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| 2:49 | 
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Nice guys finish last.
You're running out of gas. Your sympathy will get you left behind. Sometimes you're at your best, when you look the worst. Do you feel washed up, like piss going down the drain Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane. I'm so fucking happy I could cry. Every joke can have its truth and now the joke's on you. I never knew you were such a funny guy. Oh nice guys finish last, when you are the outcast. Don't pat yourself on the back, you might break your spine. Living on command. You're shaking lots of hands. Kissing up and bleeding all your trust, taking what you need. Bit the hand that feeds. You kill your memory |
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| 2:52 |
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Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry? I need a lift to happy hour. Say oh no. Do you brake for distilled spirits? I need a break as well. The well that inebriates the guilt. 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4. Cold turkey's getting stale, tonight I'm eating crow. Fermented salmonella poison oak no There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating. My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4. Troubled times, you know i can not lie. I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride. There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I'm dehydrating. My tongue is swelling up, I say Shit |
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| 2:12 |
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I was a young boy that had big plans.
Now I'm just another shitty old man. I don't have fun and I hate everything. The world owes me, so fuck you. Glory days don't mean shit to me. I drank a six pack of apathy. Life's a bitch and so am I. The world owes me, so fuck you. Wasted youth and a fustful of ideals. I had a young and optimisitic point of view. Wasted youth and a fustful of ideals. I had a young and optimisitic point of view. I've decomposed, yet my gut's getting fat. Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad. I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch. The world owes me, so fuck you. The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up. I don't have sex `cause i can't get it up. I'm always rude. I've got a bad attitude. The world owes, so fuck you. |
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| 3:18 |
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We're living in repetition.
Content in the same old shtick again. Now the routine's turning to contention, Like a production line going over and over and over, roller coaster. Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice. I'm speechless and redundant. 'Cause I love you's not enough. I'm lost for words. Choreographed and lack of passion. Prototypes of what we were. Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous. Taken for granted now. Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now i hate it. Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice. I'm speechless and redundant, 'cause I love you's not enough. I'm lost for words, now I cannot speak. |
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| 3:03 |
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*Open the past and present
Now and we are there Story to tell and I am listening Open the past and present And the future, too It's all I've got and I'm giving it up to you Loose ends tied in knots leaving a lump down in my throat Gagging on a souvenir Lodged to fill another year Well, drag it on and on until my skin is ripped to shreds Leaving myself open wide Living out a sacrifice *Repeat If you got no one And I've got no place to go Would it be alright? Could it be alright? Well, I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor Reminds me of the times we shared Makes me wish that you were here 'Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life Well, all the songs have been erased Guess I've learned from my mistakes *Repeat It's all I've got and I'm giving it up to you |
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| 2:10 |
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All the time, every time I need it.
What's the time? I'd say the time is right. Here's to me. Let's find another reason. Down the hatch and a bad attitude. Salud. Wasting time Wasting time down a bum fuck road. And I don't know where the hell it'll go. Heirlooms and huffing fumes, and I'm picking up the pace and I'm gonna smash straight into a wall. All the time. A "New Year's Resolution" How soon that we forget. Doing time. Loving every minute. Live it up on another let down. Salud. Promises, promises, it was all set in stone, cross my heart and hope to die. Sugar fix, dirty tricks and a trick question. Guess i should have read between the lines. Having the time of my life, watching the clock tick. All the time, where did all the time go? It's too late to say goodnight. Time flies when you're having fun. Time's up when you work like a dog. Salud. |
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| 2:27 |
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Another sentimental argument and bitter love.
Fucked without a kiss again and dragged it through the mud. Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone. The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on our pride. A knocked down dragged out fight. Fat lips and open wounds. Another wasted night and no one will take the fall. Where do we go from here? And what did you do with the directions? Promise me no dead end streets And I'll guarantee we'll have the road. |
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| 2:21 |
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Your rise and fall
Back up against the wall What goes around is coming back and haunting you It's time to quit Cause you ain't worth the shit Under my shoes or the piss on the ground No one loves you and you know it Don't pretend that you enjoy it or you don't care Cause now I wouldn't lie or tell you all the things you want to hear. I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I heard your sick Sucked on that cancer stick A throbbing tumor and a radiation high Shit out of luck And now your time is up It brings me pleasure just to know your going to die Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole, dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die HEY Red eye, code blue I'd like to strangle you And watch your eyes bulge right out of your skull When you go down Head first into the ground I'll stand above you just to piss on your grave |
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| 3:04 |
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I got a new start on a dead end road
Peaked, peaked out on reaching new lows Owe I paid off all my debts to myself Perfect picture of bad health Another notch scratched on my belt The future's in my living room Uptight I'm a nag with a gun All night Suicide's last call I've been uptight all night I'm a son of gun |
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| 10. |
| 3:48 |
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Little girl, little girl
Why are you crying? Inside your restless soul your heart is dying Little one, little one Your soul is purging Of love and razor blades Your blood is surging Runaway From the river to the street Find yourself with your face in the gutter Your a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home When you got no place to go Little girl, little girl Your life is calling The charlatans and saints of your abandon Little one, little one The sky is falling The lifeboat of deception is now sailing In the wake all the way No rhyme or reason Your bloodshot eyes Will show your heart of treason Little girl, little girl You dirty liar You`re just a junkie Preaching to the choir Runaway You lost your tranquility To find yourself with your face in the gutter You`re a stray for the dregs of humanity There is no place like home When you got no place to go The traces of blood Always follow you home Like the mascara tears From your getaway Your walking with blisters And running with shears So unholy Sister of grace Runaway From the river to the street Find yourself with your face in the gutter Your a stray for the salvation army There is no place like home When you got no place to go |
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| 2:12 |
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I fucked up again it's all my fault.?
So turn me around and face the wall.? Read me my rights and tell me I'm wrong.? Until it gets into my thick skull.? A slap on the wrist.? A stab in the back.? Torture me, I've been a bad boy.? Nail me to the cross until you have won.? I lost before I did any wrong.? I'm hexed with regrets and bad luck.? Keep you distance 'cause it's rubbing off.? Or you will be damned to spend your life in hell.? Or earth with me tangled at your feet.? You finally met you nemesis disguised as your fatal long lost love.? So kiss it good bye? Until death do we part.? You fell for a jinx for crying out loud.? |
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| 3:25 |
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*This girl has gone far away
Now she's gone This girl has gone far away Now she's gone This girl has gone far away Now she's gone This girl has gone far away Now she's gone Now she's gone Now she's gone All I have now is a memory to date A cheap hat and cigaretts and a peculiar name I didn't know now, I didn't know before she went away I don't know I don't know, and it's too damn late *Repeat Will she ever find her way? I'm too damn young to be too late, but am I? Yet again I'm kicking myself And I'll be here in battle scars Waiting for you Waiting for you now *Repeat |
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| 2:45 |
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Come together like a foot in a shoe
Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth Thinking out loud and acting in vain Knocking over anyone that stands in my way Sometimes I need to apologize Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right Sometimes I should just keep my mouth Or only say hello Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground Yet there's really no one left that's hanging around Isn't that another familiar face Too drunk to figure out they're fading away Sometimes I need to apologize Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right Sometimes I should just keep my mouth Or only say hello Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone Sometimes I need to apologize Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right Sometimes I should just keep my mouth Or only say hello Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone |
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| 2:06 |
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Who the hell are to tell me
What I am and what's my master plan What makes you think that it includes you Self-righteous wealth stop flattering yourself So when the smoke clears here I am You're reject all-American Sucking up your social sect Making you a nervous wreck To hell and back and hell again I've gone You're not my type You're not my type What's the difference between you and me I do what I want and you do what you're told So listen up shut the hell up It's no big deal and I'll see you in hell So when the smoke clears here I am You're reject all-American Sucking up your social sect Making you a nervous wreck To hell and back and hell again I've gone You're not my type You're not my type You're not my type You're not my type So when the smoke clears here I am You're reject all-American Fallen from grace right on my face To hell and back and hell again I've gone |
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| 1:09 |
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You pushed me once too far again
I'd like to break you fucking teeth. Stick a knife in the center of your back. You better grow some eyes in the back of your head. I fight dirty, just like your looks. Can't take, can't take, can't take anymore. Take back, Take back, Take. The taste of bad blood on the tip of my tongue. An eye for an eye. Gun for a gun. Cold-cocked and I'm taking back what's mine. Expect it when you're least expecting it. No loss of love, the smell of regret. Lights out Can't take anymore Shit |
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| 3:14 |
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Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only *King for a day Princess by dawn King for a day In a leather thong King for a day Princess by dawn Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me My daddy threw me in therapy He thinks I'm not a real man Who put the drag in the drag queen? Don't knock it until you tried it Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only *Repeat (x2) |
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| 2:35 |
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Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist Directs you where to go So make the best of this test And don't ask why It's not a question But a lesson I learned in time It's something unpredictable But in the end it's right I hope you had the time of your life So take the photographs And still frames in your mind Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial For what it's worth It was worth all the while |
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| 3:38 |
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I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover. Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull. Self-effaced, what's his face. You erased yourself so shut up. You don't let up. You have a growth that must be treated Like a severed severe pain in the neck. You can smell it but you can't see it. No explanation identified 'cause you don't know. You don't say. And you got no reply. Hey you, where did you come from? Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son. All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic. You're pathetic. |
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