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All songs written, composed, played and produced by Tyler Freeman. Tabla on Gargoyle played by David Freeman.

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All That's Fit to Print

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Salesmen on Stage

look out, they're at your door
they've come to take all your score
all those burned cds and mp3s
is it a crime if it's not yours?
or is it a crime to sell it without reimbursing the source?

here comes mister businessman
followed by legions of fans
followed by wolves, greedy and snarling
ready to make their demands

i'll give you money if you sing to me
just like a whore you're not coming for free

give it back
its not your cash
give it back
you're so greedy
give it back
you know damn well those songs should be free

why can't you see
that mtv is just not free
all the money goes to
those greedy third parties
but at fifty dollars a t-shirt
who's the one who's really starving?

all the salesmen lined up on stage
playing the song that's all the rage
all the salesmen lined up on stage
trying to sell you a smaller cage
to sit in a listen
as they share their vision
of you trapped in their prison

here comes mister businessman
followed by legions of fans
followed by wolves, greedy and snarling
ready to make their demands

i'll give you money if you sing to me
just like a whore you're not coming for free
it's going to the pimp behind the scenes
behind the tees, the cds, the phony fans on mtv

give it back
its not your cash
give it back
you're so greedy
give it back
your reign's ending

Gargoyle

i won't be your slave anymore
you can't break me down

gargoyle!

seeing with stitched-up eyes
patching my wounds with cement parts
your love stays outside
where you can't rip it from my heart

i'm pulling pieces out of me
to build the wall in between
you and me
i can't see
why everyone with this disease
knows they won't get your empathy
help me
to break free
from this shell of hard concrete
made by misery, mistrust and conceit

i won't be your slave anymore
you can't break me down

gargoyle!

All That's Fit to Print

when i'm at a one-way street
i don't look both ways
but i'm smart enough not to trust
what's black and white these days
another fight or crash as a haze
clouding over the media's maze

break me out
i'm over being under control
sometimes you have to close your eyes
to see the truth

all this meaningless destruction
a big flaming distraction
with false captions
so the liars can take action
renegade flyers and weapon buyers
are a curtain of fear and blood and tears
in our retinas, numbed by antennas
and cables fetching you the latest retched stuff

come home from the nine-to-five
to catch the six o'clock lies
only the news that's fit to print
as long as it's congruent
and consistent
like the persistent pounding on my eyes and ears
telling me what to fear

you're bred to believe

sometimes you have to close your eyes
to see the truth
when you sit there
plugged in
shrugged in
head under the heel of the media's boot

so we found their leader in a hole in the ground
what do they fear now but a couple uranium rounds
left over from a war now gone
in it's place a soldier with a gun

just because you're not in a far-away land
doesn't mean you're not a puppet on their hand
they're not just after the oil under the sand
they'll take the bills from your pocket and the change from your hand

break me out
i'm over being under control
sometimes you have to close your eyes
to see the truth