Chemical Soul
written by: Jak Locke

version 2:
from Yellow Light District (2003 October 15) (2:21)
Leave behind your troubled days and tie your cares behind
Tin can ashtrays on the floor, fifth time hitting rewind
There's a naked man in the corner and a film crew passing by
Emasculation trees and white rocks that you taught to fly

Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins

Plastic cups tipped over, bad story of the week
Statutory cradle thief, a purple ink leak
Billiard solitaire solo hermit all past his prime
Broken windows in the dorm ain't no one gonna confess the crime

Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins

Killin time with a can of gas, a minimalist arsonist
Knives and phony guides to life, a rubber woman's kiss
A cheap facade, a jaw machine, a goddess of the fake
Virtual stupidity, a bone that you can't break

Chest pains dead brains lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins

version 1:
from Junk Worship (2003 September 12) (as "Chemical Soul (Stoned)") (3:50)
Leave behind your troubled days and tie your cares behind
Tin can ashtrays on the floor, fifth time hitting rewind
There's a naked man in the corner and a film crew passing by
Emasculating trees and white rocks that you taught to fly

Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins

Plastic cups tipped over, bad story of the week
Statutory cradle thief, a purple ink leak
Billiard solitaire solo hermit all past his prime
Broken windows in the dorm, ain't no one gonna confess the crime

Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins
Uh huh

Killin time with a can of gas, a minimalist arsonist
Knives and phony guides to life, a rubber woman's kiss
A cheap facade, a jaw machine, a goddess of the fake
Virtual stupidity, a bone that you can't break

Chest pains, dead brains, lost gains
Half the periodic table running through my veins

earliest live performance: 2003 March 14