More favorite GbV/Bob lyrics.

Service time is lonely
Live it up before you pass away

I feel life passing on by us

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Disregard injury
And race madly
Out of the universe by sundown

And I will stay to help you prepare for
What it was you said
I could not afford to miss

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Make yourself happy to know
It's going to be a scream

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Time's wasting and you're not gonna live forever
And if you do
I'll come back and marry you
No use changing now
You couldn't anyhow and ever

It's not the way that I fear that I feel
It's the way you act
It's the way you look when you're near me
It's not so hard to conceal to conceal
It's the things you say
It's the things you do go right through me

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And now no great philosophy prevails
May the cold wind always ripple through your sails
Good luck sailor

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It's been a long ugly winter
I need a sunbath

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Take a break from this year's bungle
Same country, different jungle

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I am quail and quasar
I've picked you up on radar
I do my job each day
Empties crushed and fired away
And there is nothing worse than
An undetermined person
Can I abuse you, please,
In my subspace biographies

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Yeah we did it
We brought you in this ready
Takes a quick one to find the light
High speed child in motion
And you can't come along for the ride
Yeah we made it
With a pitchfork and machete
Wow, that's amazing, can I try?
No, dangerous weather is approaching
and we wouldn't want you to slide

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Why can't you find time in your schedule to pick up?

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Believe in me as I see you!

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Got a brand new car with hideaway lights
and a blue racing stripe
Cost a little extra but it's worth it to me
When it burns through the exhaust pipe
I'd like to take you on a quick spin sometime
Show you what its got
I can't believe you chose to work in the line
I'm so glad that I'm not

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I hear you crying
You're only
A lifetime away
I feel you dying
Relying
On what the people say

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My life is dirt but you seem to make it cleaner
Reduce my felony to a misdemeanor
When I feel sick you're an antibiotic
Organize my world that was pointless and chaotic

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In the early days
He was bursting with confidence
I saw the light
The shiny dream
Over the years
He began to submerge
The nervous wreck
We know him to be
The nervous, twisted wreck

So watch out for Joker Bob
I wish he were just a distant relative
But he's razor close, like blue-green gelatin
Icy cold, acid in his heart

And with this we shall draw the electrifying conclusion

They strapped him in
Still chewing his bubblegum
They did the Jesus-shock
As the reporters watched
Finally, his ticker stopped
And they buried him with a smile on his puss

And that's the electrifying conclusion

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