Monday .......... Jon Brion

Knock Yourself Out .......... Jon Brion

Strange Bath .......... Jon Brion

Cubes .......... Jon Brion

Didn't Think It Would Turn Out Bad .......... Jon Brion

Coincidences .......... Jon Brion

Over Our Heads .......... Jon Brion

You Learn .......... Jon Brion

Later Monday .......... Jon Brion

Ska .......... Jon Brion

Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way .......... Jon Brion

Huckabees Jingls (50's Version) .......... Jon Brion

Revolving Door .......... Jon Brion

JB's Blues .......... Jon Brion

True To Yourself .......... Jon Brion

Didn't Think It Would Turn Out Bad (String Quartet Version) .......... Jon Brion

Strangest Times .......... Jon Brion

Omni .......... Jon Brion

Get What It's About .......... Jon Brion

Monday (End Credits) .......... Jon Brion

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It's something unattainable
That you can't live without
And now the unexplainable
Has you riddled with doubt

Things begin Things decay
And you've gotta find a way
To be ok
But it you want to spend the day
Wond'ring what it's all about
Go and knock yourself out

Why were put in this mess
Is anybody's guess
It might be a test or it might not be anything
You need to worry about
But if you're still in doubt
Go and knock yourself out

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It was happy at the start
When you offered me the part

Didn't think it would turn out bad
I didn't think it would turn out bad

We agreed to go awhile
And it all was on a handshake and a smile

Didn't think it would turn out bad
I didn't think it would turn out bad

Cause it looked OK to me
But I guess you shouldn't be too sure of yourself

Didn't think it would turn out bad
Didn't think it would turn out bad

Now I see that I was incorrect
But that's easy here in retrospect

All our friends said "What's the fuss?"
Don't you know that these things happen to the best of us?

Didn't think it would turn out bad
Didn't think it would turn out bad

So if you're taking me to task for it
You should know I didn't ask for it
Oh, but as for my defense
I could swear it made sense to me at the time

Didn't think it would turn out bad

So now its safe to say that I really should have run the other way
I didn't think it would turn out bad - ooh
Didn't think it would turn out bad - ly
Didn't think it would turn out bad - ooh
Didn't think it would turn out bad - ly

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So what you're never understood?
Big deal you're doomed to die
Oh, oh
Nothing ever lasts
It all gets torn to shreds
If something's ever lasting
It's over our heads
It's over our heads

Think your troubles are so serious
Well one day you'll be so... long gone
Cause nothing ever lasts
It all gets torn to shreds
If something's ever lasting
It's over our heads
It's over our heads
It's over our heads

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You slit your own throat
You won't be around for long
Though not a dying breed
Cause they'll always be a market for greed
And they'll always be someone to replace you

Though they may not have the courage to face you
Now it's too late to settle scores
You're going back the way you came before
Back through the revolving door

You're sick of your skin
Though you act like you're not for now
But the rot has set in and it could be as little as an hour or two
Before it completely devours you

And the ones who should stand up are afraid to
You were smug while you held the floor
You're going back the way you came before
Back through the revolving door

I understand the concessions that you make
I know what it's like to get backed into a corner
I sympathize but I don't take your side

Hey you
You act like no one could tame you
But when it counted you never came through
Well, with one look at what they paid you
Well, most folks would hardly blame you

I'm not surprised that this is what it came to
You're going back the way you came before
Back through the revolving door
And one day you could be back for more
Oh - more - oh - more - oh - no

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I may be slower than some folks
But I always make my way
I move forward with my hopes
And I sometimes save the day

Where do I begin?
Cause there's a whirl pool of information
That you've got to sort through
To get to where it's at

It falls flat and it makes you crazy
But I get the feeling
That I get what it's about
It's just a feeling
I can't really spell it out
I get the feeling
That I get what it's about

>From the bar to the car park
Theories fly about
They fall short for the most part
But I'm not keeping count

And why should I begin?
Cause there's a whirl pool
Of people who will stop
And they will tell you
The things that you will not
They roll their eyes and they call you crazy

But you get the feeling
That you get what it's about
It's just a feeling
You can't really spell it out
You get the feeling
That you get what it's about

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