Omne Animal Triste (Lyric sheet)

Butter with Bulletproof Wings

Take me when you go; pretend I'm someone else
Like I always do when I reinvent myself
I am the wheel, and the world must stop and stare
At my structured rage, at my overjoyed despair

Leave me alone, I am working on a new
Delivery device, and its wings are bulletproof
That you can't see 'til it's right on top of you
It's not too late to do what you have to do

Over and over, its wings are bulletproof
Over and over, hide the needle in the truth
Over and over

Take me when you go on the bus to the beach
On your stereo, leaven life with some of each
Got the fast and slow, music and cacophony
But I'm down too low, take it from one to three for me

Put me in your ear, when I'm not allowed
Sign the form right here, sign it now and sign it proud
Find me from your friends, spread me to a wider set
The only one you need, the only one you'll ever get

Over and over, I'm the only one you need
Over and over, til it comes out when you bleed
Over and over

Sing along to me, hide the needle in the truth
Come and play with me, waste away your wasted youth
Take your solace here, in the sweetest frequency
Over and over, the spice of variety

Leave me alone, I am testing out a new
Delivery device, and its wings are bulletproof
That you can't see 'til it's right on top of you
It's not too late to do what you have to do

Over and over, hide the needle in the truth
Over and over, its wings are bulletproof
Over and over

Mattress King

I am the lord of the zombies
I am the mattress king
I will beat any offer
I will drink anything

You cannot hurt me with bullets
Except the hurting kind
You can't kick me off this barstool
It's where I met my young bride

She called herself Salmonella
She was the cruel sort
She left me here in Wisconsin
I left her ten dollars short

'Cause you can't love the mattress king
If big-time values are not your thing
When the world sleeps peacefully
I will reign over everything

I am the big man on campus
But see how I'm reduced
The kings of other industries
And I have made a truce
With bargain basement prices
On items almost new
Now I can finance a heartbreak
And pass the pain on to you

I'm not the man in the mirror
I'm not the one to boast
I'm just the one that cooks and eats
The breast of beast the most
And when you ask me my talent
I'll stare you down and state
"I'm the guy that makes the other guys like me
Look slightly out of date."

Gods and Numbers

There's a hole in my pocket, it's true
And I'm sure it's a subtle and hermetic clue
To your most inner workings, but I shudder to think
What my father would think if he knew
About you

There's a God in the heavens, it's true
And he makes as a hobby the study of you
I can't say that I blame him, but I shudder to think
What my father would think if he knew
About you

There's a hole in the mountain, it's true
And I want to climb down it and stay there with you
And away from the numbers that equal my father
I'll lay down with you

Yes, away from my father's recurrence relation I'll lay
Down with you

Get Around

When you get me down
I think about getting back
But you never are around
When the time comes to attack
So I sit and bide my time
Til the day I stand my ground
Cause when I get around to it
I really get around

City in my way
It won't be there for long
I just think of what you'd say
When you'd tell me I was wrong
And stomp it all to hell
This city's goin' down
Cause when I go to town on it
I really go to town

I'll rearrange your map
If you show up again
I'm fed up with your crap
I've had it up to here with men
And here is pretty high
And there's not far at all
When you're as tall as I
When you've got my stride

Concrete between my toes
A smell of gasoline
Like a cybernetic rose
All blown to smithereens
You should have seen your face
When I should have smashed it in
I guess that's what I'll show you
If we ever meet again

I really get around
I really go to town
You may have knocked me up
But I will knock you down

Terrestrial Minds

Peanut patch
Big summer showdown
Take a rake
Don't put your hoe down
Keeping you
Out of trouble and in the sun

Lizard man
Rock summer sunning
Bake a cake
You know I'm coming
Concentrate
Stop thinking and get back to work

Rocket ship
Small media market
Peanut patch
Good place to park it
Landing gear
Tearing into the vines

Tiny town
Grain elevator
Hydrogen-
based respirator
Looking out
For terrestrial minds

Coming in on the peanut patch
I set it down now without a scratch
A clipboard to catalog all my finds

The pie is cooling on the windowsill
You never suspect but you know I will
Outsmart your puny terrestrial minds

Now it's on
And now it's over
Take a break
Thick summer clover
Lizard man
Stepping out of the rocket ship

Peanut patch
Big summer melon
Juicy sweet
Want what you're sellin'
Down the road
Footsteps kicking up clouds of dust

Tiny town
Big water tower
Juicy peach
Sweet clover flower
Mom and dad
Ought to know what you find

Anyhow
This is a stickup
Pop the trunk
Load up the pickup
Blowing your
Poor terrestrial mind

The guard is gone now, the price is right
They synthesize sugar from sweet sunlight
The shady secret of pink lemonade

The farmers, their terrestrial minds
The guardians of the melon rinds
The summer is the best time to invade

Reality Does Not Meet My Needs

Brand's got an essence of chicken
So fucking traditional
You buy six bottles of fluid
You get an exquisite porcelain bowl
You stack them up in the pantry
And when you've got enough
You've got a whole lot of useless stuff

Every time I see you
Regardless of my choice
I hear ridiculous promises
Recited in your voice
I'll write them down in a notebook
And when I've got enough
I'll have a whole lot of useless stuff

This essence of chicken is insufficiently traditional!
This porcelain bowl is insufficiently exquisite!
Reality does not meet my needs!
This device has incorrect properties!

I'll put a song on the jukebox
I get to pick the name
I'll call it "Everything You Ever
Say Or Think Is Lame"
It's not that much of a title
But I hope it will convey
Just what it is I am trying to say

I'm keeping a bit of a secret
I don't mind if I do
I can't believe I ever wanted
To be in bed with you
No time left to say that I'm sorry
I think I've said enough
I've said a whole lot of useless stuff

This song on the jukebox is insufficiently traditional!
This secret I'm keeping is insufficiently exquisite!
Reality does not meet my needs!
This device has incorrect properties!

Pollination Techniques

It was a long and dull
Lecture on
Pollination techniques
And you were there
But I was not
I had fallen asleep

I got the notes you took
But they were wrong
And both of our gardens died
I had the nerve to ask
If you wanted
To give it another try

It was a long and hot
Summer then
Working out in the weeds
But you were there
To cheer me up
And see to our basic needs

And when the work was done
We were gone
Buried under the snow
But our handiwork
Can still be seen
Wherever the flowers grow

Teach me about pollination techniques
Show me the way to your home
Tell me all your impractical methods
Of making honeycomb

Tomorrow

I thought I'd drain the ocean, then I put it off a day
To get things done, procrastination is the only way
Standing by the pool, I was sitting on my thumbs
Waiting for the day when tomorrow comes

I shuffled through the classifieds and I made my way to you
I thought you'd ask the little tasks you never found the time to do
Instead you needed someone to recycle all your sins
Put the plastic ones in the color-coded bins

Wait for tomorrow, wait for tomorrow again
Don't give out to the doubt that turns up now and then
Why tell a story when all of the glory goes to
Those unskilled who will build the memorial?
Wait for tomorrow, wait for tomorrow again

We had our fights, the sleepless nights, the copy and the paste
Now all that's left is memories, but memories can be erased
You said I was a gentleman, but you used me as a pawn
And I wonder where you'll be when tomorrow's gone

Wait for tomorrow, wait for tomorrow and see
Don't give out what you think when you talk about me
Don't believe everything you read when you read my lips
I was never that good at relationships
Wait for tomorrow, wait for tomorrow and see

Call me son, but don't expect a resurrection
Grab your gun and run in the wrong direction
Stare with eyes gouged out at the imperfection
One for fun and one for the insurrection
Wait for tomorrow, wait for tomorrow again

The tide goes out: another notch to carve into my belt
This archive of the things you've done won't capture how you felt
Tomorrow's spent and wasted; it'll never come again
Take my place in the line of your California men

Wait for tomorrow, wait for tomorrow and still
Don't do the imbecile things I suspect that you will
Mistakes shouldn't be made, certainly not re-made
But we're still counting all the ones that we made
Wait for tomorrow, wait for tomorrow and still

Sweet & Lowbrow

In the autumn, when the sun is falling
In the evening, when the birds are calling
I will do the thing I find appalling
I will sit with you

Sweet & lowbrow are the words you whisper
Mental voices call: "Go on and kiss her!"
Like a lettuce wilting in the crisper
What am I to do?

In my mind's eye, like a premonition
I see you, a star, on television
Not to flaunt your skill at long division
But to merely breathe

Sweet & lowbrow the unguarded border
Twixt my judgement and the standing order
Not to see the solid-state recorder
Hidden up your sleeve

Now, I'm out of time
I'll splay it on the spline
The colors all combine
The point is: now the point is moot
She thinks I'm kind of cute
It seems the leg's on the other boot now

In the meantime, back in Sausalito
You were crushing me like a mosquito
Tears were falling into my burrito
I was so ashamed

Sweet & lowbrow were the promises you made
The ways you told me not to be afraid
The friendships you eventually betrayed
But never ever named

Now, you're in plain sight
You can no longer hide
The time is nearly right
The time is now, the point is moot
She thinks I'm kind of cute
It seems the leg's on the other boot now

In your bedroom, like a common looter
Music that I found on your computer
Proved I was not your ideal suitor
I was swept away

Sweet & lowbrow were your girl aesthetics
Tearing me apart like Dianetics
Broke my heart, but I can get prosthetics
I will be okay

Now, washed up and out
You get by on your pout
Speak up, remove all doubt
The thing is, now the point is moot
She thinks I'm kind of cute
It seems the leg's on the other boot now

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