego jabbin'
Sniffling and groveling
Moaning and groaning
The city's all wrapped up in plastic
Like an electronic cocoon
If you lay in the street
You can hear it humming
Filling up slowly from underground
If you close your eyes
You can observe the blueprints
The man-made DNA that spirals
Breathlessly out of control
As synapses collapse
Bridges snap
Into a restless Utopia
Jesus said
Lay down your arms
Jesus said
Children come home
My generation
Nutopia
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You Know... (Nothing Mix) |
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