Take up your bed and walk It’s not the time for sleep Time you learned how to breathe We’re gonna go down deep (Moved into action Picking up traction Causing reactions To my satisfaction) Electric fences Are no barrier to us We are not cows And we’ll go anywhere we must (I left my cabana I do what I wanna Just like Obama I don’t need no drama) So take my hand, my dear We’re stepping out the door We’re going to show them What we’re on this planet for (So cue up the version The dub of subversion We cut like a surgeon With diamond precision) There's nothing wrong with my face, I got character!!!! The gate is open You can walk right out of here Too much Nutellavision Tasty chunks of fear (We hop on the granite Take nothing for granted Encircle the planet So listen, goddamnit!) Anyway… Life! Good God! What do we do it for? Gets later all the time But still it’s not too late Too much to do To be distracted by the hate It’s time to fire the ones Who put us in this state (Intention, invention We just gotta mention Create your extension Your own intervention Dig into that tension Walk, don’t duck invention!) The gate is open You don’t have to stand outside Climb on the back right now We’ll take you for a ride (Dig into that tension Not into your pension Drop your pretension Begin your ascension!) Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep! Break up the beat and defeat being meat! Where? When? Did you say zen? Do I have to do it all over again? Only when rooster is picked at by hen, You’d better feed ‘em something different then! ©2010 J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones (BMI)

On a mission from the gods of self-deception Charting out bold directions Mad visions and happy predictions On a map, great men redraw the borders More to their satisfaction Transform their words to action And they say: “We create reality! What we declare will be We are the masters and we make the decrees For the good of all…and that means us.” O new world, o glorious will to power O beautiful prosperous future Consuming cannon fodder We hear and see mysteries that terrify us Shaken up, we stand united Our strings are yanked and our pride is rising And they say: “We create reality! What we declare will be We are the masters and we make the decrees And move the pawns…and that means you.” (You and me) And we live at the effect Of someone else’s declarations We live at the effect Of someone else’s daily affirmations Until we stop ©2010 J Neo Marvin (BMI)

Better get into what you gotta get into Better get into it now, no slacking please United Nations ain't really united And the organisations ain't really organised Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone Won't be coming around for to kill your snakes no more, my love Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone Now everybody who read the Jungle Book Knows Riki Tiki Tavi's a mongoose who kills snakes When I was a young man I was led to believe there were organisations To kill my snakes for me I.E. the church, I.E. the government, I.E. school But when I got a little older I learned I had to kill them myself And so I said, Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone Won't be coming around for to kill your snakes no more, my love Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone People walkin' around, they don't know what they're doing They've been lost so long they don't know what they've been looking for Well, I 've been all around the world but I just can't find it I guess I gotta look inside of myself some more Oh oh oh inside of myself some more Oh oh oh inside of myself some more Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone Riki Tiki Tavi mongoose is gone I saw you today On the number twelve bus You were going my way Going my way

Hop into the fortress Hit the door lock button Driving ourselves to distraction Ugly scenes race past us Through the tinted windows Roll in fragile satisfaction Shiny objects blind your eyes Wise men give opinions And we’re wise to listen Pick the crumbs of our republic Something senseless happens They assign it meaning Shake it at us like a glowstick Shiny objects blind your eyes Let’s talk about god Let’s talk about pride Let’s talk about idols Who’s the winner? Who’s the loser? That’s what matters Reality, it’s what’s on the TV Artificial competition Sitting on the sofa Fantasies of danger Take a comfortable position Shiny objects blind your eyes Ooooh, look! ©2010 J Neo Marvin (BMI)

Particles collide in chaos Cross your eyes till you see the patterns Tea leaves and goat entrails Tell me are we stuck on fail? Cold, calm negotiations The sellout behind the circus Deals are made and hands are shaken Status quo, no chances taken Something beyond all this Something no one can predict It’s an earthquake from below Going which way, we don’t know Guns in the belfry, bats in the head So many people showing up dead Poppies and poppers and popguns in hand No mercy in mercenary land Presenters mime prefab alerts Mangled messages, hate crime flirts Mr. Big’s too big to fail Catch a wave and ride the third rail Doctor, doctor, what’s the word? Can I trust anything I’ve heard? Is it supposed to make me well? Or is it just something you need to sell? Thought the circus would be gone by now They just keep on recruiting new clowns The air is thick with flying pies You just can’t keep track of all the lies So drink your wine and meditate Try to keep the two things straight Whatever gets you through the needle’s eye While we machete to the other side Keep driving through the smoke they blow Can’t see a thing but we’ve got somewhere to go Crashing into the future. ©2010 J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones (BMI)

See saw, back and forth In and out, up and down Black and white, good and bad Salt and pepper, forever mad Duality, living in the duality Duality, living in the duality We live in a sea of duality Take a look! Check out what side you're on It’s called empathy It’s an act of civility Let’s get some reality here! Makes you crazy, Catch 22 No way out, no good for you If you get close, you will be abused Watch out for that and don’t be used Reality is a function of agreement Reality is a function of agreement I don’t agree, I don’t agree I don’t agree, I don’t agree I don’t agree, I don’t agree I don’t agree, I don’t agree I don't agree! Now try this Jump over to the other side Check it out Put on those shoes! Make a commitment! Agree with me! Don’t you agree? If you would just agree with me, it would be better! We could belong to something together! I agree I agree I agree I agree I agree I agree I agree I agree Why don’t you agree with me? Where is the debate happening? I wanna go to the debate happening Where is the debate happening? I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna see I am paying the taxes for he And he and he and he and she Oh those taxes…you’re going to have to give in on those taxes, boys. You know, I think it’s time to swing to the other side. People need repair. Come on boys, be a good sport. You had your thirty years…. Do me a favor and Do your job, no favors and Tell me when you’re gonna get some sense Or you’re getting out You’re voted out! It’s inspiring! Get your argument shoes on, girl. That’s right, what’s this bit about taxes anyway? We can’t have resources…we can’t have common… ANYTHING without resources and taxes ARE a resource. I mean please, you can’t be THAT stupid. We need some pretty sensible people in there We’d better see some action all in there Or you’re going out! You’re getting out! And if you do those things that do not Have the principles of civility If you do not have your ethics, Character, intelligence and good will Then you’re out! You’re out! Get out! NEXT, PLEASE! Democracy demands that You people have to oversee Don’t you know that we Can’t be a democracy If your head is in your…. Private industry does NOT do it right. Private industry just rips us off through the government. They can’t get away with that in the private sector, but in government… You see, the paradox here is…you need to know that…if they invalidate government, they get your money for something else….NOT for services, because government actually is organized to use your taxes to provide YOU with services. And YOU are the boss. And if you don’t ACT like the boss, you get, like a DICTATOR instead. And then you act like cowards, and take it, and lie down, and…VOILA! SEVEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY_TWO MERCENARY COMPANIES AROUND THE WORLD IN ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN COUNTRIES! MURDERERS! Do you know genocide is happening?! Do you know genocide is happening?! Do you know? Your tax dollars Are paying for The murdering of a lot of people Or the diseasing Or the maiming Or the dumbing down…. Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my Go-o-o-o-o-od, don’t tell me that! Oh no! (faint weeping sounds) Your gullibility is rancid It needs repair Your gullibility is rancid It needs repair Your gullibility is rancid It needs repair Your gullibility is rancid It needs repair ...stupidity, we see and we know what you’re going through and we know you going to get out! Get out! Get out! ...of the mess, of the duplicious caresses... They’re gonna leave this time, you know That’s the way it always works. It’s like a pendulum-swinging Vincent Price movie… You know, it chops off your head And then… YOU CANNOT TOUCH YOUR BODY! (Sounds like you need to be Noodlebrained) Hey! PSSST! Hey! PSSST! …just get out. Just get out. Amnesty for your ass If that will pull you over Just get out You gotta get out Get out of this Machiavellian duplicious Psychotic, overexcited Stagnant Duplicity Duality I was duped! It’s not my fault! I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it! I didn’t do it! I believed them! It wasn’t my fault! It was my beliefs! I had some beliefs! I had my beliefs! It was my beliefs! It was my beliefs! Please, it wasn’t me! I BELIEVED them! I wanted…I wanted…I wanted…I wanted to BELONG! I wanted…I wanted…I wanted…I wanted to BELONG! (How are we gonna have it, folks? Government doesn’t do anything unless you tell it to. And if it doesn’t have enough money to operate, no matter what you say, they cannot do it. And they don’t even tell you because you are not holding them accountable. They only move when you move them. You do not have to use demonstrations. All you have to do is get on the phone, get on the e-mail, get your letter-writing skills up to date, just get in there and say what you need to say, and things change. They are bound by law to respond, even if just one person calls. So make a difference! Get in there! They don’t do their job. They WON’T do their job. They’ll corrupt and they’ll just steal the Treasury, WHICH THEY HAVE, repeatedly, but this last bunch was the worst. They need to get out.) Get out Up Down In out Over and Black white Evil good Yes no Go-oh Get out! Get out! If you don’t get out then do your job If you don’t do your job then go to jail Yeah, do your job! Or just get out Or just get out Or just get out Or just get out Better guard that democracy! ©2010 Davis Jones, J Neo Marvin, and Stephen Abbate (BMI)

In these times when life feels Short, frustrating, and particularly pointless Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you I look your way and feel the impulse Have I told you today how great you are? Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you Sick and tired of the human race Until I turn around and I see your face Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you And it might grow, hey you never know You might be in a good mood, bad mood Or in no mood for this at all Bear with me Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you Let me plant one on you ©2010 J Neo Marvin (BMI)

The world is dark again, I need your lullaby. Sleep has gone. Night is long again. sing me your song. Let me sleep. Bring me peace. When bombers bomb again, we'll need your lullaby. Children cry. Houses burn again. Once more. Sing songs to soothe them, to dry their tears, to drown the screams of war. The world's gone wrong again, I need your lullaby. Night is long. and sleep's just a dream. Sing your song. stay close to me. Sing to me. Hushabye. The world is dark again, I need your lullaby. Sleep has gone. night is much too long again. Sing me your song. Let me sleep. Bring me peace.

White knuckles and darting eyes Acid starts to flow inside Hold your breath and swallow air Look around for what’s not there Jump up before you think Heart skips a beat and sinks Adrenalin races through your veins Before the moment hits your brain Animal panic, caught in the static Animal panic, it’s automatic Words shoot out of your mouth And send the whole room south Where did all of that come from? So smart and you get so dumb No idea what got you here No idea you had this fear Now your issues are plain as day Time to get them out of the way Animal panic, caught in the static Animal panic, it’s automatic I want to be free (You already are free) I want to be free (You already are free) Everything that you repress Leaks out and makes a great big mess I’m not saying you gotta confess But there must be something you haven’t addressed Animal panic, caught in the static Animal panic, it’s automatic I want to be free (You already are free) I want to be free (You already are free) I want to be free (You already are free) I want to be free (You already are free) ©2010 J Neo Marvin (BMI)

I bought you this box It was broken It wasn’t my fault So you say Who had it before you? The keeper Did you see what was in it? Yesterday I reached in and felt it was furry It grumbled and bit my finger I said forgive me for disturbing your sleep It kangarooed, then shot off its feet. And that’s how the box got broken It kicked and it gave me a fright I’m sorry, I thought you would like it And that is why I’m PICKING A FIGHT. ©2010 J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones (BMI)

You thought you would have your way forever Turned out not to be true You thought you were the hero of the movie Now the world points its finger back at you What can you do? What can you do? Throw a tantrum, play the victim You thought you were the winner in the dogpile That pile of bodies, now it’s rolling over you You thought you were the author of the future The book slammed shut before the end of chapter 2 What do you say? What do you say? Blow the same stupid horn Serve the same tasteless corn You can’t be satisfied to sit and count your money Without your words written in the air It’s not enough just to get away with murder It eats you up that they don’t love you everywhere So you keep croaking at every microphone you see Our forsaken angry god One sad obsolescent clod ©2010 J Neo Marvin, Matthew Grasso, and Lizzie Borden (BMI)

There is nothing like your breath on me To raise my sense of smell I’m drunk on the taste of you It’s not just my head that swells Life is sweet when you’re wrapped around me Pulsing tones, hot fingers, red ears We disappear into each other Too involved to notice the years Keep me around, curl my toes When you’re around, I take off my clothes I shed my skin, I release my fears Go ahead and get loud, babe, nobody hears. ©2010 J Neo Marvin and Davis Jones (BMI)