
Date of issue: 26.09.2005
Song language: English
The Measure Of My Worth |
There is a desert in my mouth complete with tumbleweeds |
A billion grains of sand, cactus and coyotes |
There is a battlefield in my head complete with cannons and cavalry |
Helicopters overhead, and they’re searching for yours truly |
Send me the bill for the mess we’ve made |
You survived the renaissance with souvenirs of powdered wigs and |
Corsets for your cracked ribcage elegant figure |
Another living dead ballroom dancer shouting from escapes like |
They’ve got the answer, come down and we’ll converse, can you help |
Me determine the measure of my worth, you know that our nightlife |
It runs into daylight |
We’re the type of cats that bring an axe to a knife fight |
Its such a scene you second guess your vision |
I swear we’re not dumb we just make bad decisions |
So go ahead and get me wrong, I’d rather not be gotten right |
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Born Again Virgins | 2005 |
When Future History Became Current History | 2005 |
Opinions Are Like Addictions | 2005 |
Public Art | 2005 |
Programming The Populous | 2005 |
New English | 2005 |
Employment | 2005 |
Arbitrary Stimulation | 2005 |
Sophisdecay | 2005 |
Damaged Goods | 2005 |