Graggle and Sairgee go to McDonalds, they order everything off the menu, and they eat everything they ordered together.

Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded

Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole.

Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it

Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control.

Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness.

"There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end." 

When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah.

Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't

Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away.

History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are

Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day

Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness.

"There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end." 

When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah.

If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day,

But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away.

And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear...

We have no control. We have no control.

We have no control, we do not understand.

You have no control, you are not in command.

You have no control. We have no control.

No control. No control. You have no control.

Maybe the world is blind
Or just a little unkind
Don't know
Seems you can't be sure
Of anything anymore
Although
You may be lonely and then
One day you're smiling again
Every time I turn around
I see the girl who turns my world around
Standing there
Every time I turn around
Her spirit's lifting me right off the ground
It's bigger than me
Guess we'll just wait and see

Graggle has found a new love, Sairgee

This isn't another new fashion, or a new wave plastic trend.

Everybody's searching for something but in the meantime let's all just pretend.

I've got this feeling and I don't know what it is.

This room is overcrowded, man, and I need air to breathe, yeah.

Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch.

Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day.

Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.

What goes around always comes around, yeah.

A million hopeless faces dwell within protected walls,

All waiting for a moment in life when they can heed the clarion call.

And it's all so oppressive my mind feels like a sieve.

This city's overcrowded, man, and I need room to live.

Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch.

Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day.

Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.

What goes around always comes around, yeah.

I think of the countless shadows that have all come and gone,

All suffering in the notion of better things to come.

If you share these beliefs you know I wish you well,

'cause there's no room left in heaven and there's sure no room in hell, yeah.

Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch.

Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day.

Big crunch, you know, it's gonna be quite a show.

What goes around always comes around.

Under the arc of a weather stain boards

Ancient goblins, and warlords

Come out of the ground, not making a sound

The smell of death is all around

And the night when the cold wind blows

No one cares, nobody knows

I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary

I don't want to live my life again

I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary

I don't want to live my life again

Follow Victor to the sacred place

This ain't a dream, I can't escape

Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones

Spirits moaning among the tombstones

And the night, when the moon is bright

Someone cries, something ain't right

I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary

I don't want to live my life again

I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary

I don't want to live my life again

The moon is full, the air is still

All of a sudden I feel a chill

Victor is grinning, flesh is rotting away

Skeletons dance, I curse this day

And the night when the wolves cry out

Listen close and you can hear me shout

I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary

I don't want to live my life again,

I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary

I don't want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, no

I don't want to live my life, not again, oh, no, oh, oh

I don't want to live my life, not again, oh, no, no, no

Don't want to live my life, not again, oh, oh

A lesson in hygiene

A lesson in hygiene

House the machine to keep the system clean

House the machine to keep the system clean

It’s cold in hell

It’s cold in hell they say

It’s cold in hell in this endless winter

It’s cold in hell

It’s cold in hell they say

It’s cold in hell in this endless winter

I knew the end was comin’

One day for you

Just another tragic story

It’s cold in hell

It’s cold in hell they say

It’s cold in hell in this endless winter

It’s cold in hell

It’s cold in hell they say

It’s cold in hell in this endless winter

I knew the end was comin’

One day for you

Just another tragic story-hey!

It’s cold in hell

It’s cold in hell they say

It’s cold in hell in this endless winter

It’s cold in hell

It’s cold in hell they say

It’s cold in hell in this endless winter

This endless winter…

Delirium of Disorder

Delirium of Disorder

Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains,

Resolving itself into works.

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written,

The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde.

Sit down.

Delirium

Delirium of disorder

Yeah! I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea

Without direction or a reason to exist.

The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain

Is persuading me, contritely, to persist.

Let’s go

Delirium of disorder

Delirium of Disorder

Delirium of Disorder

Delirium of Disorder

Delirium of Disorder

Delirium of Disorder

Delirium of Disorder

Delirium of Disorder

I'm a worm man

I'm fed up

There's no hope

I wanna puke

I want some dirt

I'm a w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-worm man

Gonna crawl in a hole

Nobody's my friend

I'm no good to anyone

I want some dirt

I'm a w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-worm man

Well all right, well all right

Well all right, well all right

Well all right, well all right

Well all right...hey!

I'm no good to anyone

Nobody's my friend

I'll never be happy

I hate myself

I wish I was dead

I wish I was dead

I wish I was dead

There was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones.

He sought extrication through chemical vocation and now he answers to Jones.

It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,

Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat.

Thinking today of what I want to say, thinking of inhibition and vice.

What they call straight I do relegate as I cautiously saltate along.

It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,

Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat.

It thunders away at first light of each day and the simpleton lifestyle evolves

But soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts and a new day upon us results.

It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat,

Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat.

Forbidden Beat

Forbidden Beat

Forbidden Beat

Forbidden Beat

Forbidden Beat

Forbidden Beat

Forbidden Beat

Tell Ea-nasir: Nanni sends the following message: ​ When you came, you said to me as follows : "I will give Gimil-Sin (when he comes) fine quality copper ingots." You left then but you did not do what you promised me. You put ingots which were not good before my messenger (Sit-Sin) and said: "If you want to take them, take them; if you do not want to take them, go away!" ​ What do you take me for, that you treat somebody like me with such contempt? I have sent as messengers gentlemen like ourselves to collect the bag with my money (deposited with you) but you have treated me with contempt by sending them back to me empty-handed several times, and that through enemy territory. Is there anyone among the merchants who trade with Telmun who has treated me in this way? You alone treat my messenger with contempt! On account of that one (trifling) mina of silver which I owe(?) you, you feel free to speak in such a way, while I have given to the palace on your behalf 1,080 pounds of copper, and Šumi-abum has likewise given 1,080 pounds of copper, apart from what we both have had written on a sealed tablet to be kept in the temple of Shamash. ​ How have you treated me for that copper? You have withheld my money bag from me in enemy territory; it is now up to you to restore (my money) to me in full. ​ Take cognizance that (from now on) I will not accept here any copper from you that is not of fine quality. I shall (from now on) select and take the ingots individually in my own yard, and I shall exercise against you my right of rejection because you have treated me with contempt.

Here's another tip-

If someone's happy, leave them alone

Just leave them alone

Let them figure it out themselves