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The light on the right has turned green Wandering around – so much to be seen. Remember when we were so clean. What’s ours is ours, nothing in-between.
Safe, your salvation Inside our nation
The light on the right is on me. All we ever wanted was to be seen. This is just where we begin. What’s mine is mine – Join the machine.
Safe, your salvation Inside your nation
Not gonna sell my soul – I’ll be doin’ fine tomorrow. Slow your assembly line – don’t steal, don’t beg, don’t borrow.
The light on the right is obscene. Everybody wants, what once had been. Wonder how we got so lean. What’s yours was ours and nowhere to be seen.
Safe, your salvation Insider nation Bye, bye, bye,
You’ve left again - There’s nothing on T.V. Alone again, yeah, no one here but me! I’m talking to myself ‘cause I know just what to say. Here’s a list of things I’m gonna’ do while you’re away:
I’m hosing down the driveway. I’m raising up the flag. Iron out some wrinkles. Empty my goodie bag. So, go ahead without me - I’ll be coming soon. Right now I’m hitchhiking to the moon.
Well, you’re still gone, and I think it’s gonna snow. Without you here, you know I hold my own. Gotta’ grip the situation, lightening my load. Roughing up the hostages like I was Russell Crowe
Will your story seize the day? Who reads the papers anymore, anyway?\ From this angle it’s all the same.
Got all these things to do Hey where’re you going to Just got some things to do Please hold a moment. We’ll be over soon
Do we get what we deserve? Some have the shame, some have the nerve. I like you better when you reserve
Not much to say. The scene is stale. My feet don’t sweat where they’ve been to. And in this world, there are some holes. Just gotta learn to wash your shoes
Now I fear I’ve passed behind. Share everything but what’s on my mind. They say this too shall pass, you’ll find.
Escape and run and feed the rats that circle in my head.
No one is real. And nothing is true. So I’m cool baby, cool baby, cool.
Pandora’s Box is round. Slink to sell the sound. ‘Til we become who we are, Pandora’s Box is round.
The neon outside has been flashing for years. There’s a buzz in my head, that’s been frying my ears No one is real. And nothing is true. So I’m cool baby, cool baby, cool. We’re taking your cake, and we’re eating it too.\
There’s times when I’m walking backwards There’s times I run naked down the street There’s times when I’m talking smack-words There’s times when I’m dissin’ with a tweet
I gotta’ have a diamond kazoo I really gotta’ have a way to get back I gotta’ have a flying canoe I really gotta’ have a Fu Manchu, a kangaroo A pack of Juicy Fruit and a new taboo A cheap motel, a Taco bell Does is really matter when it all starts to smell
Sometimes my attention’s waning Sometimes my chins can’t hide my frown Sometimes I know what I’m saying Sometimes I’m the right side upside down
It’s time for a new intention It’s time for another way to steer Make way for the intervention It’s time for our dreams to re-appear.
I really gotta’' have a clue It’s getting down to me and you
You say “Babies”, Babies, we’ve gotta’ have Babies”. Everywhere I look, there are so many babies! You say “Time! Time!” - you want more of my time. I’m checking my time, there’s just not enough time. You say “Love, Love, Love, Love”, give me a shove. I’m tired and I’m broke and I’m all out of love.
Hey Baby, I don’t wanna! Now all I hear is ‘Yada, Yada’ Yeah Baby, I don’t wanna! Open your mouth and is ‘Yada, Yada’
Got a thousand words screaming ‘round my head. Too many words - paint a picture instead. Letting you go? Well if only I could. Like an angry fly, clinging on to my hood.
Hey Baby, I don’t wanna! Now all I hear is ‘Yada, Yada’ Yeah Baby, I don’t wanna! Open your mouth and is ‘Yada, Yada’
I don’t wanna know what’s on your mind. Don’t care if your kitchen has been redesigned. And all your band’s events, I won’t attend. I don’t wanna be your Facebook friend.
(Don’t wanna be your) Facebook Friend
Don’t wanna see your horoscope Or hear your half-cooked anecdotes. Don’t care for the politics that you defend. I don’t wanna be your Facebook friend.
Don’t really dig your Farmville chores And I’m not gonna fight in your Mafia Wars Won’t play your games, no, I won’t condescend I don’t wanna be your Facebook friend.
Don’t wanna be your late night text Not gonna be your chat room sex Why you poke me I don’t comprehend. I don’t wanna be your Facebook friend.
She’ll spark a fire that soon will fizzle. Had a brainstorm once (Much like a drizzle). God, look at you: You truly glisten! Talk a bit louder and I’ll pretend to listen.
So sweet you’re giving us a big ol’ cavity. Off your feet again, defying gravity. Sad as a lad who’s never been hugged. Bright as a light that’s come unplugged.
Hey, Ritalin Barbie, with your head in the clouds. What do you say, Ritalin Barbie, when the voices get loud.
Your actions louder than what you’re saying. Always go too far and you’re always staying. You starve your soul and you fix your face up. You gotta go now. Can’t you pick the pace up?
You’re saying prayers and counting your sheep. And all your dreams are losing sleep. Hot as the sun, and dull as the weather. Fall from the wall, who will put you back together?
Tee came up with the idea for this one as a humorous response to the widespread “green, clean, and healthy living” epidemic sweeping the Northwest.So instead of hopping on the bandwagon, we decided to take a few friendly shots at it (and the bullets were made from recycled gluten-free soy paste of course).We’ve actually been pleasantly surprised by how many vegans love the song, and find it especially endearing when they sing along to the lyrics at shows.I would have thought that a diet of sticks, birdseed, and rainwater might thwart the development of a sense of humor, and I’m glad so many kooky vegans have proved me wrong.How many songs have you heard that encourage wasting of natural resources, vegan cannibalism, and a proud and blatant disregard for the environment, while including geological nomenclature like “paleoclimatology”, and paying homage to Bob Saget?Probably not more than 7 or 8, and we hope that I ate a Vegan is at least in your top 6.Bon appetite, and Cheers!–E.J. and A.O.F.
I hate to recycle - It’s a lot of work Dividing garbage makes me feel just like a jerk. Got a carbon footprint the size of Peru. I like my S.U.V., and my hair spray too.
You want to scold me, but before you begin. I was so hungry once….I ate a vegan
Sure, I could set my heat, a few degrees lower, But then it would only get warmer . . . slower Eco friendly bulbs are more respectful But toss all my old light bulbs, well that’s neglectful!
You want to rebuke me, but before you begin. Well, you’ve heard the story…I ate a vegan
You know I like to triple bag it. Wasting trees, is disrespectful as Bob Saget. There are plenty of ways to save our ecology And I’m no expert in Paleoclimatology
And look, while I agree, that I could be more green I think you’re really missing the bigger point of the song here
