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The Anatomy of the Tongue in Cheek
01. Kick-Off
02. Pressing On
03. Sadie Hawkins Dance
04. Down in Flames
05. Maybe It's Maybeline
06. Breakdown
07. Those Words Are Not Enough
08. For the Moments I Feel Faint
09. Lion Wilson
10. I'm Lion-O
11. What Have You Been Doing Lately?
12. May the Horse Be With You
13. My Way or the Highway...
14. Breakfast at Timpani's
15. The Rest Is Up to You
16. Failure to Excommunicate
17. Less Is More
Christians-- we're all afraid of fire.
We prefer to suck on pacifiers.
Baby pacifists, we're throwing fits.
We don't shake hands, we shake our fists.

We're cannibals.
We watch our brothers fall.
We eat our own, the bones and all.

Finally fell asleep on the plane
To wake to see we're going down in flames, down in flames.

We're going down, down, down in flames.
(We're going down in flames)
We're gonna drown, drown, drown insane.
(We're gonna drown insane)

We see the problem and the risk,
But nothing's solved.
We just say, "Tisk, tisk, tisk,"
And, "Shame, shame, shame."

Finally fell asleep on the plane
To wake to see we're going down in flames, down in flames.

Let's go!

Christians-- we mourn, the thorn is stuck
In the side of the body watch it self-destruct.
The enemy is much ignored
When we fight this Christian civil war.

We're cannibals.
We watch our brothers fall.
We eat our own, the bones and all.

Finally fell asleep on the plane
To wake to see we're going down in flames, down in flames.

We're going down, down, down in flames.
(We're going down in flame)
We're gonna drown, drown, drown insane.
(We're gonna drown insane)

We see the problem and the risk,
But nothing's solved.
We just say, "Tisk, tisk, tisk,"
And, "Shame, shame, shame."

Finally fell asleep on the plane
To wake to see we're going down in flames, down in flames.

Na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na, na na na na.
Na na na na, na na na na.
Bana na na na, na na na

Let me pause to clarify
('cause I'm sure you're asking, "Why?").
I stand before you and proudly claim
To belong to what this song complains.

I'm part of the problem,
I confess,
But I gotta get this off my chest.

Let's extinguish the anguish
For which we're to blame,
And save the world
From going down in flames.

Let me pause to clarify
('cause I'm sure you're asking, "Why?").
I stand before you and proudly claim
To belong to what this song complains.

I'm part of the problem,
I confess,
But I gotta get this off my chest.

Let's extinguish the anguish
For which we're to blame,
And save the world
From going down in flames.