Nothing too prosaic
Nothing too archaic
Here’s your wakeup call
We are provocation
We are instigation
Here’s your wakeup call, your second call
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are
You can sting or be stung
You can fling or be flung
It’s all up to you
When they’re being with you
They’re agreeing with you
What you say is true, it comes from
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are
You can wait for saviors
Meting out their favors
You can wait and wait
Hope may spring eternal
Sounds a bit maternal
Do you want to wait, or crash the gate
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are
Balls. All you need are,
Balls. To succeed are
Balls. All you need are.
Others will respect you
Others will elect you
They’ll accept your calls
Others will desire you
They may not admire you
But they will admit
You do transmit
Balls.

I earned my reputation
Then, when it was expected
Now, there’s a new equation
Who wouldn’t feel dejected
But I’m much more than this
More than a sex machine
I really do exist
More than a sex machine
Well, happy happy birthday
You’ll get what you had wished for
Art, talk and contemplation
Someone who is an eyesore
But I’m much more than this
More than a sex machine
I really do exist
More than a sex machine
More than a sex machine
More than a sex machine
Oh, what a time
That’s what you said
You never asked
Are you well-read
You never sought a sensitive side
All that you said was, 'ride, baby, ride.'
But I’m much more than this
More than a sex machine
I really do exist
More than a sex machine
I may not be poetic
Still phony rhymes with phony
I may be too athletic
Too healthy and too tony
But I’m much more than this
More than a sex machine
I really do exist
More than a sex machine
How should I look
What should I say
How should I move
What sense is conveyed
I’m much more than this
More than a sex machine
I really do exist
More than a sex machine

Scheherazade, you enslave me
Others begged, crying 'save me'
Wasted words, hatred tore me
Scheherazade, tell me stories
Ships at sea, all imagined
Bravery, all imagined
Bloodless blood, colorblindness
Scheherazade, who’s behind this?
Scheherazade, there’s a sameness
To the world in its plainness
But your worlds are on fire
Filled with lust
Filled with liars
Once upon a time
Very, very long ago
Once upon a time
Very, very far away
All I want are illusions
Scheherazade, no conclusions
Every night, entertain me
No repeats, entertain me
Ships at sea, all imagined
Bravery, all imagined
Bloodless blood, colorblindness
Scheherazade, you’re behind this
Scheherazade, Scheherazade, Scheherazade, Scheherazade
I won’t kill you

I don’t know about you, but I’m sitting pretty
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
Vodka on ice, and a hostess who’s witty
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
Buckle up, buckle up, buckle up, daddy-o
Stow your bags overhead or it ain’t a go
Buckle up, buckle up, buckle up, daddy-o
You never know, you never know, do you
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
We’ve got reservations
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
We’ve got reservations
I don’t know about you, but I love adventure
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
On Aeroflot, every flight’s an adventure
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
Stretch on out, daddy-o, we’re talking space
Every pilot is an honored Mig ace
Leningrad, St. Petersburg, in either case
You never know, you never you, do you
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
We’ve got reservations
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
We’ve got reservations
Way back in coach they’re singing ‘Viva Vacation’
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
Up here in business is the United Nations
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
Blinis on your plate and Eisenstein on screen
Richard Branson must be turning red or green
Stewardesses look like high-school beauty queens
They never say nyet, service supreme, supreme
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
We’ve got reservations
We’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot, we’re flying Aeroflot
We’ve got reservations
'Thank you for flying Aeroflot'

The dogs are letting postmen come and go
The muscle cars are driving way too slow
And everybody’s walking on tip-toe
For every yes, a hundred no’s
The kind of day when nothing hits the fan
The kind of day when nothing’s in demand
The kind of day when music means Chopin
And love is shown by holding hands
It’s the calm before the storm
Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune
It’s the calm before the storm
False sense of security, shown to be a forgery
And everybody’s talk is monotone
And everybody’s look is monochrome
And everybody’s flight has been postponed
The loudest sound’s a dial tone.
It’s the calm before the storm
Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune
It’s the calm before the storm
False sense of security, shown to be a forgery
Something’s about to break, but is isn’t clear (Not enough was going on, oh no)
Is it something we should cheer (Not enough was going on, oh yeah)
Is is something we should fear (No enough was going on, oh yeah)
The ocean doesn’t feel like making waves
There’s no one that the lifeguard needs to save|
And on one’s in the mood for feeling brave
We’re well behaved, so well behaved
It’s the calm before the storm
Something big is coming soon, something that will change your tune
It’s the calm before the storm
False sense of security, shown to be a forgery

Look askance
Just a glance
Just enough
To incite the wrath
Of her confidante
Strong though gaunt
And that's how to get your ass kicked
How to get your ass kicked
Never learn
To discern
Areas
Where you don't belong
So you venture out
Head in clouds
And that's how to get your ass kicked
How to get your ass kicked
I know, I know, I know, I know
Driving home,
Bikes in chrome
Cut you off
And you flip them off
And they take their turns
Many turns
And that's how to get your ass kicked
How to get your kicked
I know, I know, I know, I know
In the end
Then is when
You will pray
But you won't be answered
And then you'll go
End of show
And that's how to get your ass kicked
How to get your ass kicked
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well

It’s the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It’s a miracle, a miracle, a miracle, yeah
It’s the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It’s immaculate, immaculate, immaculate, yeah
It’s improbable, improbable, improbable, yeah
It’s the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It’s impeccable, impeccable, impeccable, yeah
It’s the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It’s the bullet train, faster and faster, oh yeah
It’s the bullet train, faster and faster, oh yeah
It’s the bullet train, faster and faster, oh yeah
It’s the bullet train, faster and faster, oh yeah
Can’t we work this out between us, can’t we work it all out
Can’t we work this out, work this out, work it all out
I should learn from those around us to be more round about
Can’t we come to some solution, can’t we work this all out
And to the right, Fuji, Mt. Fuji, oh wow
Yes, to the right, the rarest sight, Mr. Fuji, oh wow
We can count ourselves lucky, oh so lucky, oh wow
It’s the rarest sight, Fuji, not hidden by clouds
If you’re gonna cry, better wait, do it at home
It you’re gonna cry, gonna cry, do it at home
On the bullet train, nobody, nobody cries
No one’s ever cried, never, on the bullet train, no
It’s the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It’s a miracle, a miracle, a miracle, yeah
It’s the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It’s immaculate, immaculate, immaculate, yeah
It’s improbable, improbable, improbable, yeah
It’s the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It’s impeccable, impeccable, impeccable, yeah
It’s the bullet train, bullet train, bullet train, yeah
It’s a testament, a testament to science and art
It’s a testament, a testament, to who that we are
It’s a monument, a monument, to science and art
It’s a monument, a monument to who that we are
It’s proficiency, proficiency, proficiency, yeah
It’s efficiency, efficiency, efficiency, yeah
How the fabric and the finish and the glass intersect
It’s the bullet train, bullet train, so what’s next?

I confess that this is really not my song
I bought it in Hong Kong
It's a knock off
I confess that this is really not my voice
Although I had a choice
It's a knock off
So close to real
The look, the feel
So close, and yet
The paint's still wet
You keep thinking that you're really holding hands
Sorry, that's no hand
It's a knock off
Just my luck that I would look into your eyes
Then I realized
They were knock offs
So close to real
The look, the feel
So close and yet
The paint's still wet
I can guess that though you really wear it well
What you're wearing well
It's a knock off
And the Renoir you see hanging on the wall
Bought it at the mall
It's a knock off
So close to real
The look, the feel
So close and yet
The paint's still wet

Irreplaceable
As you search secondhand
To replace what you lost
He's a nervous old man
And you ask 'what's this cost'
Somehow it crashed to the floor
Where's the concern, he knows there's more
Somehow a note's on your door
You have been burned, there are no more
Irreplaceable, it's irreplaceable
As you search the cafés
To replace what is lost
All their eyes start to glaze
When you drone on your loss
Somehow you stumble and fall
Glass everywhere, everyone roars
Somehow a telephone call
You were a pair, not any more
Irreplaceable, it's irreplaceable, not interchangeable
They're designed to break, they're designed to break
They're designed to fail, they're designed to fail
They're designed to flake, they're designed to flake
They're designed to fail, they're designed to fail
Irreplaceable, it's irreplaceable
If you should stumble and fall
You may turn red, fire-engine red
One month from now you'll forget falling at all
But who's in your bed
Irreplaceable, it's irreplaceable

Hey you, tell me what you know
Hey you, tell me everything you know
Why the subjects move to a constant beat
Would the motion change with more heat
Do the subjects have appetites
Does this just occur on one site
It's educational
Hey you, tell me what you know
Hey you, tell me everything you know
Do the subjects seem to react to light
Do the males among them tend to fight
Does the blank look mask pain or fear
Does it bother them that we're here
It's educational
Hey you, tell me what you know
Hey you, tell me everything you know
Is it all a part of a mating rite
Why are some quite black and some quite white
Do they sleep by day and live by night
If you get too close, will they bite
It's educational
Do they ever stop or break down
Do they not look up or look down
Does it bother them that we're here
Although it's not cmpletely clear
It's educational

I heard the angels call your name
I heard the angels call your name
They feel ashamed
They feel ashamed
Because you look so fucking good
I saw the angels glaring down
I saw the angels glaring down
They feel inane
They feel in pain
Because you’re oh so fucking cool
Me, I take it in stride
Me, I know I’m on the right side this time
I see the angels disappear
I see the angels disappear
They feel confused
They feel bemused
They are a pale picture of you
Me, I take it in stride
Me, I know I’m on the right side this time
They’ve felt the heat
And felt defeat
Because you look so fucking good
They’ve felt the heat
And felt defeat
Because you look so fucking good