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No Help At All
IRC USM

You spill oil in the water
You spill blood in the sand
A river of fire
That burns across the land

Oh! You're no help at all!
The temperature's rising
To signify Mankind's downfall

Oh! You're no help at all!
The ocean will rise and swell
To swallow you whole

In the air you spread poison
Like the poison in your mind
A wave of destruction
Known to Earth as Mankind

Oh! You're no help at all!
The ocean will rise and swell
To swallow you whole

Oh! You're no help at all!
No one else to blame but yourself
It was always your fault

Now is not the time for war
The effects of all your bombs
Has really shook me to my core

Now is not the time for greed
It's time to live a better life
Take only what you need

But you keep taking and taking
Polluting and killing

Oh! You're no help at all!
The temperature's rising
To signify Mankind's downfall

Oh! You're no help at all!
The ocean will rise and swell
To swallow you whole

Oh! You're no help at all!
No one else to blame but yourself
It was always your fault

You are
No help
No help
No help at all!

No Help at All
Lichen Throat

I was made in a factory in Chicago, Illinois,
A cardioid coil encased in a metal alloy.
Elvis bought one like me, and so did Harry Truman.
Recording famous words heard by every human.
I can make you louder,
But I can’t help your drawl.
If you can’t thrill the crowd,
I’m no help at all.

I was bought by a basement club, down in Greenwich Village,
With wobbly little tables, floors sticky from drink spillage.
Lots of sad comedians who want to be Lenny Bruce,
Lots of tired jokes and audience abuse.
I can’t take you bigtime,
If you’re doomed to be small.
If you can’t write the laugh lines,
I’m no help at all.

Men and women take the stage
And hold me in their hand,
Tell their jokes, express their rage,
Or play in short-lived bands.

Clean-cut guys in sportscoats, up here singing folk,
Slightly off-key harmonies cutting through the smoke.
When the set is over, a few scattered claps
From the sleepy beatniks downing their nightcaps.
I can’t help the timing
In your response and call.
If your voices aren’t entwining,
I’m no help at all.

No Help At All
All the Robots

It’s over, it’s over
And I’m trying to get over my broken heart
It’s the end and you wanna stay friends
But I got all the friends I need and we were never really friends from the start
You’re trying to let me down so nice and easy
But all your words come off as trite and cheesy

If it’s the end, we can’t be friends,
No that’s no help at all
If you’re my ex then I won’t text you
Won’t pick up your call
I’ll leave your messages unread, drop dead, unfollow, uninstall
Yet that’s no help at all, no help at all

There's two kinds off people
The ones who do the dumping and the ones who get dumped
The first kind are evil
The second are a big old bunch of miserable pathetic chumps
I never thought that I could be so foolish
And who'd have guessed that you would act so ghoulish?

Well at least I'm no beast,
No I'm still standing tall
Better blindness than unkindness,
Better gull than gall,
I should take solace in the knowledge
I'm as pure as Paul,
But it's no help at all, no help at all

You want forgiveness while I’d rather just forget you
I can’t do either now and darling, that’s the issue

I’m trying to get over you but you’re no help at all
If you could worsen as a person I could break your thrall
I try to shake you, but you break through
Like a cannonball
And that’s no help at all, no help at all