In a room 
Colored like candy
There lives a junkie 
You used to know
Don't be ashamed
If you can't remember the name
Of his claim to fame
On alt-rock radio

On 1997 FM
When you kind of feel like Garbage again
Nineteen ninety-seven
Nineteen ninety-seven
1997 FM

Can you hear
Can you hear
Hear the echo
Hear the echo
Of the voice that
Of the voice that
First said hello
Shadow, hello
Can you see
Can you see
See the way
See the way
He used to hold
He used to blow
The microphone 
The microphone

On 1997 FM
When you kind of feel like Garbage again
Tune in
Turn it up
Drift off
Slip back
Rewind
Back in time
On 1997 FM

Shake your faith to the sound
Of growing up and feeling down
Tune in
Turn it up
Drift off
Slip back
Rewind
Back in time

On 1997 FM
We all need a break
Can I get an Amen
Tune in
Turn it up
Drift off
Slip back
Rewind
Back in time
On 1997 FM
Oh it's 1997 FM
When you kind of feel like Garbage again
Nineteen ninety-seven
Nineteen ninety-seven
1997 FM

1997 FM

In the trust 
Of those who were just 
Thrust from dust
Assembled in a rush

No one can take the place
Of my young hyperactive apes
Gathered round blasting cops away
In what looks like West L.A.

Pretty soon we see through the game
In a critical way
But the fun of playing it remains

All my friends
Will one day face down their ends
Disassemble then transcend

After five hours of Tony Hawk
I could stand and relearn to walk
It was round about midnight
When I think your dad turned out the lights

Pretty soon we can see in the dark
My cells are coming apart
And we kill the console and depart

Get on your fucking bikes
It's time to ride
Do we give up where we been down to?
Easier to just lie
I don't want to come in
Now I've captured a sigh
You only get so much time to mess this shit up
Before you (die)

How long until we repeat tonight?
Scurrying between headlights
Though out here I have nothing to hide
(We're) just shadows of primate shapes
On the planet of the apes
But all our friends are along for the ride
And I ride with my friends until we die

In the trust
Of those who were just 
Thrust from dust

It was round about 3AM
Somebody said "we better get back in"
You gotta toe the lines while you're young
And only color outside them after you've already won

Pretty soon we see through the game in a critical way
But the fun of playing it remains and
Pretty soon we'll wash down the drain of the physical plane
And no trace of us existing will remain

Ape Planet

As the day was being pried open
On the way to school
Third row from the back
In a cocoon 

The Turtles on my side
With one wary eye
On the houses going by

Dimension X
Belligerent ghouls
Dimension X
There's no telling what might come
Through that portal of hellspawn
But it's something I'd like to shed light on

Hands jammed into my pockets
I walked on new carpet
Past the hall monitor
And under the lights of an incubator

Dimension X
Belligerent ghouls
Dimension X
There's no telling what might come
Through that portal of hellspawn
But it's something I'd like to shed light on

God bless recess
And my glasses for not falling off
And no nosebleeds
And G.O.D. bless the Q.B.
For not passing to me
Out here in the weeds

Fear is just one color of the sky
And at times it must be let to cry
You must take a chance on the unknown
Even if the outcome
Will be written
In brimstone

But what can you do?
Dimension X
There's no telling what might come
Through that portal of hellspawn
But surely it's hellspawn

Dimension X

I had no idea you could wake up
feeling bored enough to take pleasure in pain
That you’d hit up the state fair 
and get fucked up while you’re there
To see the game in something already so lame

Plus I get shy
When I get high
I’m staring up at the grotesque underside
Of a carnival ride
When I’m coming up
And I’m feeling down
And I’m coming up
And I’m feeling down

And my friends think that everything’s peachy
It's a rotten apple dipped in caramel sauce
Maybe if I can avoid the rides
The ones that make me dizzy
But I’d so rather just chalk up the loss

See I get shy
When I get high
The first hill of the roller coaster’s ahead
And I’m feeling the dread
When we’re going up
And I’m feeling down
When we’re going up
And I’m feeling down

I retreat to where some grass still survives
And the air of the autumn still bites
The silence is beautiful
It makes me feel happy
The night still holds some ground that’s safe from the lights

Cause you know me
Even when I've smoked weed
I get shy
When I get high
And I think I may have lost my whole crew
In the hullabaloo
While staring into the mechanical guts
Of the teacups
And I’m coming up
And I’m feeling down
And I’m coming up
And I’m feeling down
And I’m coming up
And I’m feeling down
And I’m coming up
And I’m feeling down

Coming Up

Breathe
Keep breathing
Through the modem

AOL will provide for indigo child

A new means with which
To educate the populace

And to drain me drain me
Of the youth remaining
Drain me drain me
Here we are now
Entertain me
And drain me drain me
It feels good

A little red corvette
At keyword "usenet"

AOL will provide for indigo child

A new means with which
To educate the populace

And to drain me drain me
Of the youth remaining
Drain me drain me
Here we are now
Entertain me
And drain me drain me
It feels good

My friends and I
Know what we witnessed tonight
Eyes wide
Framed in red
Nothing less
Than the truth naked

Cyberporn

There’s a place called high that the older kids know
Would you like to go down?
They don’t really like posers hanging around

And you may find that it helps you
And if not then that’s cool too

So if you’re down I wanna smoke you out

When you get high it’s just like a drug
Do you like to think stuff?
You can feel your feet float right up off your mom’s rug

And you may find that it helps you
And if not then that’s cool too

So now it’s time you smoked down
And now it’s time you smoked that loud
And if you’ll allow I want to smoke you out

Let’s get high in the basement

And now it’s time you smoked down
And now it’s time you smoked that loud
And if you’re down I want to smoke you out

Let’s get high in the basement

So now it’s time you smoked down
Fade out into a fucking smoke cloud
And if you’re down
I wanna smoke you out

High In The Basement

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