Say Anything - Hebrews Album Lyrics

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John McClane

Tiny man, chubby man, trembling scruffy,
lazy man sculpting with my puffy hands
an idol to my pride's demands.

Tonight, I need to be redeemed.
I'm in the nude, inhaling ice cream, talking to my dogs.
See something I can believe in.
Its the just in the jolt that I'm reading.
Chew at the seam of this fracture.
It's just the freedom I'm after.

One night I'll fail to remember.
One night apart from my gender.
No phallic need for ambition.
Help me escape from this kitchen.

I'm wasted. I taste it. Tiny mind.
Someone flog my tiny mind.
The internet has humped me blind.
I think i smoked too much this time.
I hear the call of something pure, luring me out of my door,
so I'm headed out now into the throb of no culture; into the wreckage of altars.

An altered state and an ending.
No petty putrid pretending.
Lets band together and belt it out to the marrow they melted.
You've got a finger, now use it.
No need for ambivalent music.

And she said
"You're on my tongue like a tab of poison.
I'm gonna wake with an anvil brain so if you want, stumble home with me, boy.
I'll be the Ripley to your john McClane. Oh god amnesia is a revelation.
I chew the root and the White House burns and as my eyes tumble back in my head, my fate erupts and my insides churn you out."

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Six Six Six

I believe in God but I've no reason to follow.
Lost my virginity to myself, I'm just sparks and meat.
I believe in love, but I'm gassy, dank and hollow.
I'd rather drink, smoke, die young, be reborn and repeat.
I belong in jail, but I lied my way to heaven, with a wife who hasn't learned that I'm Satan yet.
I want to burn my art, so I can carve one twee and modern, but I'll just serenade the chemicals. It's the cure that's hardly medical.

Six, six, six, I need a fix.
Never better, I'm a little bit sick.
I hold a grudge and a burden.
I hold a tongue and an organ.
Bang, bang, bang, I hit and ran, left my inner child dead in the drain.
I hold the fire and the hunger. I hold the name and the number: six, six, six.

Unimpressed by the symmetry of death.
Drown in butter 'til there's no hope left.
It's alright.
You think I'm worthy of your wandering eye?
I'm just a strung out, overweight Jewish guy.
So Lord, help me.

Six, six, six, I need a fix.
Never better, I'm a little bit sick.
I hold a grudge and a burden.
I hold a tongue and an organ.
Bang, bang, bang, I hit and ran, left my inner child dead in the drain.
I hold the fire and the hunger. I hold the name and the number: six, six, six.

[Andy Hull:]
You don't want to make, me come down.
You're trying to let it go, and opening your mouth.
You won't win.
You will bow down.
So let it go, no.
So let it go now.
[Max Bemis:]
All I want is to dethrone God, so I can be crucified
Crucified, crucified.
All I want! All I want! All I want! All I want!

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Judas Decapitation

This is the tale of a bearded sloth
Who debases himself so they can get their rocks off.
Recruits five skinny better looking men
To play guitar parts he'll never play again.
So it's lash after lash like a budget Christ
From every blog or zine that took the chance to look twice.
I'm not saying that this dude is me
Or speaking brutally of myself to gain traction. Action!
There goes the camera. Click.
American Indie-Rock is a game of pricks.
They're the gods of what was independent rock
And now is vaguely refined hogwash that I mock.
Jacket patched up with a Wesleyan degree.
Legs bound, tongue out, grinning as they piss on me
But I don't care, it's what I'm known for, I'll take it gleefully.

I'm wrong and you're right
That's my thesis here tonight
With my gut and my bulge
I'll make the whole world scream, the whole room bleed
I'll lose for your gain
If it'll spruce up my refrain
It's what they want.
The band plays while the ship goes down.
(The ship goes down. The ship goes down.)

"I hate that dude now that he's married.
He's got a baby on the way, poor Sherri.
That's not apropos.
He's not the wretch we know.
Chop his family up, so we can feed them to the front row.
Spike his fifteenth espresso with drugs
So he's convinced it's a manic delusion to know true love.
Be 19 with a joint in hand.
Never change the band.
Never ever be a ...real man."

I'm wrong and you're right
That's my thesis here tonight
With my gut and my bulge
I'll make the whole world scream, the whole room bleed
I'll lose for your gain
If it'll spruce up my refrain
It's what they want. The band plays while the ship goes down.
(The ship goes down. The ship goes down.)

[Gareth & Kim from Los Campesinos!:]
This isn't for the ones who know what it really means.
They just follow follow follow other people's dreams.
They were told by a friend of a friend of a friend.
Music made to be used and forgotten again like a whore, like a pair of washed out expensive retro boys underwear
We can never repair.

I'm wrong and you're right
That's my thesis here tonight
With my gut and my bulge.
I'll make the whole world scream, the whole room bleed.
I'll lose for your gain
If it'll spruce up my refrain
It's what they want. The band plays while the ship goes down.
The ship goes down! The ship goes down!
It's what they want!
The band plays while the ship goes down
The ship goes down! The ship goes down!
It's what they want!
The band plays while the ship goes down
The ship goes down! The ship goes down!

The band plays while the ship goes down.
The band plays while the ship goes down.

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Kall Me Kubrick

[Verse 1 - Max Bemis:]
There is a nebulous nut-crunching non-entity
In my jutting prenatal midsection
I judge my parents for a job that I could never hope to do
Because I'm a spoiled ball-less freak
It's not that I was reared wrong
Like they claim in every tepid, bleak Nirvana song
It's that I happened to be born
With a little shred of Satan in me that I can't quell
So let the flawless burn in hell

[Chorus:]
It's why I never sympathize, no
It's why I never, ever, ever feel at home
It's why I am puking out placenta
You lament the love you lost
So the squeamish die alone

[Verse 2 - Max Bemis:]
This song makes me feel like I've had a smidgen too much tequila
You're really not supposed to chase poison
With four full-on Red Bulls
I've never done crystal meth but I imagine this is what it
Feels like
Oh my God, I'm going to flip out
Oh my God, am I gonna choke and die before I even meet my daughter?
Slaughter anyone who understands
I don't need your helping hand
To my manager and fans; this is the gist of who I am

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Max Bemis:]
When you surrender your form to the digital swarm
My son, you wear the swastika
When you piss in her mouth in your Malibu house
My boy, you wear the swastika
You eat the young and wear the swastika
You rape the world and wear the swastika
You suck yourself and wear the swastika
Swastika, swastika!
Surrender your form to the digital swarm
My God, you wear the swastika
When you piss in her mouth in your Malibu house
My God, you wear the swastika
You eat the young and wear the swastika
You rape the world and wear the swastika
You suck yourself and wear the swastika
Swastika, swastika!

[Chorus]

Die alone, die alone
Die alone, die alone
Go, go, go, go, go!

[Outro - Chauntelle DuPree-D'Agostino:]
We're bred to growl and preen and claw like paper tigers
You can't just walk away now, walk away now
You're bred to fold and tear apart like paper tigers
I can't just walk away now, walk away now

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My Greatest Fear Is Splendid

[Verse 1 - Max Bemis:]
My greatest fear is a splendid thing
It's an image of a middle-aged me with an earring
Playing shows to an empty bar
While the bottle waits grinning by the shadow of a pop star
My girlfriend is a stripper named Steve
Lost Sherri though I begged, "Don't leave"
And she left for Italy with Johnny Depp
He swooped in quick on his jet when she left
And oh God, I'm smoking whatever they put in front of me
Three hundred pounds with a swollen frown
Mumbling verses, just swimming through the ground

[Chorus:]
I invite you to dethrone me, you've all had enough of me
Had enough of me, had enough of me
Your eyes do a 180, you will turn away from me
Put your spear in me, put the fear in me

[Verse 2 - Max Bemis:]
Old magazine by the Bemis toilet
Strategically placed for those who don't know yet
That I thought I'd be the next Billie Joe
But my attempt to emulate him was thwarted by my ego
The Twins are long gone, Parker ain't rung yet
Adam driven back to the arms of a Beckett
I'm a piss poor father so Lucy don't call
My baby don't call; she never calls at all
Oh gosh, I'm drinking like every man in my bloodline
Chris found me in a puddle of brine
I said, "Don't worry, Conley. Swear I'm fine."

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Keith Buckley:]
They say good things only happen to good people
Well, I guess that's why I worry
It's only a fear. It's only a premonition, dear
Slowing down, I'm in no hurry

[Max Bemis:]
"Jesus, dude! You smell like curry."

[Chorus]

[Outro - Max Bemis:]
Now I see you've had enough of me
Enough of me, enough of me

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Hebrews

When the United States of genocide
Decided to break free
They instilled a huddled mass
Of neuroses in me
Or maybe it was Palestine
With that wretched German dwarf
Who carved the need to self-preserve
To pander and perform

Wish I were a woman for
Their struggle is noble
But culture shock is all I've got
I've worn it through it all
As I give in and integrate
The Matrix breaks me down
The kyke will denigrate himself
For the amusement of the crown

[Chorus:]
(Oh, oh)
I'm just a sick little Injun
(I am, I am)
Whose graves were razed by tank engines
(I am, I am)
I'm just an African import
(I am, I am)
Whipped and bound as an export
I'm the Hebrew

They say to be a minority
Is melting in their pot
But this soup is foul, I wear a scowl
And pine for what I'm not
We make the best comedians
But sadly it's no joke
Chop off the hand of Abraham
Before he slits my throat, oh, God, no

[Chorus]

[Bridge x2: Max Bemis & Brian Sella]
I am a waste of a bar mitzvah
And all of my חַיִּים I've been sad
Oh, a שלעמיל, a שלימזל
Buried underneath spires of Babel

I want to go back home

[Chorus]

[Outro x2: Max Bemis]
Pleased to meet you
I'm the Hebrew

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Push

My God's in hell and all is well
Stitched up eyes and sickle cell
I cannot thaw the lack in me
Submerged in demonology but I hope beyond hope
I will not inflict
The wound that they left when they subtracted six million

So why am I repulsed by change?
A holy book has been deranged
And once a thing of beauty
Has been raped and cut to swaths by me
We breed to bloat and come and hate
Have I earned the want to procreate?
If you're in there, so hear me sing:
"I would choke for you, you're everything."

Burned at the stake (push it out)
A gene just a weight (push it out)
When the trauma leaks down (push it out)
And the bombs pepper melon sky
Hand on her skin (push it out)
The heaving begins (push it out)
The pain to which I cling (push it out)
Subsides as a cell divides

Awaken to her moans and pleas
Say, "Absent Lord, put strength in me."
I bend and break the metal bars
I would bleed to know just who you are

Push
Push
Push
(Push) push (push) push (push) push
Push push push push push push push
Push (push) push (push) push (push) push (push) push, push!

There's a cupboard in the parlor with a figure of a man
By the carvings of the tulips and the silhouetted shell
Who sailed a steady harbor with a not-so-steady hand
Naked but his Father's former belt he wears so well
There was a swelling in the threshold and a creaking in the floor
As a thousand thoughtless rhymes assembled on the shelf
While the Son and Heir of Black Holes, locked inside the drawer
With eleven Pilgrim Wives, sang "I refuse to be the twelfth!"
So he started on a plan the moment we first touched
(In the sorrow-ridden kiss of our parlor-ridden lives)
To be the tangle-coated lamb beneath the crooked brush
Of the Pilgrim's wooden fist until the Chimney-Sweep arrived
While attempting an escape through the broken metal bars
He hid behind the tulips, and when the Lord came near
I pressed against the face of the apothecary jars
And dreamt up a proper ending that I don't assume you'd care to hear

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The Shape Of Love To Come

[Verse 1 - Max Bemis:]
They say it takes some time to find the one you're meant for
I spent that time in stranger's beds
Had my mom pick me up at 5:30 in the morning
From a downtown loft where the Cthulhu inside me was fed
But now he's dead
And as these writers age, they run out of conflict to chronicle
Become flabby and mundane
But what we built in hell is anything but boring
It's the kind of love-lust that could drive a madman insane

[Pre-Chorus - Max Bemis:]
And the truth is I can't be aroused unless I'm in love
So thank God I found you, thank God I found you

[Chorus - Max Bemis and Sherri Dupree-Bemis:]
And I want you
And I need you, now and forever
And I want you
And I need you, now and forever

[Verse 2 - Max Bemis:]
With no irony, I'll exclaim, "You Are My Shelter"
As I sing along to your sister's tune
And you have built these walls since you were smaller than Lucy
I'm gonna break them down in the sheets of our shadowy room

[Pre-Chorus - Max Bemis:]
The truth is I can't be around unless I'm in love
So thank God I found you, thank God I found you

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Sherri Dupree-Bemis:]
"As I wrestle with my broken breath
I've got these scratches and sores
I watch you lit up by a machine
This is more than I can afford
It's got me tangled and tongue-tied
Heaving blackened lungs
I pay penance for the things I think
I've lost, and all I've done
So can you guide me, Sandman, with our bodies warm?
The only way I'll lapse into this coma
Is the spark of your sweet storm
The sound of rain in a graveyard
The sound of us escalates
So tell me that you want me, need me
And that it's not too late."

[Outro - Max Bemis:]
Soon you'll fall asleep
So breathe out the fear right now
All I really want to do is stay in bed with you
And make you happy
Soon you'll fall asleep
So breathe in the night right now
All I really want to do is be inside of you
And make you happy
Make you happy, make you happy
Make you happy, make you happy

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Boyd

Get in the oven, young cousin,
If your pupils dilate wide
Bearing your rufie and your butter-knife member,
wearing their scalps and hides

Don't put your hands on her
Don't read your poetry
Because it's worthless and it's didactic to me
Shave off your handlebar, stitch you to the car
I'll sell your organs off for tuition

So you better get her home by 11:30
Yeah you better get her home by 11:30

I'll take a look at your parents
and scour your DNA for your disease
So you can beg me or bite down
Your hollow words mean nothing to me

Don't blame your alibi
Don't sing your poetry
Because you found the lion deep inside of me
You are America
raised to bow and pray
Before the ivory palace where you lay

So many fish, so many fish
I'm gonna eat you raw
So many fish, so many fish
I'm gonna eat you, I'm gonna eat you

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A Look

Hitchhiker by the side of the road
You climb into his truck so he can bring you home
But when your pupils took a mallet to his crooked teeth
Well, his tongue swelled up and his bowels released
And you flashed a tiny smile, your karma gleamed.
He threw up blood and guts fell to his knees

Beauty, truth, don't relent,
come and slay him again
you blaze bright and he needs you, he needs you
Living under his thumb, tied up in the kitchen
I'm alive and I need you, girl

You know, you know, with a look like that you could kill someone
You know, you know, with a look like that, a look like that yeah

He was a serial killer upon my hopes and dreams
Like every model and actor, not pretty as they seem
He had a habit, a damnit for every "God" he spoke
He filled his core of goal with winding acrid smoke
so when you spread like a glow, a radiated echo,
To cleanse the city we need you, we need you
On my trail, leave a clue, I can glean and pursue
Girl, you know just what to do, girl you know just what to do

She spent her time with the hellhounds
Soaking up what blood she could find
The kind of girl with two talons for heels
And the price of her love on your mind
My dark twin, what a wretch, what a mess
Glimmering with fetching disease
You came into my life, swallowed her, ate her up
So you cut her from me

You know, you know, with a look like that you could kill someone
You know, you know, with a look like that, a look like that yeah
(Every time you lift me up higher, smothering my substance supplier
No mercy. set him on fire. you're consuming me)

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Lost My Touch

Ah-oh
Ah-oh

[Verse 1 - Max Bemis:]
Some say I've lost my touch at crafting Say Anything songs
I suppose I'll let you take my place on stage
It's not a difficult job to supplant, young one
And you're twice as insightful at half my age
Just string together lines of smug, self-loathing bile
Bare the chip, your shoulder holds the weight
Wield your ageless thesaurus, bludgeon ignorance
Clutch the awkward fifteen pounds you've grown to hate

[Chorus 1 - Max Bemis:]
The truth is
One day, you will be greater than I
The truth is
One day, I will be eclipsed
The thought of it
Brings a warm smile to my face
Cos I've lived
And bled
For this

[Verse 2 - Max Bemis & Christie DuPree:]
So grapple with your sexual misconduct and
Your drug use in a blunt, acerbic verse
And grate your voice and make a choice to hibernate
It's the better half of us that live the worse
Maybe if you're lucky, you'll shed corporate ties
Out there on your own, no sealed income
With rejects and misfits for friends, no shot at fame
Simmering in the glow of the angels in your home

[Chorus 2 - Max Bemis:]
The truth is
I'm warm in the blanket of my niche
The truth is
How you sing back makes me cry
There are many taught a love forgot
Ain't worth a damn
Not I
It will keep breathing when I die

[Outro - Jeremy Bolm & Christie DuPree:]
What's left to do but keep those words and phrases away?
The ones we all knew and live in fear to claim
I never say, "Washed up," as I prefer to say, "Washed over"
Because you can drown in the love of yesterdays

Cos you can drown in the love of yesterdays
Because you can drown in the love of yesterdays
Cos you can drown in the love of yesterdays
Love of yesterdays
Of yesterdays

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Nibble Nibble

The man who touched me
He cornered me beneath the trees
Offering candy
And bearing something cold for me
He reached inside me
To pluck the cherry from my heart
But when he gripped it
A billion teeth tore his hands apart

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Bastard children (gotta get you)
Your fathers are a pack of wolves (save somebody)
They're out to eat you (gotta hurt you)
They'll gobble you until they're full (safe inside me)
So trap them daftly
To thrill them in with flesh and musk
Project your voices
To deafen those who hear for us

Oh yeah (fixing me up today)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah (fixing me up today)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah (fixing me up today)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah (fixing me up today)
Oh yeah
alright, GO!!

Oh yeah (fixing me up today)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah (fixing me up today)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah (fixing me up today)
Oh yeah
Oh yeah (fixing me up today)
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