The Real [LIVE]

by Will Wood

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In 2017, Will Wood and the Tapeworms put together a 9-piece big band and assembled a team of audio engineers, lighting designers, filmmakers, and trapeze artists to create a live album and concert film. Recorded at sold out shows, these alternative and experimental versions of songs off SELF-iSH and Everything is a Lot, as well as brand new songs performed solo, are entirely unique and different from anything else WWATT have ever played.

The performances that comprise this massive, 21-track live album had New Noise Magazine calling Will Wood "one of the most interesting and magnetic entertainers in recent years," and Dying Scene raving that the shows were "a show experience like no other... will forever go down in history."

The concert film is still underway, and expecting a 2019 release.

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released February 14, 2018

Will Wood - Keyboard, Vocals
Mike Bottiglieri - Guitar, Backing Vocals
Mario Conte - Drums, Percussion
Matthew Berger - Saxophone, Backing Vocals, Slide Whistle
Ben Scardo - Electric Bass, Upright Bass, Backing Vocals
Robert Schaefer - Trumpet
James Kelly - Trombone
Hennessy Williams & Tianca Beresi - Backing Vocals

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Jonathon Maisto

Special thanks to Kevin Antreassian, Jim Parks, Danger Baby Films, James Regan, Sleepless Mind Entertainment, Tom Petta, Vertical Fixation, Bella's Bartok, Chris Dunne, Davis Thompson, Joe Baranoff, Chris McRae, MacKinnon Bowden, Samantha Bourke, Linda Araya, Electric Sensei, Bobby Mahoney & the Seventh Son, Super Snake, Melissa Schlein/Liz Buckley, Ramzi Anz, Shirley Sostre, Aimee Marston, all Tapeworms past/present/future, Jake Feldman, Angie Perez, Paul Beier, and all our friends, family, and fans who have made this possible.

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Track Name: Self- [LIVE]
I'll shake the apples from my family tree.
So when the autumn comes to take the leaves
We'll write history books from memory
that we shared and will forget.
No, I don't remember 2012
But I heard the world would turn to hell.
And compared to that, well I'm doing well.
So I pray to God it really did.

Well they always ask you not to leave.
And I am as they remember me.
So when all my friends forget my name
No, I won't come back and be the same.
No, I won't come back and be the same.
And I'm gonna be my self again.
Track Name: 10-4 6-Up 5-Oh Cop-Out Pro-Con
Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go.
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos.
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on.
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe.
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement,
tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late!
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time.
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes.
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray.
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame!
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe.
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain!
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know.
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros.

You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.

The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse.
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that.
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip,
Bust your kneecap!
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer.
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer.
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer,
all my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here.
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows.
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!”
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your fate?
My death come swiftly and gently to you.
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom.
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true.

You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
Track Name: Cotard's Solution (Kill Me) [LIVE]
What if the wind caught up with me, started to change when I did,
Would I blow out like a light? Or like a kite fly away?
What if the fear of darkness gave way to the fear of color?
Would you live in black & white or rest your eyes through the day?
And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?
I’ll stay awake tonight.

Cry my name remind my brain of my identity.
I’m not gonna listen, I’m not my volition, I’m
Sha Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Free Will!
Am I to blame for riding this train right by my destiny?
Ah, prove I can crack, Ah, loose from track, ah
Sha Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Free Will!

Rolling my third eye into the back
Of my head and squinting through the black
Saw no center, saw not where it lead
It’s times like this that make me wish that-
I wished that I were dead. I don’t wish I were dead, but SOMEBODY’S got to go!

I wanna make my murder look like a suicide.
But they’ll all know the body’s mine.
I wanna go anonymous to identify.
But they’ll all know the body’s mine.

Divide by 1 and find I’m one less than the one I was.
So how many people am I? Now that I keep ‘em in my
Sha Na Na Na Na Na Memory, Still I
Check in the mirror to see how I look. I look different in different ways.
Ah you do the math, ah, who’s looking back, ah
Sha Na Na Na Na Na Na Na THAT’S NOT ME.

Carving my initials in the back
Of my hand in case of losing track
I forgot, remember to forgive?
It’s times like this that make me wish that-
I wished that I could live. I don’t wish I could live but SOMEBODY’S got to stay!

I wanna make my murder look like a suicide.
But they’ll all know the body’s mine.
I wanna go anonymous to identify.
But they’ll all know the body’s mine.
And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I’ll stay awake tonight.

I wanna make my murder look like a suicide.
But they’ll all know the body’s mine.
I wanna go anonymous to identify.
But they’ll all know the body’s mine.
Track Name: R.I.P. Dr. Emoto [LIVE]
When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my
eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light?
The room I’m in is still the same, the shadows didn’t rearrange it,
no the only thing that’s changed is how I see at night.
I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish for
sunshine when the morning’s somewhere else.
But I can’t change what time it is or dilate my irises.
Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself.

I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night.
Well who else could I be when I can’t hardly see.
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night.
I’m no one if I’m NowHere in between.

When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it
when I left the cave and swore I’d never go back?
If we can’t see each other then there’s no more use for hiding
I’ve decided I’ll abide it, why deny the color black?
I’m not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator.
Damn my eyes for seeing what’s not there.
I’ll trade in vision for a practiced intuition
Till my fears come to fruition I’m not scared.
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night.
Well who else could I be when I can’t hardly see.
I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night.
I’m no one if I’m NowHere in between.

The future must know where you’ve been, the past predicts the state you’re in.
The present did and will not last, is. isn’t. was. Have. hasn’t. has.

All that I know is, keep those empty frames. If nobody’s in them, then no one is to blame.
For your self-portraits, sign another name. Who can I be now, if I’ll never be the same?

I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night
Well who else could I be, if I can’t fucking see?
I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night
I’m nowhere now here’s no one now to be.

And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?
I’ll stay awake tonight.
Track Name: Where Do You Get Off? [LIVE]
She’s got the eyes of a snake- loaded dice- raising stakes from a cash cow.
I’ll be her burn victim- hypothermic- so damn hot.
Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow
I woke up in the name that I wore last night to the sound of an empty bed.
And it’s ringing in my ears just like sweet nothings from the voices in my head.

Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Don’t ask me what I mean.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord.

She’s got the touch of an anesthesiologist- please put me under.
Because I tremble with the notion that there’s something unsaid
But numb my head I’ll mumble reticently I wonder how I
I woke up in the middle of my surgery and I watched them botch my heart
Only the second worst thing that I could’ve thought was
“This won’t have to end if it doesn’t start.”

Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Don’t ask me what I mean.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord.

I’ll never know. I’ll never know. I’ll never know. I’ll never know what it’s like.
What it’s like to love you.
I’ll never know. I’ll never know. I’ll never know. I’ll never know what it’s like.
What it’s like to love you.

Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Heart blue-er than my balls.
Where do you get off being so God damn beautiful?
Oh lord. Just say that it’s on me.
Track Name: aikido [LIVE]
I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you.
Rolling out of bed is morning in my head, ‘cause I’m obsessed with you.
Rose mirages into vases, I don’t stand a chance.
Quiet girls with wrist corsages, cordial silence, I can’t dance.
Holding breath by graveyards, salt over my shoulder, I’m obsessed with you.
Rainbow-walking cave-heart never will be bolder, I’m obsessed with you.
Chickenscratch Rembrandts of your likeness, all this nonsense makes me think.
My insides cry “try thy finest” why, then, am I at my brink?

I told Doctor Tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedules filled with
Children who need Prozac, Prilosec and Lo-jack, triple-sec and Lexapro
For second-guesses. Drugs that heal. So we can touch instead of feel.

Oh, I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you.
Bite your tongue and smile, stick around a while. I’m obsessed with you.
Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic,
I’m obsessed with you.
Track Name: TRACK TITLE OMITTED AT REQUEST OF ATTORNEY
LYRICS OMITTED AT REQUEST OF ATTORNEY
Track Name: Front Street [LIVE]
I’m in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime
I’m cruisin’ with the bruisers, boozin’, I’ll be a suitor, losing my mind.
Because there’s nothing to find.
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat
I’m in a sauna hot with drama and I’m tryin’ to forget
All the masochistic rapture mis-steps
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut. To the bone.
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost.
While you tied your boots like a tightrope noose.
The problem chased the taste of the cause.
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you?

Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right.
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night. Good times on Front Street.

Loose lips sink ships, captain, will you go down?
Float your boat and overboard and hoping to drown.
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown alone.
Because we know you’re not afraid.

This chastity is Greek to me, the meat is still fresh
The gnashing teeth will masticate the bone from the flesh
Since nobody will tell me where these bastards go, I’ll see for myself.
I think they might go to hell.
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost.
While you tied your boots like a tightrope noose.
The problem chased the taste of the cause.
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you?

Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right.
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you
On a fucked up Saturday night. Good times on Front Street.

LAST CALL FOR MORALS, BETTER COVER YOUR DRINK
SODOM AND GOMORRA’D LET IT GO DOWN THE SINK
Track Name: Bob Zmuda v. James Carrey
I TRUSTED YOU
Track Name: Wasting Away Again in BuPROpionVille [LIVE]
Salt on the glass, coke on the knife
Is there anything left to escape but life?
I didn’t sign. I didn’t sign up for this.
May today lose what yesterday won.
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done.
I’m gonna run. I’m gonna run out of time.

But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die.
I’m more afraid of what might happen first.
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive.
I can’t say that I know which one is worse.

Everything’s useless, especially songs
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong.
Still sing along. Still sing a long, long time.
I might keep looking for nothing to find.
They say “Keep trucking, it’s all in your mind!”
“Jimmy, you’re fine,” End of the line gaining speed.
Wrapping trees.

But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die.
I’m more afraid of what might happen first.
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive.
I can’t say that I know which one is worse.
Track Name: Hand Me My [X] I'm [Y]! [LIVE]
My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket in the
deep city streets in the summer of 2012 and I never even saw her face.
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
Jesus in Pieces! I believe I threw a brick right through Him,
but my memory could not be saved.
It just seems unlikely that it’s me who was to blame.
So I bookmark my DSM ‘cause I need to remember my place.

This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
Gotta get to the bottom of this. Gotta get to the bottom of this. Gotta get to the bottom of this.Take you with me.

My soul was crushed like a tall boy underneath the
boots on the curb and I’m still picking up my molars
and putting them back in my face.
My name was soiled by a last call spill with a
backwash swill and the blackout killed me
sober on impact from a fall from grace.

Take the road on higher ground and tell me “don’t look down! You’ll
fall and break your back.” But that just reminds me how there’s more to be found
Beneath the black.

This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
Gotta get to the bottom of this. Gotta get to the bottom of this. Gotta get to the bottom of this.
Take you with me.

Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty. Dug, or drank, or poured it out.
When too much is not enough there’s plenty more where that came from around.
Looking up we see the point of entry, between where we are and we’ve been.
Looking down I could say Heaven sent me. Hand me my shovel. I’m going in.

Gotta get to the bottom of this.

If it it kills me.

This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom.
Track Name: Mike
Mike
Track Name: The First Step [LIVE]
You could say I’m plastered, ‘cause I hit the wall.
I lost count after 21, in the college crawl.
I been a boozin’ bastard.
They’re callin’ me Edward Forty-hands can’t touch anyone.
With an enemy like me, who would need a friend?
Nevermind I’m drunk.

Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an
EKG for the broken hearted.
I’d try to see the glass as half full. But I’d probably just drink that too.

I’m the reason they call it an “Irish Goodbye”
And I hope I don’t choke on my vomit tonight.
Well I bet that a bottle of brandy so bitter’d be better than bitin’ the bullet and betterin’ myself. Sorry if I slur.
Take my anxiety and my sobriety, I’ll kill two birds with one stoner.
So if you see me please, take my keys, I don’t wanna be an organ donor.

Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an
EKG for the broken hearted.
I’d try to see the glass as half full. But I’d probably just drink that too.

I’m going down and I’m taking you with me.
I’m bringing the water to the horse.
Bring me the hair of the dog that bit me
So I can clone it and have a little more.

Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an
EKG for the broken hearted.
I’d try to see the glass as half full.
Even when I'm empty, half full.
I’d try to see the glass as half full.
But I’d probably just…

Glass half full? I'd probably just drink that too.
I'd probably just drink that too.
Track Name: (20)12 [LIVE]
I was an existential criminal, so innocently cynical.
Ignorant as fuck but a proud individual.
Originally meant to live a God-damned miracle
Might’ve been metaphysical, but I think it was medical.
Testing my hypothesis, never finding a theory.

Emulating animals and mental aboriginals
A miserable fuck but a loud Tao mystical
An enemy of ritual traditionally integral to
Biblical originals, but literally pitiful.
Too impatient for outpatient. Paging Dr. Leary.

Did you lose yourself? It’s always in the last place that you’d check.
I might find myself by retracing my steps, but…

I don’t remember how I forgot myself. I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012.
I don’t remember how I forgot myself. I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012.
I don’t remember 2012. I don’t remember, wow, the whole year’s a blur.

I think I bought into the comedy and brought a lot of oddity
An odyssey I thought to be consider a commodity
And not until anomaly abolished my monotony
Did I applaud autonomy and modify a lot of me.
I’ll escape this reality, be the next Houdini.

Glory be Satori but its hallucinatory and it’s sure to be a story I can tell in purgatory I said, once I’ve lost it can there be a Mahaprajnaparamita?

Did you lose yourself? It’s always in the last place that you’d check. I might find myself by retracing my steps.

I don’t remember how I forgot myself. I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012.
I don’t remember how I forgot myself. I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012.
I heard the world would turn to hell. Compared to that, I’m doing well.
I don’t remember how I forgot myself. I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012.
I don’t remember how I forgot myself. I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012.
I don’t remember 2012. I don’t remember 2012.
Track Name: Mr. Capgras [LIVE]
You’re trying to replace yourself, you’re trying to replace yourself.
You’re trying to replace yourself, you’re trying to replace yourself.
You’re trying to replace yourself, you’re trying to replace yourself.
You’re trying to replace yourself, you’re trying to replace yourself.

Carving out a fact from a reckoning, beckoning you back, skin sagging of its skeleton
Levitating off the ground is another man wearing your face.
All the other false identities, remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories
Shuddered at what they found when they stripped away the grace.

Eulogy or biography, I’m who I oughtta be, and that is God to me.
So, my God, what’s wrong with me? If who I wanna be might
Never Never Never. Never Never Never. Never Never Never. NEVER NEVER!

You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive.
You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die.
You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive.
You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, and no you’re never gon’ find.
Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself!
Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself!

Damn, I thought you’re not your imposter. You’re so sure you’re not gonna get caught
dead in your own skin, but you didn’t choose what you were born in.
And another man in your repertoire, ready in your head and fed upon your memoirs
Still the same rules apply from the birthday to the mourning.

What you feel and what you do; are those things really you? And if not, then what is?
Oh my God, what’s wrong with you? And I’m still asking who that is.
Never Never Never. Never Never Never. Never Never Never. NEVER NEVER!

You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive.
You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die.
You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive.
You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, and no you’re never gon’ find.
(This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom!)x2
Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself!
Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself!
Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself!
Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself!
Track Name: Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture [LIVE]
Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest, better bet I’ll never settle and I never could rest.
Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west, a rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest.
I won’t stop to drop to draw a line in the sand, ‘cause I’ll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes, I’m a lizard in the hand of the medicine man who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote. Woah.

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions.
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction.

Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas, where the sentimental value of the city around you is deleted obsolete and still completely will stun you, I’m tripping like a klutz and I’m rolling like thunder.
I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches, a rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus. My mouth is dry and my eyes are red, I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the desert’s in my head.

Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction.
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions.
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction.

Wretch and pule this panoramic, stretched out view is fat with panic.
Precognition lacks in hindsight, we caught the illness back before the twilight.
I might be a saint worth steeples, I might be the brain of evil.
Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to me.
Track Name: Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva [LIVE]
To cut down on my silhouette, my favorite food are smoke and hearts.
My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas, while my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts.
All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming.
They say that beauty’s just skin deep, so naturally, please show me your-

Bones, bones, bones. Let me see your bones
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
Bones, bones, bones. Hell, we’re all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?

Lumps in throats and petticoats, your baby teeth would pray for you.
A selfish book is always open, and some of the best liars only want the truth.
All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I’m tired of sleeping.
They say that beauty’s just skin deep. So rip it off and please show me your

Bones, bones, bones. Let me see your bones
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
Bones, bones, bones. Hell, we’re all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?

All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme.
Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again.
They say that beauty’s just skin deep.
So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her

Bones, bones, bones
Let me see your bones
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we’re all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?

Bones, bones, bones
I can see my bones
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home.
Bones, bones, bones
Hell, we’re all alone
If I come home, baby will you see my bones?
Track Name: -iSH [LIVE]
Well if winter comes and takes my life
Will it be the death I had in mind?
Or will I be captured in the ice
to preserve the way I died?

Well at 27 will I see?
That I was born to be the man I'll be.
And if I change my self can I still stay me?
Or did I just change my mind?

I am a point in time and space.
And I am the truths that I create.
And so where my matter takes its stand.
No it doesn't matter who I am.

No it doesn't matter who I am.

And I'm gonna be
Track Name: Black Box Warrant [LIVE]
Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor, anaphylaxis with a pack of bottle rockets.
The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges, with a bag of tangerines in his back pocket.
And the method with which he recycled his vitamins had started to leave scars on the corners of his eyes.
And through the white-out revelation, shame, he saw no stars. Even underneath the wide Ohio skies.
Shields himself from reason in a teflon, alabaster jacket. Quilted from the finest fibers: flesh and fiberglass and flowers.
Screams his thoughts to hear them over self-assured sarcastic racket, rabble-rousing babble 'round the table - people to the power.

For what? For what? For what it's worth, if it was going to kill you it would have by now.
For what? For what? For what it's worth, there's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down.

Well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came.
They found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a bluejay on his face.
And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic.
But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang "For auld lang syne happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics."
His rib cage was a hornet's nest and palpitations set the beat.
His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axle hitch, a carrick bend.
He wondered if the good lord Jesus charged a cancellation fee.
Auf wiedersehen, au revoir! He gripped his wits right by their ends.

For what? For what? For what it's worth, if it was going to kill you it would have by now.
For what? For what? For what it's worth, there's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down.
For what? For what? For what it's worth, if it was going to kill you it would have by now.
For what? For what? For what it's worth, there's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down.
Track Name: Millie Rolls a 7 [LIVE]
Pink lemonade on autumn bomber coats.
Peter pan collars but my daughter's growing up.
She's going to be a lot like me. But I don't want to be at all like me.
Yellow buzzcuts. Pulling out stingers.
You're telling me I'm holding up eleven fingers.
Stranger things than death can happen to lab rat girls and pretty, white rabbits.
Everybody knows that nobody knows that everybody's in on everybody's business.
This isn't my first Christmas. I know mistletoe when I see it.

Baby could you play along with me? Baby would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what's wrong with me, could you tell me how I'm right for you?
Baby could you play along with me? Baby would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what's wrong with me, could you tell me how I'm right for you?

Cigarette burns. Laugh lines. Wide dimples.
If they could see the future back when times were simple
Would they kiss your cheek or yank the bandage off?
Let you speak or take advantage of how
if everyone's sick then nobody can catch it and if everybody's different then nobody can match?
And I'm looking through the pockets of the hand-me-downs I've laid out.
Wondering if I'll fit into the yesterdays I've played out.
Everybody knows that nobody knows that everybody's on my goddamn business.
This isn't my first kiss. It's better to be lost than loved now isn't it?

Baby could you play along with me? Baby would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what's wrong with me, could you tell me how I'm right for you?
Baby could you play along with me? Baby would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what's wrong with me, could you tell me how I'm right for you?

Walking bikes home with a scraped-knee-sunset smudged across your brow. Warmer tears than you've grown used to since then.
A toast to the nosebleed seats and big dream sequence where you're found. Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed.
Everybody knows that nobody knows that everybody's in on my motherfucking business.
This isn't my first anything. this isn't my first anything.
Everybody knows that nobody knows that everybody's in on everybody's business.
This isn't my first lyric. I know exactly how I should finish it.

Baby could you play along with me? Baby would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what's wrong with me, could you tell me how I'm right for you?
Baby could you play along with me? Baby would that be alright with you?
And when we find out what's wrong with me, could you tell me how I'm right for you?

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