Well I told you about the total eclipse now
but still it caught you unaware
But I'm telling you hold on, hold on
Tomorrow we'll be there
And even though you went to church upon Sunday
you thought you didn't even have a prayer
But I'm telling you hold on, hold on
Tomorrow we'll be there

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After the fall we'll be born, born, born again
after it all blows away
after the fall, after the fall
after it all blows away

We'll take a million years of civilization
We're gonna give it the electric chair
But I'm telling you hold on, hold on
Tomorrow we'll be there

I see a hundred million lonely mutants
they are glowing in their dark despair
But I'm telling you hold on, hold on
Tomorrow we'll be there

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Well the freak shall inherit the earth now
No matter how well done or rare
But I'm telling you hold on, hold on
Tomorrow we'll be there
We'll build our radioactive castles
out in the radioactive air
And I'm telling you hold on, hold on
Tomorrow we'll be there

What if your hair is like the sun? I'm sure you're not the only one.
Then why should I feel like the lights went out like you have done?
It took so long but I found out what everybody knew.
I said Bridget please. You said Bridget who?

And what about that perfect skin some higher power wrapped you in?
I'm sure there's many other packages as porcelain.
But you had all the answers and I never had a clue.
So I said Bridget please. You said Bridget who?

Bridget who? Who let that owl in here? What should I do?

Once almost timid you displayed a jack-o-lantern that you made
but now you've found some other uses for a sharpened blade.
You cut yourself a slice of life but not enough for two.
So I said Bridget please. You said Bridget who?

In dreams of vertigo you call, "I'll be your bridge and you won't fall"
Then I awake and find my Bridget's not a bridge at all.
So bottomless the chasm whence the echo rings anew.
I said Bridget please. You said Bridget who?

Aw woo I know I got it, wooooo I got it so bad, and don't you want it.

I have no second thoughts on how I came to be, 'cause only students want to know that.
I must confess that I can't get enough of me, and I am not ashamed to show that.
And why should I be sorry, why should I care, I can't help it if I've got that ...

Fatal charm,
Take a leg, ooh take an arm,
It's that fatal charm,
Take a bite, take a dip, take a lot.

Now just check this cheekbone, examine it with care, you'll find the marrow's more than ample.
Just check my DNA, my profile and my hair, I'm sure you're dying for a sample.
So why should I be sorry, why should I care, I can't help it if I've got that ...

Fatal charm,
Take a leg, take an arm.
It's that fatal charm,
Take a bite, take a dip, take a lot.

Everyone is living to lose, it happens that they don't get to choose.
I was born for Darwin to use, the jaw that man must not abuse.

As I'm standing here I am my own defense of why they drop like flies around me.
There are no stitches dropped, no creases and no dents, though all these defects may surround me.
Why should I be sorry, and why should I care, I can't help it if I've got that ...

Fatal charm,
Take a leg, take an arm,
It's that fatal charm,
Fatal eyes, fatal nose, fatal lips and fatal toes,
Fatal heart, fatal beat, fatal rhythm, fatal beat,
fatal hair, fatal arms, and fatal toes.

That fatal charm, and then I've got it.
I've got it so bad. I know you want it.
I know just what I have.
I'm sorry if the price is so high.
But those that see my face have to die.
I'm so sorry if the price is so high.
hey but those that see my face have to die.

Landslide, now you'd better tie your bib on, 'cause from now we're eatin' crow for sure.
Tongue-tied with a little yellow ribbon; I guess we won't be saying grace no more.
Oh, we discard our children like junk mail,
so smack your lips and nudge your wife
and quip that silence equals life.

'Cause now the fool is back upon the hill,
oh, counting every dream that he can kill.
Oh, the man who claims to understand has made a crime of holding hands,
and now that school is out the fool is back upon the hill.

Losing all the rights you once called human, except our favorite which is to be cruel.
Oh it's so confusing. Now the video will zoom in and hold the lovelorn up to ridicule.
Oh, as we disenfranchise everyone,
let's celebrate the swearing in
a weasel dressed in po' folk skin.

'Cause now the fool is back upon the hill,
oh, counting every dream that he can kill.
oh - woh Hallelujah! Everyone will know we're Christians by our guns,
and now that school is out the fool is back upon the hill.

At the grave of millions he choked back a couple reptile tears and then
Sir T.V. Friendly prayed we don't avert our eyes from evil once again - no not again.
Well, look who's talking - he gave himself away, but no one heard the things he had to say
'cause thrilled and slightly out of breath to get to choose our own slow death,
we helped the fool get back upon the hill.

Oh, we accept New Orders from on high:
to ruin nations on the pyre -
put out the lights but not the fire.

'Cause now the fool is back upon the hill,
counting every dream that he can kill.
It's the way in times like these to blame the sick for the disease,
so join the thin-lipped chipmunk race to slap the future in the face
'cause now the fool is back upon the hill.

He means well with his taxidermy smile,
and his voice an accusing yell in the demographic style.
But he doesn't really know what he stood for long ago,
So he'll set a spell and it's just as well.
From the echoing retreat of his padded cell he means so well.

He means well with his dime store posturings,
in an orgy of angst and blame though he hasn't lost a thing.
With an unremitting scowl, he'll insist on crying foul
though the charges fell like an empty shell.
Though the plummet brings a doubt that he can't dispel,
he means so well.

Couldn't tell you how he ended up clutching at the rail.
You bet it makes him queasy swallowing his tail.
But to play the jury wasn't quite what I meant to do -
I know that he knows that I meant well too.

He means well.
Uh-oh.

I was the one who begged for a promise,
I made a promise that I couldn't keep.
I was the one who swore to be honest.
I made my bed now I lie in my sleep.
Just one little step backward, just one little step back,
And I fell from grace into your arms.

I'm grateful to whoever sent me this angel.
They ought to be sainted or burned at the stake.
My heart from my home -- how did this get arranged?
One little step -- that's all that it takes.
Just one little step backward, just one little step back,
And I fell from grace into your arms.

Suddenly I'm drugged by this new ecstacy,
Suddenly I'm living a cliche,
Suddenly tomorrow is my enemy,
Suddenly your skin is my today.

Elbows brush
Secrets couple in the darkness
Cheeks will blush
Semicircles in the dark, nestling close
But the sweat lends an unhealthy sheen
to my brow, and I like to be clean

Hearts will fail
Sentiment is caught deserting
Cheeks will pale
Empty ceremony flirting with disease
and the outcome remains to be seen
Quite sensibly, I like to be clean

That's how grubby experience denies itself a guest
Holy rest comes only to those who have been good
Peace is absence of motion but the white gloves moves to test
if the guest has gathered more mildew than he should

It takes an education to see how the game is played
but it don't get in my mediocre dream.
And it takes an inspiration to see how the paint is spread,
but it don't get in my mediocre dream.

My mediocre dream
and the whole world starts to fade.
It's dark but I'm not afraid.
You can say that I've got it made.

My mediocre dream
Oh no it ain't quite focused yet,
don't want to know what I've got to get
because I saw it on my T.V. set.

And it takes imagination if you want to be afraid
but it don't get in my mediocre dream.
Don't wake me up!

My mediocre dream
The images in my eye like some conventional stimuli
and I react and I don't care why.
Why, why my mediocre dream.
Oh no it ain't quite focused yet,
don't want to know what I've got to get
because I saw it on my T.V. set.

Once upon a fairy tale a flimsy man wore lavendar and lace.
Soon the lie was gospel. If this gospel saves, it's only saving face.
Now the crop you once mistook for pansies are all wilted, nearly flat,
as the earth erodes for want for water, and you say, "I'll drink to that."

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Oh, it's kill or cure. That's how you get the odd man out.
You're pretty sure you've never met the odd man out,
but dear, there's one right here.
Won't someone let the odd man out?

Now the brother you would make a stranger knocks, but answer comes there none,
as you swear the table set for many has just room enough for one.
And there's even talk that God is going to take sides in this debate,
as he spurns his handiwork and says, "Oh Christ, what thing did I create?"

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Of two born equal in their soul, one's a fraction, one is whole,
or that's how we're taught to see.
What hurts the most is what's unseen, this transparent quarantine,
and we still just let it be.

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Put your bra back on
put your bra back on
because it's rising from the ash of long ago
And from the moment you smiled
I felt the call of the wild
and I said yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just can't say no

So put your bra back on
(don't burn it)
So put your bra back on
(don't burn it)
'cause what we need is some resistance from below
And from the moment you smiled
I heard the call of the wild
and I said yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I just can't say no

I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna see
I don't wanna know
So let your liberation blind me and explode

I don't wanna hear
I don't wanna see
I don't wanna know
because we got into this scrape
when we let ourselves go ape
and the beast did not escape, you let it go

When we opened the basement the battered cadaver looked brittle and small
Not a world weary gumshoe could say what occurred.
Then it blinked and it coughed and it sputtered - it wasn't quite dead after all.
It was only the shell of that beautiful word.

There was talk of unsavory methods and wills that were broken and crushed
but it seemed so alarmist and vague and absurd
till the grim light of dawn hit this vessel whose own very soul had been hushed.
Tell me what have we have done to that beautiful word?

That beautiful word fell like the sky.
What kind of lullaby turns love into a lie?
Say, haven't you heard? Letters this high spell out the reason why: lie.

First we drugged it with bald self-importance, then rented it out like a whore.
Fire and brimstone was always the payment preferred.
When it lay down with power and religion it couldn't get up anymore.
That's the way we crippled that beautiful word.

I can't even remember how it came how to be cursed.
But whatever the meaning now it means the reverse.
We used alchemy backwards to make lead out of gold.
Now this quivering cipher does whatever it's told.

We learned nothing from interrogation but how to turn faith into frost.
Now not even the glow of a cigarette stirred.
Fear came on little rat feet too late, and our own were the voices we lost
like the orphan we made of that beautiful word.

Big shots argue about what they've got
making the planet so hot, hot as a holocaust.
Blow up, everything's gonna go up
even if you don't show up in your chemise lacoste.

Total eclipse, it's a total eclipse,
it's a total eclipse of the sun.
Can't come to grips with the total eclipse
Just a slip of the lips and you're done.