Packt Like Sardines in a Crushd Tin Box


After years of waiting
Nothing came
As your life flashed before your eyes
You realize


I’m a reasonable man
get off, get off, get off my case
I’m a reasonable man
get off my case, get off my case


After years of waiting


After years of waiting
Nothing came
And you realize your looking, looking in the wrong place


I’m a reasonable man
get off my case, get off my case
I’m a reasonable man
get off my case, get off my case, get off my case


I’m a reasonable man
get off my case, get off my case, get off my case


After years of waiting


I’m a reasonable man
get off my case, get off my case, get off my case
I’m a reasonable man,
get off my case, get off my case, get off my case


I’m a reasonable man,
get off my case, get off my case, get off my case
I’m a reasonable man,
get off my case, get off my case, get off my case




Pyramid Song




I jumped in the river and what did I see?
black-eyed angels swimming with me
a moon full of stars and astral cars
all the figures I used to see
all my lovers were there with me
all my past and futures
and we all went to heaven in a little row boat


there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt


I jumped in the river
black-eyed angels swimming with me
a moon full of stars and astral cars
all the figures I used to see
all my lovers were there with me
all my past and futures
and we all went to heaven in a little row boat


there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt








Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors




There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors in the rudders of big ships
And there are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that don’t
There are doors that let you in and out
But never open
And there are trapdoors
That you can’t come back from





You and Whose Army




Come on, come on
You think you drive me crazy
Come on, come on
You and whose army?
You and your cronies
Come on, come on
Holy Roman empire
Come on if you think
Come on if you think
You can take us on
You can take us on


You and whose army?
You and your cronies


You forget so easy
We ride tonight
Ghost horses










I Might Be Wrong




I might be wrong
I might be wrong
I could have sworn
I saw a light coming home


I used to think
I used to think
There is no future left at all
I used to think


Open up, begin again
Let’s go down the waterfall
Think about the good times and
Never look back
Never look back


What would I do?
What would I do?
If I did not have you?


Open up and let me in
Let’s go down the waterfall
Have ourselves a good time
It’s nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all








Knives Out




I want you to know
He’s not coming back
Look into my eyes
I’m not coming back


So knives out
Catch the mouse
Don’t look down
Shove it in your mouth


If you’d been a dog
They would have drowned you at birth


Look into my eyes
It’s the only way you’ll know I’m telling the truth


So knives out
Cook him up
Squash his head
Put him in the pot


I want you to know
He’s not coming back
He’s bloated and frozen
Still there’s no point in letting it go to waste


So knives out
Catch the mouse
Squash his head
Put him in the pot






Morning Bell/Amnesiac






The morning bell
The morning bell
Light another candle and
Release me
Release me


You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head
Howling down the chimney
Release me
Release me
Please
Release me
Release me


Where’d you park the car
Where’d you park the car
Clothes are on the lawn with the furniture
Now I might as well
I might as well


Sleepy jack the fire drill
Round and round and round


Cut the kids in half
Cut the kids in half






Dollars and Cents




There are better things to talk about
Be constructive
Bear witness
We can use
Be constructive
With your blues


Even when its only warnings,
Even when you’re talking war games.


Oh Why don’t you quiet down?
(Maybe I want peace and honesty)
Why don’t you quiet down?
(Maybe I want to live in the children’s land
And you know maybe, maybe I)
Why don’t you quiet down?
(Maybe I’ll wander the promised land
I want peace and honesty)
Why don’t you quiet down?
(I want to live in the promised land
And maybe wander the children’s land)
Quiet down! (Yeah, and there, there we can free)”


You don’t live in a business world,
you never go out and you never stay in.
We all have goals in a liberal world,
living in times when I can stand it babe.


It’s all over baby’s crying,
its all over baby.
I can see out of here.
All over the planets dead,
all over the planet, so let me out of here.
All over the world.


Oh Why don’t you quiet down?
(Maybe I want peace and honesty)
Why don’t you quiet down?
(Maybe I want to live in the children’s land
And you know maybe, maybe I)
Why don’t you quiet down?
(Maybe I’ll wander the promised land
I want peace and honesty)
Why don’t you quiet down?
(I want to live in the promised land
And maybe wander the children’s land)
Quiet down! (Yeah, and there, there we can free)”


we are the DOLLARS & CENTS
and the PoUNDS and Pence
the MARK and the YEN
We are going to crack your little skulls
We are going to crack your little souls


we are the DOLLARS & CENTS
and the PoUNDS and Pence
and the PoUNDS and Pence
We are going to crack your little skulls
We are going to crack your little souls


We are the dollars and cents






Hunting Bears
Instrumental




Like Spinning Plates




While you make pretty speeches,
I’m being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance


When this just feels like spinning plates.
I’m living in cloud cuckoo land.
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river.






Like Spinning Plates




While you make pretty speeches,
I’m being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance


When this just feels like spinning plates.
I’m living in cloud cuckoo land.
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river.






Life in a Glass House




Once again, I’m in trouble with my only friend
She is papering the window panes
She is putting on a smile
Living in a glass house


Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens
Think of all the starving millions
Don’t talk politics and don’t throw stones
Your royal highnesses


Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
Well of course I’d like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
But someone’s listening in.


Once again, we are hungry for a lynching
That’s a strange mistake to make
You should turn the other cheek
Living in a glass house


Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
Well of course I’d like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
But someone’s listening in.