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You're staring at your watch,
You're staring at your watch again,
You're staring at your watch,
You're staring at your watch again
You're staring at your watch,
It's one of your neurotic habits,
Like back at the party,
So sick of psycho sychophantics
You're hot,
You're cold,
You can't think about it,
You're like the books along your wall
You're jaded,
Overrated,
There's no doubt about it,
So here's a new book for you to read
You're talking to yourself,
You're talking to yourself again,
You're talking to yourself,
You're talking to yourself again
You're talking to yourself,
About a friend who was put away,
For breaking in labs,
And once again, you've got nothing
Of value to say
You're hot,
You're cold,
You can't think about it,
You're like the books along your wall
You're jaded,
Overrated,
There's no doubt about it,
So here's a new book for you to read
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower