SWEET: The Singles Of Jeebus

by Jeebus

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released 26 February 2010
© 2010 Jeebus
Cover art by Heather Alsup

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Track Name: Mock Cheer
When the world's biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
He braces for the unknown
Hand like an eyeshade to dim the flash
Quick flicker nose picker picked last
Flashbacks flicker past
He could bomb like a locker stink bomb
Like a water bomb, like an F-bomb
Flaming front-door shit bomb
The world's biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
Stifle your collective groan and
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
So get your bitch on
This oughtta be fun
He really thinks that
He's gonna get some.
All you pretty girls, you can condescend
To roll your eyes back, squeal and pretend
Think about your boyfriend
The world's biggest dork takes the microphone
When the spotlight shines on him and him alone
Stifle your collective groan and
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
Oh that's precious
He's so impressive
And you're so clever
Passive-aggressive
Don't have to clap with your right hands
Don't have to put him in your plans
Don't have to catch what he has
Don't have to mean it when you say he isn't so bad
Get on your knees, he's the savior
Get on your best behavior
C'mon and do the freak a favor
Tomorrow you can take it back and say whatever whatever whatever
Mock cheer over here over there wave your hands in the air 'cause you care
Oh, I know you don't care.
Mock cheer blue cheer blue tears of a clown
All the world love an upside-down frown-lined forehead foreplay dead roll over stop drop circle circle dot dot now you got you got the cootie shot the booty hot the beauty the cuties you got the rock out with your cock out you got the Moxie got the
Mock cheer
Let the world hear
Why is he up there?
I got no idea.
You cannot ruin
That shit he's doin
So cut him deeper
Than merely booing
Don't have to clap with your right hands
Don't have to put him in your plans
Don't have to catch what he has
Don't have to mean it when you say he isn't so bad
Half a life is lying
The other half, justifying
'Cause there are no points for trying
And this is not the set of arms you want to die in.
It's not the set
It's not the set
It's not the set
It's not the set
It's not the set
It's not the set
Of arms
You want
To die in.
Track Name: I'll Fake Manhattan
I want God
To kneel before me
To undo my zipper for me
To lick His lips
And gaze
In raw rabid lust at what He made.
I want booze
I want bitches
I want your name
I want your digits
I want to know what you look like on me.
In yellow shoes I get the blues
A bullet hole, a new tattoo
My belt's a piece of trash
And my cravat is fuckin Vaudeville
My t-shirt says "demented"
And my pants say "unrepentant"
And my jacket tells the world that I don't care about a jacket
Make it tighter make it brighter make it hotter make it wetter make it higher make it shorter make it younger make it dumber
I want booze
I want bitches
I want your name
I want your digits
I want to fuck you 'til you die.
Die.
Die.
Die.
Die.
Die.
I'll fake the Stooges
I'll fake the Stones
I'll fake the Dolls
And the Ramones
I'll fake Manhattan
NME won't know the difference.
Track Name: 1991
We are the products of coincidence
Of non-events
Of 1991.
Rock the record stores and concert halls
We know it all
We rule
Forevermore.
Sing the ballads of the big-haired bands
Throw up your hands
And watch the world move on.
Say goodbye and become the past
The long-lost class
Of '91
Yeah
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered shopping malls.
We invented rock and roll.
We perfected loneliness.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
When the radio's on
But the passion is gone
When the music changes and leaves you
Wherever you are.
We're the fashion victims of coincidence
The consequence
Of 1991.
The pants shrank to microscopic size
Now vacant eyes
They mark us
Dead and gone.
You little fuckers get a few short years
Then check back here
We'll see how far you fell.
'Cause everybody ends up just like this
And no one listens
When you tell 'em
We were the first and the last and the only
Hearing in surround sound
Seeing in 3-D
We discovered cigarettes.
We invented loneliness.
We perfected rock and roll.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little indie kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
To be caught unawares
In a musical chairs
When the record stops and leaves you
Wherever you are.
Wherever you are.
In 1991 they put the first man on the moon.
In 1991 Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In 1991 some monkeys learned to walk upright.
In 1991 God said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT"
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
Wherever you are
I hope you're happier than I am.
And all the little emo kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little indie kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
And all the little scenester kids
Have no idea how the fuck it is
But they'll learn
How it feels to be lost
Ten years out from your prime
Wondering was it the people?
The place?
Or the time?
In a hole like an outline
Of someone long gone
With a memory that grays to a haze
After '91.
Track Name: A Gray Area
Between child abuse and discipline
Between free will and Ritalin
Between the white fence and black neighborhood
Between common law and the common good
I grew up in
A gray area.
Between the safety catch and muzzle flash
Between the salt of the earth and white trash
Between an honest job and a slave wage
Between the good old days and the stone age
I grew up in
A gray area.
Public school is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Burger King is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Happiness is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Supermarket's just around the corner
Everything's fine
Shopping mall is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Happiness is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Between the man's man and the chauvinist
Between the goodnight kiss and the therapist
Between thoughtfulness and obligation
Between respect and intimidation
Between child abuse and discipline
Between free will and Ritalin
Between the white fence and the black neighborhood
Between common law and the common good
I grew up in
A gray area
Public school is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Burger King is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Happiness is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Supermarket's just around the corner
Everything's fine
Shopping mall is just around the corner
Everything's fine
Happiness is just around the corner
Everything's fine.