Unless otherwise noted, all songs written by Kurt Wagner published by Pathetic Hindsight, BMI and administered by Bug Music. I tried to figure these lyrics out. If you think I fucked up, send me an email. Or if you've got any other song lyrics, send them my way. magnificent obsession we all know love is free but gets you fried chicken i hear those people ring (?) conversation listen a false security breezes of the past impossiblity reminds us of what's best lost in topography each with our possessions those difficult days a butcher of our conscience a public enemy that reaches for our gutsy? heart a possiblity a magnificent obsession the man who loved beer to whom can i speak today the brothers they are evil and the old friends of today they have become unlovable to whom can i speak today the gentleness has perished and the violent man has come down on everyone to whom can i speak today the wrong which roams the earth there can be no end to it it is just unstoppable death is in my sights today and when a man desires to see home after many years in jail february through december we have such a tragic hue as separate as the fingers or suddenly as one as the hand and the violent man comes down on everyone the militant he hails you and you pay him no mind a painter with nothing left upstairs life needn't work out that way he's directing his misinterpretations fresh letters in the hard cement anagrammed by one tony d in any order: the kkk inscribed by an idiot i gouge them out with a screwdriver till there's nothing left but some crumpled concrete i shiver they are so very small the militant to be blunt or insensitive overrated underinsulated carefree loving man Moody Fucker I used to smile most any day I'm a moody fucker and what about the other night when i got pissed at you CHORUS: i don't want to cry no more how 'bout you I got a lot of sleep last night i'm a moody fucker now i got a lot to live for i don't care anymore what do i do? i don't have to cry no more CHORUS i've had a lot of time to think 'bout the things that i've thought of now i'm pounding on the brink to be a moody fucker CHORUS I'm a moody fucker... My Cliché i type at will? knobby nose take my pillow when i'm well ain't i nice you see it's mind over meal and it's trying still if you're trying for me maybe you could try and listen to my cliche and i said you you got these pictures you know them each as each other 'cause i'm kind of ashamed to be leavin' all i've gained here she be leavin' me nice way beyond this sacrifice my cliche bring me a vodka on ice even i can't pay that price i've got these pictures of you being nice at the same time my cliche i've been talking to you and i've been talking to you quick there goes my mind dry bones and blisters it's these little things, little things that made me cry leave me at will it's these little things we all feel i've got something to say and it will not go away my cliche My Face Your Ass (wagner/donald charles book) I wonder what would happen if the world was in a wire and the wire was in a spiral round a burning ring of fire and I wonder what would happen if the fire was on the wane and the wire was getting slower and the ring was on a chain Chorus: Ah yeah, I'll show your punk rock ass. and I wonder what would happen if the chain was on your neck and the ring was on your finger and the pile was in quebec and i wonder what would happen if the world was in a wire and the wire was in a spiral round a burning ring of fire chorus