VITALOGY 1. LAST EXIT 2. SPIN THE BLACK CIRCLE 3. NOT FOR YOU 4. TREMOR CHRIST 5. NOTHINGMAN 6. WHIPPING 7. PRY, TO 8. CORDUROY 9. BUGS 10.SATAN'S BED 11.BETTER MAN 12.AYE DAVINITA 13.IMMORTALITY 14.STUPID MOP Title: Last Exit Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:54 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder Lives opened and trashed. "Look ma, watch me crash." No time to question why nothing lasts. Grasp and hold on, we're dying fast. Soon be over and I will relent. Let the ocean swell, dissolve 'way my past. Three days, maybe longer. Won't even know I've left. Under your tongue I'm like a tab. I will give you what you're not supposed to have. Under my breath I swear by sin. For better or for worse, at best we began. Let the sun climb, burn 'way my mask. Three days, maybe longer. Shed my skin at last. Shed, shed... Let the sun shine burn 'way my mask. Three days and maybe longer. Won't ever find me here. Let the ocean dissolve way my past. Four days and not much longer...let my spirit pass. This is my last exit. Title: Spin the Black Circle Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:47 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder See this needle. See my hand. Drop, drop, dropping it down, oh so gently. Here it comes. I touch the plane. Turn me up, won't turn you away. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black... Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Pull it out 'a paper sleeve. Oh my joy. Only you deserve conceit. Oh so big. My whole world. I'd rather you, rather you than her. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... You're so warm. Oh, the ritual when I lay down your crooked arm. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Title: Not For You Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 3:51 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder Restless soul, enjoy your youth. Like Muhammad, hits the truth. Can't escape from the common rule - If you hate something don't you do it too. Small my table. Sits just two. Got so crowded. I can't make room. Where did they come from? Stormed my room! And you dare say it belongs to you? This is not for you! This is not for you! This is not for you! Oh, not for you... not you... My friends call me Ed...they call me... My friends they don't scream...my friends don't call... My friends don't... All that's sacred comes from youth. Dedications...naive and true. With no power, nothing to do. I still remember. Why don't you? Don't you? This is not for you! This is not for you! This is not for you! Never was for you! Fuck you! This is not for you! This is not for you! This is not for you! Oh not for you... not you... Title: Tremor Christ Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 4:10 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm. Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore. Gorgeous was his savior, sees her drowning in his wake. Daily taste the salt of her tears, but chance blamed fate. Little secrets...tremors turned to quake. The smallest oceans still get big, big waves. Ransom paid the devil. He whispers pleasing words. Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first. Little secrets...tremors turned to quake. The smallest oceans still get big, big waves. I'll decide...take the dive...take my time, not my life... Wait for signs...believe in lies to get by. It's divine. You know what it's like? Turns the bow back, tows and drops the line. Puts his faith and love in tremor christ. Title: Nothingman Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 4:33 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Jeff Ament and Ed Vedder Once divided, nothing left to subtract. Some words when spoken can't be taken back. Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking. Future's above, but in the past he's slow and sinking. Caught a bolt of lightning. Cursed the day he let it go. Nothingman... nothingman... Isn't it something? nothingman... She once believed in every story he had to tell. One day she stiffened. Took the other side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell. One just escapes. One's left inside the well. And he who forgets will be destined to remember. Nothingman... nothingman... Isn't it something? nothingman... She don't want him...she won't feed him after he's flown away. Into the sun...into the sun...burn... Nothingman... nothingman... Isn't it something? nothingman... Nothingman... nothingman... Coulda' been something, nothingman. Title: Whipping Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:33 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Jeff Ament, Dave Abbruzzese, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder Don't need a helmet, got a hard hard head. Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet. Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood. After a while seems to roll right off. They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached. Don't get behind I can't fall back. Why must we trust all these rusted rails? They don't want no change...we already have. They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... Don't mean to push but I'm being shoved! I'm just like you, think we've had enough. I can't believe a thing they want us to. We all got scars they should have them too. They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... Title: Pry, To Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 1:00 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Jeff Ament, Dave Abbruzzese, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. P-r-i-v-a-c-y... P-r-i-v-a-c-y... P-r-i-v-a-c-y... P-r-i-v-a-c-y... Title: Corduroy Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy and Live on Two Legs Released: 1994 Running Time: 4:37 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Ed Vedder The waiting drove me mad. You're finally here and I'm a mess. I take your entrance back. Can't let you roam inside my head. I don't want to take what you can give. I would rather starve than eat your bread. I would rather run but I can't walk. Guess I'll lie alone just like before. I'll take the firmest path, and I must refuse your test. Push me and I will resist. This behavior's not unique. I don't want to hear from those who know. They can buy but can't put on my clothes. I don't want to limp for them to walk. Never would have known of me before. I don't want to be held in your debt. I'll pay it off in blood, let I be wed. I'm already cut up and half dead. I'll end up alone like I began. Everything has changed. Absolutely nothing's changed. Take my hand, not my picture. Spilled my tincture. I don't want to take what you can give. I would rather starve than eat your bread. All the things that others want for me, Can't buy what I want because it's free. Can't buy what I want because it's free. Can't be what you want because I'm... It's supposed to be just fun. To live and die...let it be done. I figure I'll be damned, all alone like I began. It's your move now. I thought you were a friend but I guess, I... I guess I hate you. Title: Bugs Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:44 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Ed VedderAll these... I got bugs...I got bugs in my room. Bugs in my bed....Bugs in my ears.... Their eggs in my head. Bugs in my pockets...Bugs in my shoes.... Bugs in the way I feel about you. Bugs on my window trying to get in. They don't go nowhere. Waiting, waiting... Bugs on my ceiling...crowded the floor. Standing, sitting, kneeling. A few block the door. And now the questions... Do I kill them? Become their friend? Do I eat them? Raw or well done? Do I trick them? I don't think they're that dumb. Do I join them? Looks like that's the one. I got bugs on my skin. Tickle my nausea. I let it happen again. They're always taking over. I see...they surround me...I see...see them deciding my fate. That which was once, was once up to me. Now it's too late. I got bugs in my room...one on one. That's when I had a chance. I'll just stop now. I'll become naked and with them I'll become one. Title: Satan's Bed Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 5:25 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Stone Gossard and Ed Vedder It's not all been said...been said and done. I've never slept in Satan's bed. Although I must admit, still visits my place. Uninvited, as you know he don't wait. Funny how he always seems to fit in. Funny how I always want to give in. Sundays, Fridays, Tuesdays, Thursdays the same. Sometimes, the special guest, he don't like to leave. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already... Who made...who made up...made up the myth, That we were born to be covered in bliss? Who set the standard? Born to be rich. Such fine examples, skinny little bitch. Model...role model...roll some models in blood. Get some flesh to stick so they look like us. I shit and I stink...I'm real, join the club. I'd stop and talk but I'm already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Torture...follows reward...follows torture...follows reward...oh my word. Never shook Satan's hand. Look, see for yourself. You'd know it if I had, that shit don't come off. I'll rise and fall, let me take credit for both. Jump off a cliff, don't need your help so back off. I'll never suck Satan's dick. Again you'd see it, you know, right 'round the lips. I'll wait for an angel, but I won't hold my breath. 'Magine they're busy. Think I'm doing okay. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already... Title: Betterman Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy and Live on Two Legs Released: 1994 Running Time: 4:27 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Ed Vedder Waiting, watching the clock. It's four o'clock. It's got to stop. Tell him. Take no more. She practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over. Pretends to sleep as he looks her over. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. Can't find a better man. Talking to herself. "There's no one else who needs to know," she tells herself. Memories back when she was bold and strong and waiting for the world to come along. Swears she knew him now she swears he's gone. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. She lies and says she still loves him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. Can't find a better man. She loved him. She don't want to leave this way. She feeds him. That's why she'll be back again. Can't find a better man. Title: Aye Davanita Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:56 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder There are no words. Title: Immortality Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 5:17 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Ed Vedder Vacate is the word. Vengeance has no place so near her. Cannot find the comfort in this world. Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers? Vulnerable. Wisdom can't adhere. A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on, But there's a trapdoor in the sun. Immortality. As privileged as a whore. Victims in demand for public show. Swept out through the cracks beneath the door. Holier than thou. How? Surrendered, executed, anyhow. Scrawl dissolved. Cigar box on the floor. A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on to... But saw the trapdoor in the sun. I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark. Coming up a which way sign, All good truants must decide. Stripped and sold, mom. Auctioned forearm...and whiskers in the sink. Truants move on, cannot stay long. Some die just to live... Title: Hey Foxymophandlemamma, that's me Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 7:43 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Jack Irons, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder don't you want people to love you? my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much... spanking, that's the only thing i want so much... that's the only thing i want so much... don't you want people to love you? my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much... that's the only thing i want so much... why is that better than being hugged? why is that better than being hugged? because you get closer to the person... closer to the person... why is that better than being hugged? because you get closer to the person... closer to the person... just like a person having sex feels cared for... we wanna be loved, so we have sex together... and they feel loved about that... and this is the way it makes me feel...loved... i want it, i dream about it, i think about it, i want it... just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know? it's the way i'll always be probably... my last one was born in the system... see, they're stupid, very stupid, those people over there... they're stupid... these people are so below mentality, honest to god, really... you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... this mentality, honest to god, really... you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... honest to god, really... you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me... everything seems so eight ball... everything seems so eight ball... and i, i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... and i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... think they got me... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...hmm... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... ...know if that's my imagination, but, umm... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... she prides herself on her cleaning habits... she prides herself on her cleaning habits... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... she prides herself on her cleaning habits... she prides herself on her cleaning habits... it's a lovely stupid mop, it is... there's something really screwey about no streaking... is it any old dumb mop? it streaks... come on mop, no streaking mop... i don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, i don't like it... it's not me, it's the mop... come, i bought some new mops... go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop... i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful... i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful... i don't believe it...old sponge mop... dumb old sponge mop... dumb old sponge mop... old sponge mop... dumb old sponge mop... you're right, this mop's stupid... dumb old sponge mop... i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful... that's why they call me mophandlemama... now the floor looks beautiful... that's why they call me mophandlemama... that's why they call me mophandlemama... that's why they call me mophandlemama... in two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed... the twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today... the manager told her to completely forget... if you ever go to bed, i'll kill you... do i tell the whole world that i'm mentally ill? go to the papers...yeah, why not? drum roll... i want to show them that i can walk on my own without hands of theirs... and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? very much so... think i deserve to be loved... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? ...to be loved, don't you? but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? very much so... do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself? well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep... yes, i believe i would... i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep... yes, i believe i would... and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... ...that i can walk without hands of theirs... and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? ...that i can walk without hands of theirs... and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? very much so... do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself? well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep... yes, i believe i would...


	VITALOGY 1. LAST EXIT 2. SPIN THE BLACK CIRCLE 3. NOT FOR YOU 4. TREMOR CHRIST 5. NOTHINGMAN 6. WHIPPING 7. PRY, TO 8. CORDUROY 9. BUGS 10.SATAN'S BED 11.BETTER MAN 12.AYE DAVINITA 13.IMMORTALITY 14.STUPID MOP Title: Last Exit Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:54 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder Lives opened and trashed. "Look ma, watch me crash." No time to question why nothing lasts. Grasp and hold on, we're dying fast. Soon be over and I will relent. Let the ocean swell, dissolve 'way my past. Three days, maybe longer. Won't even know I've left. Under your tongue I'm like a tab. I will give you what you're not supposed to have. Under my breath I swear by sin. For better or for worse, at best we began. Let the sun climb, burn 'way my mask. Three days, maybe longer. Shed my skin at last. Shed, shed... Let the sun shine burn 'way my mask. Three days and maybe longer. Won't ever find me here. Let the ocean dissolve way my past. Four days and not much longer...let my spirit pass. This is my last exit. Title: Spin the Black Circle Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:47 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder See this needle. See my hand. Drop, drop, dropping it down, oh so gently. Here it comes. I touch the plane. Turn me up, won't turn you away. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black... Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Pull it out 'a paper sleeve. Oh my joy. Only you deserve conceit. Oh so big. My whole world. I'd rather you, rather you than her. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... You're so warm. Oh, the ritual when I lay down your crooked arm. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Spin the black, spin the black. Spin, spin... Spin the black circle. Spin, spin... Title: Not For You Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 3:51 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder Restless soul, enjoy your youth. Like Muhammad, hits the truth. Can't escape from the common rule - If you hate something don't you do it too. Small my table. Sits just two. Got so crowded. I can't make room. Where did they come from? Stormed my room! And you dare say it belongs to you? This is not for you! This is not for you! This is not for you! Oh, not for you... not you... My friends call me Ed...they call me... My friends they don't scream...my friends don't call... My friends don't... All that's sacred comes from youth. Dedications...naive and true. With no power, nothing to do. I still remember. Why don't you? Don't you? This is not for you! This is not for you! This is not for you! Never was for you! Fuck you! This is not for you! This is not for you! This is not for you! Oh not for you... not you... Title: Tremor Christ Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 4:10 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm. Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore. Gorgeous was his savior, sees her drowning in his wake. Daily taste the salt of her tears, but chance blamed fate. Little secrets...tremors turned to quake. The smallest oceans still get big, big waves. Ransom paid the devil. He whispers pleasing words. Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first. Little secrets...tremors turned to quake. The smallest oceans still get big, big waves. I'll decide...take the dive...take my time, not my life... Wait for signs...believe in lies to get by. It's divine. You know what it's like? Turns the bow back, tows and drops the line. Puts his faith and love in tremor christ. Title: Nothingman Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 4:33 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Jeff Ament and Ed Vedder Once divided, nothing left to subtract. Some words when spoken can't be taken back. Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking. Future's above, but in the past he's slow and sinking. Caught a bolt of lightning. Cursed the day he let it go. Nothingman... nothingman... Isn't it something? nothingman... She once believed in every story he had to tell. One day she stiffened. Took the other side. Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell. One just escapes. One's left inside the well. And he who forgets will be destined to remember. Nothingman... nothingman... Isn't it something? nothingman... She don't want him...she won't feed him after he's flown away. Into the sun...into the sun...burn... Nothingman... nothingman... Isn't it something? nothingman... Nothingman... nothingman... Coulda' been something, nothingman. Title: Whipping Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:33 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Jeff Ament, Dave Abbruzzese, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder Don't need a helmet, got a hard hard head. Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet. Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood. After a while seems to roll right off. They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached. Don't get behind I can't fall back. Why must we trust all these rusted rails? They don't want no change...we already have. They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... Don't mean to push but I'm being shoved! I'm just like you, think we've had enough. I can't believe a thing they want us to. We all got scars they should have them too. They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... Title: Pry, To Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 1:00 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Jeff Ament, Dave Abbruzzese, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me. P-r-i-v-a-c-y... P-r-i-v-a-c-y... P-r-i-v-a-c-y... P-r-i-v-a-c-y... Title: Corduroy Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy and Live on Two Legs Released: 1994 Running Time: 4:37 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Ed Vedder The waiting drove me mad. You're finally here and I'm a mess. I take your entrance back. Can't let you roam inside my head. I don't want to take what you can give. I would rather starve than eat your bread. I would rather run but I can't walk. Guess I'll lie alone just like before. I'll take the firmest path, and I must refuse your test. Push me and I will resist. This behavior's not unique. I don't want to hear from those who know. They can buy but can't put on my clothes. I don't want to limp for them to walk. Never would have known of me before. I don't want to be held in your debt. I'll pay it off in blood, let I be wed. I'm already cut up and half dead. I'll end up alone like I began. Everything has changed. Absolutely nothing's changed. Take my hand, not my picture. Spilled my tincture. I don't want to take what you can give. I would rather starve than eat your bread. All the things that others want for me, Can't buy what I want because it's free. Can't buy what I want because it's free. Can't be what you want because I'm... It's supposed to be just fun. To live and die...let it be done. I figure I'll be damned, all alone like I began. It's your move now. I thought you were a friend but I guess, I... I guess I hate you. Title: Bugs Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:44 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Ed VedderAll these... I got bugs...I got bugs in my room. Bugs in my bed....Bugs in my ears.... Their eggs in my head. Bugs in my pockets...Bugs in my shoes.... Bugs in the way I feel about you. Bugs on my window trying to get in. They don't go nowhere. Waiting, waiting... Bugs on my ceiling...crowded the floor. Standing, sitting, kneeling. A few block the door. And now the questions... Do I kill them? Become their friend? Do I eat them? Raw or well done? Do I trick them? I don't think they're that dumb. Do I join them? Looks like that's the one. I got bugs on my skin. Tickle my nausea. I let it happen again. They're always taking over. I see...they surround me...I see...see them deciding my fate. That which was once, was once up to me. Now it's too late. I got bugs in my room...one on one. That's when I had a chance. I'll just stop now. I'll become naked and with them I'll become one. Title: Satan's Bed Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 5:25 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Stone Gossard and Ed Vedder It's not all been said...been said and done. I've never slept in Satan's bed. Although I must admit, still visits my place. Uninvited, as you know he don't wait. Funny how he always seems to fit in. Funny how I always want to give in. Sundays, Fridays, Tuesdays, Thursdays the same. Sometimes, the special guest, he don't like to leave. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already... Who made...who made up...made up the myth, That we were born to be covered in bliss? Who set the standard? Born to be rich. Such fine examples, skinny little bitch. Model...role model...roll some models in blood. Get some flesh to stick so they look like us. I shit and I stink...I'm real, join the club. I'd stop and talk but I'm already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Torture...follows reward...follows torture...follows reward...oh my word. Never shook Satan's hand. Look, see for yourself. You'd know it if I had, that shit don't come off. I'll rise and fall, let me take credit for both. Jump off a cliff, don't need your help so back off. I'll never suck Satan's dick. Again you'd see it, you know, right 'round the lips. I'll wait for an angel, but I won't hold my breath. 'Magine they're busy. Think I'm doing okay. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already in love. Already... Title: Betterman Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy and Live on Two Legs Released: 1994 Running Time: 4:27 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Ed Vedder Waiting, watching the clock. It's four o'clock. It's got to stop. Tell him. Take no more. She practices her speech as he opens the door, she rolls over. Pretends to sleep as he looks her over. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. Can't find a better man. Talking to herself. "There's no one else who needs to know," she tells herself. Memories back when she was bold and strong and waiting for the world to come along. Swears she knew him now she swears he's gone. She lies and says she's in love with him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. She lies and says she still loves him. Can't find a better man. She dreams in color, she dreams in red. Can't find a better man. Can't find a better man. She loved him. She don't want to leave this way. She feeds him. That's why she'll be back again. Can't find a better man. Title: Aye Davanita Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 2:56 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Dave Abbruzzese, Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder There are no words. Title: Immortality Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 5:17 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Ed Vedder Vacate is the word. Vengeance has no place so near her. Cannot find the comfort in this world. Artificial tear. Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers? Vulnerable. Wisdom can't adhere. A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on, But there's a trapdoor in the sun. Immortality. As privileged as a whore. Victims in demand for public show. Swept out through the cracks beneath the door. Holier than thou. How? Surrendered, executed, anyhow. Scrawl dissolved. Cigar box on the floor. A truant finds home, and a wish to hold on to... But saw the trapdoor in the sun. I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark. Coming up a which way sign, All good truants must decide. Stripped and sold, mom. Auctioned forearm...and whiskers in the sink. Truants move on, cannot stay long. Some die just to live... Title: Hey Foxymophandlemamma, that's me Back on Top Releases: Vitalogy Released: 1994 Running Time: 7:43 Song Type: Album Track Written By: Jeff Ament, Stone Gossard, Jack Irons, Mike McCready and Ed Vedder don't you want people to love you? my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much... spanking, that's the only thing i want so much... that's the only thing i want so much... don't you want people to love you? my spanking, that's the only thing i want so much... that's the only thing i want so much... why is that better than being hugged? why is that better than being hugged? because you get closer to the person... closer to the person... why is that better than being hugged? because you get closer to the person... closer to the person... just like a person having sex feels cared for... we wanna be loved, so we have sex together... and they feel loved about that... and this is the way it makes me feel...loved... i want it, i dream about it, i think about it, i want it... just like a girl wants sex with a boy, you know? it's the way i'll always be probably... my last one was born in the system... see, they're stupid, very stupid, those people over there... they're stupid... these people are so below mentality, honest to god, really... you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... this mentality, honest to god, really... you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... honest to god, really... you know what i mean, he got the nerve to bug me... bug me...bug me...he got the nerve to bug me... everything seems so eight ball... everything seems so eight ball... and i, i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... and i don't know if that's my imagination, but, umm... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... think they got me... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me...hmm... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... ...know if that's my imagination, but, umm... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... she prides herself on her cleaning habits... she prides herself on her cleaning habits... hey foxymophandlemama, that's me... she prides herself on her cleaning habits... she prides herself on her cleaning habits... it's a lovely stupid mop, it is... there's something really screwey about no streaking... is it any old dumb mop? it streaks... come on mop, no streaking mop... i don't mind mop the floor, my mop streaks, i don't like it... it's not me, it's the mop... come, i bought some new mops... go away you stupid, dumb old sponge mop... i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful... i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful... i don't believe it...old sponge mop... dumb old sponge mop... dumb old sponge mop... old sponge mop... dumb old sponge mop... you're right, this mop's stupid... dumb old sponge mop... i don't believe it...now the floor looks beautiful... that's why they call me mophandlemama... now the floor looks beautiful... that's why they call me mophandlemama... that's why they call me mophandlemama... that's why they call me mophandlemama... in two weeks, before she could see herself not dressed... the twenty-third of may...you know she disturbed no one today... the manager told her to completely forget... if you ever go to bed, i'll kill you... do i tell the whole world that i'm mentally ill? go to the papers...yeah, why not? drum roll... i want to show them that i can walk on my own without hands of theirs... and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? very much so... think i deserve to be loved... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? ...to be loved, don't you? but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? very much so... do you ever think that you would actually, really kill yourself? well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep... yes, i believe i would... i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep... yes, i believe i would... and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... ...that i can walk without hands of theirs... and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? ...that i can walk without hands of theirs... and, i can still fantasize, but i keep it to myself... keep it to myself...keep it to myself... i think i deserve to be loved, don't you? very much so... do you ever think that you actually would kill yourself? well, if i have thought about it real, uhh, real deep... yes, i believe i would...
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