Get Out
Get Out
Get Out
What if there's no more fun
to have?
And all I've got is what I had
What if I have forgotten
how?
Cut my losses and get out now
Get out right now
There's something stronger
than me
There's something I don't want to see
A new thing growing in
me
It is the hardest thing to
do
To watch it grow on top of you
And see you're just like everyone
No
fun
There's something stronger
than me
There's something I don't want to see
A new thing growing in
me
There's something I don't want to see
I don't speak that language
anymore
My blood is not that color anymore
My blood don't shine the same
way anymore
I cannot deny it anymore
There's something stronger
than me
There's something I don't want to see
Got a new thing growing in
me
There's something I don't want to see
There's something stronger than
me
There's something I don't want to see
A new thing growing in
me...
Ricochet
All of that thick time
without you
Has made me so thick and drunk
"and it's okay to laugh about
it"
I said, "it's okay to laugh about it">
Runnin' twice as fast to
stay in
the same place
Don't catch my breath until the end
of the
day
And I'd rather be shot in the face
Than hear what you're going to
say
One day the wind will come
up
And you'll come up empty again
-And who'll be laughing then?-
You'll
come up empty again
There's no reason - no
explanation - so play
the violins
It's always funny until
someone gets hurt...
And then it's just hilarious!
You beat me everytime you
blink
If only I did not have to think
Think about you crackin' a
smile
Think about you all the while
One day the wind will come
up
And you'll come up empty again
-And who'll be laughing then?-
You'll
come up empty again
There's no reason - no
explanation - so play
the violins
On the ricochet - it's going
to hit you
It's always funny until someone gets hurt
You can laugh at me -
when it misses you
Evidence
If you want to open the
hole
Just put your head down and go
Step beside the piece of
circumstance
Got to wash away the taste of evidence
Wash it
away
(Evidence...got a taste of evidence)
I didn't feel a thing
It
didn't mean a thing
Look in the eye and testify;
I didn't feel a
thing
Anything you say, we know
you're guilty
Hands above your head and you won't even feel me
You won't feel me
Evidencia (Spanish) Special thanks to Cesar Dubo for these lyrics
Si te quieres
esconder
Dobla tu cuerpo y ahi esta
Las circunstancias se quedan
atras
Toda evidencia se sabra
Hay que borrar
Borrala
Evidence
Evidence
Evidence
Got a taste of
evidence
No quise ni sentir
Vivir
para mentir
Confesaras la verdad
No quise ni sentir
Hablas por hablar
Tu
eres culpable
Las manos arriba
Sentiras la nada
La nada
Evidence
Evidence
Evidence
Got a taste of
evidence
No quise ni sentir
Vivir
para mentir
Confesaras la verdad
No quise ni sentir
The Gentle Art Of Making Enemies
The words are so
familiar-
all the same greats, the same mistakes
It doesn't have to be
like this
If you don't make a friend
now
One might make you
So learn
The gentle art of making
enemies
Don't look so
surprised
Happy birthday...fucker
Blow that candle out,
We're gonna
kick you, kick you
[Don't say you're not
because you are]
[Don't say you're not because you are]
[History tells us
that you are]
[History tells us that you are]
And all you need is just one
more excuse
You put up one hell of a fight, you put up one hell of a
fight
I wanna hear you very best excuse
I never felt this much alive, I
never felt this much alive
Your day has finally
come-
So where the hat and do the dance
And let the suit keep wearing
you.
This year you'll sit and
take it
And you will like it-
It's the gentle art of making
enemies
I deserve a reward
Cuz
I'm the best fuck that you ever had
And if I tighten up my hole-
You may
never see the light again
[There's always an easy way
out]
[There's always an easy way out]
[You need something wet in your
mouth]
[You need something wet in your mouth]
I never felt this much
alive
Star A.D.
Star A.D.
See tomorrow dreamin'
You
don't need your freedom
Star A.D.
A little joke that's
understood
It's all over the world
A little joke that's understood
It's
all over and over and over!
And dying is dry-
Like a
fact of history
And when you die, you'll become
something worse
Than
dead-
You'll become
A legend
We are
forever
Cuckoo For Caca
It's cold and it's
Smooth
and it's
A hard shade of white
And everybody needs to lick the surface
clean
But it never tastes better
White blooms to white
and
freezes white again
Close it before something crawls in
Commit it,
leave it, get away...
we always
Drop our good side
Being good gets you
stuff
Being stuff gets you good
Good stuff gets you being
And wheelin'
and dealin' and squelin'
Shit lives forever
They have no legs, but chase
us anyway
Wipe the shadow of your best friend
Gave birth to something we
don't want to be
We drop our good side
Eat is just as deep as you
can fuck it
So cough it up or go down
And there's only one thing that
separates
A man...
Shit lives
forever
We'll retire with the turd
on our lips Under a pair of knowing eyes
I'm gonna take a few down with
me
And drop my good side
You can't kill
it
Take if from out drummer,
"Puff"
Being good it gets you stuff
Carahlo Voador
They all know me by my
car
They know I'm gone, but not how far
I'm heading straight down
101
I'm going to go and get me some
My lips are movin' but
there's no sound
Someday somebody's gonna get run down
Gonna' get run
down
Eo non pusso dirigir
E
agora a pares
Neo dedu indehado
No neo naris
My lips are movin' but
there's no sound
Someday somebody's gonna get run down
Gonna get run
down
Ugly In The Morning
You did one thing
wrong
You woke up.
You look better before
More - more
And the stomach
turns...
Say nothing without wasting a work
I know exactly what you
meant
I know how piggy feels
He
starves without missing a meal
Look in the mirror...
Don't look at me-
I'm
ugly in the morning
When the headaches
gone
The sun is not.
Forgot to turn the alarm
On - on
Doesn't matter how much you
think
Or the number of hairs in the sink
I did it to myself
again
I know how piggy feels
He
starves without missing a meal
It's getting clearer
Don't look at me-
I'm
ugly in the morning
Digging The Grave
It would be wrong to ask you
why
Because I know what goes inside
Is only half of what come out
Isn't
that what it's about?
To remind us we're alive
To remind us we're not
blind
In that big, black hole
Comfortable
Digging the grave, I got it
made
Let something in or throw something out?
You left the door open
wide
I know you have a reason why
That knot is better left untied
I
just went and undid mine
It takes some time
And the shadows so big
It
takes the sun out of the day
And the feeling goes away
if you close the
door
Comfortable
And it's out of this world
Comfortable
Take This Bottle
I can wait to love in
heaven
I can wait for you
Far away, I'll treat you better
Better than
down here
Cuz I've done wrong
And
I'm a little afraid
And I ain't to strong
And this ain't easy to
say:
Take this bottle
Take
this bottle
And just walk away - the both of you
And let me feel the pain
- I've done to you
I can hope we'll be
together
With a better roof over our heads
I can hope the stormy
weather
It passes on - it passes on
But I've hoped too
long
Hoped for me to change
And that hope is gone
So listen to what I
say:
Take this
bottle
King For A Day
It is not a good, if you are
not looking good
This is the best party that I've ever been to
Today I
asked for a god to pour some wine
in my eyes
Today I asked for someone to
shake some
salt on my life
Look!
Everything's spinning
(We're on the
ground)
Never cheer before you know who's winning
(Don't make a
sound)
Sniff the glass and let it
roll around on your tongue
Let me introduce you to someone before
the
party is done
Someone to look to in need or in want or in war
If
you give him everything, he may give you
even more
This is the best party I've
ever been to
Don't let me die with that
silly look in my eyes
What A Day
A piece of mail
A letter
head
A piece of hair
From a human head
You're sayin' to me
"I
should've killed it"
"I should've killed it"
"I should've killed it
before"
You're right, you're
right
"Kill the body and the head will die"
They're laughing at me
"I
should've learned it"
"I should've learned it"
"I should've learned it
before"
-What a day, what a
day
If you can look it in the face
And hold you're vomit
A wet sneeze and a "no left
turn"
A row of teeth and an encouraging word
Beneath a mile of skin
"I
should've noticed it"
"I should've noticed it"
"I should've noticed it
before"
What a day
What a
day
What a day
Don't you touch it
The Last To Know
Where it grows on
trees
But never blooms
Where it hurts the least for whoever
Saw it
first
First to go and the last to
know
Last longer than a
lifetime
Takes the least amount of effort
Feels better than a
bargain
Just to know it's there
Can't you see
There's
always one me
And that me is me
I know where but I cannot
share
You'll call me - I'll stand in line till then
I'll be
waiting
Can't you see
All
circuits are busy
Please try back again
Just A Man
Sky is clear tonight
Sky
is clear tomorrow
A star is out
I reach for
one to sparkle in my hand
A star is out
I will not touch you I am and just
a man
Sky is clear tonight
Sky
is clear tomorrow
-And every night I shut my
eyes
So I don't have to see the light
Shining so bright
I'll dream
about a cloudy sky,
A cloudy sky
"Man was born to
love-
Though often he has sought
Like Icarus, to fly to high
And far
too lonely then he ought
To kill the sun of east and west
And hold the
world as his behest
To hold the terrible
power
To whom only gods are blessed-
But me, I am just a
man"
--And every night I shut my
eyes
So I don't have to see the light
Shining so bright
I'll dream
about a cloudy sky,
A cloudy sky
And every night I shut my
eyes
But now I've got them open wide
You've fallen into my hands
And
now you're burning me
And now you're burning me
FAITH NO
MORE
Mike Bordin: Drums
Roddy Bottum:
Keyboards
Billy Gould: Bass Guitar
Mike Patton:
Vocals
Produced by
Andy Wallace
and Faith No More
Mixed by Andy
Wallace
Recorded by Clif Norrell and Andy Wallace
Recorded at Bearsville
Studios,
Bearsville, NY
Assistant Engineer Chris Laidlaw
Mixed at Soundtrack
Studios,
New York City, NY
Assistant Engineer Steve Sisco
Mastered by Howied Weinberg
at
Masterdisk, New York City, NY
Career Direction: Warren
Entner and
John Vassiliou for W.E.M.
Guitars by Trey
Spruance
Danny Wilensky, Anthony
Kadleck,
Daniel Levine, Abby Newton,
Stephanie Gelfan, Marla
Rathbum,
Teresa Miller,Lynette Colbert,
Michelle Morehead, Robert
Moe,
Marlon Mundy, Onita Boone, Loris Holland
Yamaha Drums, Zildgian
Cybals
Vic First Sticks, Remo Drum Heads,
DW Pedals, Zon Guitars, Tech
21,
D'Addario Strings
Art Direction/Design:
Melinda Maniscalco
Production Design: Robin Whiteside
Illustrations: Eric
Drooker
Photography: Marko Lavrisha