If you don't own "Adopt-a-Throwaway", then tough, cuz the lyrics for "Operater" are in there. As for the other ones on this space, here you go...we'll be posting new songs, and therefore new lyrics, etc, very very shortly.

"Levittown"

You say, "Don't come near me...I'm used property of a world pressed for time. We're confused, and colliding."
My, oh my.
Six days spent with you convince me I'm a child.
"My, oh my."
What if it rains now, and we don't get to part?
I keep holdin' onto the idea of walkin' with you through town.
I'm not wishin' you dry...I'd be up here alone.
I'd miss you by my silence, and curse the sun.
God save the clouds...we'd walk for hours..our hopeless hell.
"Are you missin' me now?
Are you missin' someone else?
Are you in love with me?"
Are you the same girl that got left behind?
I hope, and I'm waiting for Levittown.
Because of the disorder you believe that I can make you offer anything I please.
Down by the docks...Barefoot in gravel...Find ourselves in love.

We stand in water.
She's oddly calm.
I don't care about noi one else, but I know she's gone.
My, oh my.
Off she goes now, all aboard at nine.
My, oh my, oh my.



"Rotten Little Eyes"

I want your rotten, little eyes to fall out of your head...
Your attention paid anywhere else.
Tie your knees from your stomach, then back to your shoulders.
Goin' for a ride...
Take care, dear, not to let matters of breathing concern you.
Hell, they don't concern me.
I want your rotten, little lies to get out of my head.
There's no redemption for anyone here...
"Cause you're breathing the last of a life, and it's over.
I can't forget.
I don't know how.
I've held my breath.
I'll hold yours now.
Cold sweat in front of the mirror.
We belonged together,
But it's just the ending of a song.




"The Crawling Song"

With a ticket, and a swollen heart...
And a stomach full of razor blades...
I'm tired, and awake, and there's history, when there should be more
Than killing time,
For the sake of a rainy day, let's pretend that there's nothing left to say.
I'm numb, and alone, with a temper and a broken eye...
And then a song.
Chain store sale
I'm the butcher with an aftertaste, and I'm starving but I'll have to wait.
'Cause I swallowed every answer you gave, and I'm staring at a kitchen plate.
Taking measures... I'm doing fine.
Chain store sale.
Chain store sundays...she's still here.
The Crawling Song is always there,
It's always on.
It's always on...The Crawling Song is always there.