Whoops [5-23-91 John solo, 8-15-91 with the band]
Lyrics and Music: J. Popper

Have you ever seen an atom
Little bits of everything floating by
Take a good look at them
Collectively they compose all you see including your eye

Brilliant puzzle
A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve
But we're just monkeys
Scratching our heads trying to open our ears
To a chord that just don't seem to resolve

And we call it wisdom
Yes, intellect in our truest sense of the word
You see for us security means a harmony
According only to what we have heard
And this alone and nothing less
Will ease our heart and our mind
In the hopes that in feeling free we'll reach paradise
On that hilltop we're still trying to find

[Chorus]
But the possibility exists, no matter how scary it may seem
That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream
The earth was our heaven and we did not know 
There were rules for us to break
And maybe now we'll find out too late
What a clever hell we can make

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Taheeka-haka-Whoops
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In this corner
Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable...
Life, and all that surrounds it
And in this corner
Weighing in at well, not really much of anything
A very sound and user friendly idea
On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed
Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo
You may come out fighting...

Take a look at the horizon
Quiet and still
You know there used to be bison
Gentlemen you may fire at will
They say this land won't go to waste
But you gotta wonder how
You know we're chopping down the air we breathe
As fodder for the cow

That's right so we can eat well
Yes and starve to death
And say there's nothing we can do
Because we really don't want to do a goddamn thing
Look I'm shrugging and so are you
We can imagine the straightest of lines
But our fingers can't control the pen
And it's this frustration that yields relief
As we say we're just mortal men
And that means we get to torture a chimpanzee
And infect him with disease
Because he screams just like a human child
While we study his desperate pleas

[Chorus]

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Aw, whoops
Aw, whoops

While we're on the subject you know my conscience hurts (whoops)
And it will not go away (whoops)
So please concoct me some pill I take (whoops)
While I think something clever to say (whoops)
So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass (whoops)
And find no need to cringe (whoops)
And forget that sinking feeling I'm a dinosaur (whoops)
Out on his drunken last binge (whoops)

...from fossil to fossil (whoops)
Dust to dust (whoops)
I'll see you in the earthly crust (whoops)

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It's amazing...
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It's amazing
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