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Comanche
You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads. You need to find some new feathers and buy some new clothes. Just get rid of the antlers and lighten your load. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. Yeah, if you want to have cities, you've got to build roads. La la la la... You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode. Ah, if you want to have cities, Yeah, if you want to have cities, No, if you want to have cities, You've got to build roads. |
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Ruby Sees All
Do you think she's swimming in your lies? Do you think it's all just murky green? Don't you think that she would realize? Yeah, do you think she has never seen? Cause when the seaweed sinks and the sun gets low, When the waves retire to the darkness below, I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees. .. I can feel the pressure building high. You should see you're headed for a storm. Don't you see it building in the sky? Don't you think it's time to swim to shore? Cause when the seaweed sinks and the sun gets low, When the waves retire to the darkness below, I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees all. I know, I know Ruby sees. |
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Up So Close
Up so close, I never get to see your face. Microscope, I might as well be out in space. Up so close, I never get to see the view. Down your throat, I'm never sure if it's still you. Up your nose, down to your toes. In your mouth, way down south. Up so close, it seems I only think of you. Up so close, I never see the sky so blue. I only wanted to be sure That what it was was really pure. I put my face down in the cake. My feet were flailing in a lake. Up so close, I never get to see your face. Microscope, I might as well be out in space. Up so close, I never get to see you. Microscope, I'm never sure if it's still you. |
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Pentagram
Your pentagram is down below our floor. Your naked body shimmers in the night. Dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite. Your feet are dry with the ashes from dead babies, Who have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why They took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. Your feasty eyes won't make me fall apart. Your turquoise and silver won't weaken this old heart. Yeah, dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite. I fell to the ground on a windy, windy night. Well I have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why I took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. Well I have passed the test just like all the rest, But never really understood the reasons why I took it in the first place. Ah, in the first place. |
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Jolene
Well Jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door, Like she'd done one hundred times before. Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place. Yeah I want to pull you down into bed. I want to cast your face in lead. Well every time I pull you close, Push my face into your hair, Cream rinse and tobacco smoke, That sickly scent is always, always there. Jolene heard her father's uneven snores. Right then she knew there must be something more. Jolene heard the singing in the forest. She opened the door quietly and stepped into the night. Yeah I want to throw you out into space. I want to do whatever it takes, takes, takes. Well every time I pull you close, Push my face into your hair, Cream rinse and tobacco smoke, That sickly scent is always, always there. |
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Haze of Love
It's three o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's four. I am thinking of you, Wondering what I should I do, But I'm finally cutting through this haze. It's four o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's five. I think I'm alive, And I think I'll survive. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. Yeah you don't love me like I love you. All though you pretend, I can see this will end. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. It's five o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's six. I am sick of your lies. I am sick of your tricks. I'm finally cutting through this haze of love. Haze of love. For days and days and days, For days and days and days, For days and days and days, I'm in a haze of love. |
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You Part The Waters
You part the waters, The same ones that I'm drowning in. You lead your casual slaughters, And I'm the one who helps you win. You've got your grand piano. You don't even play piano. I'm the one who plays piano. You don't even play piano. You part the waters, The same ones that I'm thirsty for. You invite your friends to tea, But when it's me you lock the door. You've got your credit cards, And you thank your lucky stars. But don't forget the ones who foot the bill. You've got your grand piano. And you don't even play piano. I'm the one who plays piano. You don't even play piano, But you part the waters............ |
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Is This Love
I can't believe it's true. I can't believe that you Don't want me anymore. You're with him, And you don't even know That I've been dying all day long And singing sad, sad songs And wishing you were gone. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I close the door? My eyes are burning in my head And seeing only red And wishing you were dead. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I, Or should I, should I, Should I close the door? Should I close the door? Ah, I fooled myself. .. Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Is this love? Or should I, Or should I, Or should I, should I, Should I close the door? |
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Jesus Wrote A Blank Check
Jesus wrote a blank check, One I haven't cashed quite yet. I hope I've got a little more time. I hope it's not the end of the line. Yeah, Jesus wrote a blank check. One I haven't cashed yet, all right. But if I had to choose a number, I'd want it to be number one. I don't want to be number two. Yeah, I don't want to be number four. But I can hear a knock on the door. Jesus wrote a blank check, all right. If Jesus saw me dying, Would angels come a flying down? I hope I've got a little more time. I hope somebody lends me a dime. Now, Jesus wrote a blank check. Ah, one I haven't cashed yet. Still I build my towers high. I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky. Still I wallow in the mire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I build my towers high. I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky. Still I wallow in the mire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. Still I burn this earthen fire. |
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Rock `N` Roll Lifestyle
Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly. How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzi? And how much did you spend on your black leather jacket? Is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket? Now tickets to concerts and drinking at clubs, Sometimes for music that you haven't even heard of. And how much did you pay for your rock'n'roll t-shirt That proves you were there, That you heard of them first? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? Ah, tell me. How much did you pay for the chunk of his guitar, The one he ruthlessly smashed at the end of the show? And how much will he pay for a brand new guitar, One which he'll ruthlessly smash at the end of another show? And how long will the workers keep building him new ones? As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones. And how long will the workers keep building him new ones? As long as their soda cans are red, white, and blue ones. Aging black leather and hospital bills, Tattoo removal and dozens of pills. Your liver pays dearly now for youthful magic moments, But rock on completely with some brand new components. How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? How do you afford your rock'n'roll lifestyle? Excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking what they're selling. Your self-destruction doesn't hurt them. Your chaos won't convert them. They're so happy to rebuild it. You'll never really kill it. Yeah, excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking what they're selling. Excess ain't rebellion. You're drinking, You're drinking, You're drinking what they're selling. |
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I Bombed Korea
I bombed Korea every night. My engine sang into the salty sky. I didn't know if I would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every night. Red flowers bursting down below us. Those people didn't even know us. We didn't know if we would live or die. We didn't know if it was wrong or right. I bombed Korea every night. And so I sit here at this bar. I'm not a hero. I'm not a movie star. I've got my beer. I've got my stories to tell, But they won't tell you what it's like in hell. Red flowers bursting down below us. Those people didn't even know us. We didn't know if we would live or die. We didn't know if it was wrong or right. We didn't know if we would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. |
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Mr. Mastodon Farm
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. I can see their dead weight Just dropping like stones For small loaves of bread Past my window all the time. But unless I get up, Walk across the room And peer down below, I don't see their last second curves Toward a horizontal flight. All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones. Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence, It becomes important for me To get up and see Their last second curves toward flight. It's almost as if my life will fall Unless I see their ascent. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. I said birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. But unless I get up, Walk across the room And peer down below, I won't see their last second curves Toward a, a horizontal flight. All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones. Now due to a construct in my mind That makes their falling and their flight Symbolic of my entire existence, It becomes important for me To get up and see Their last second curves toward flight. It's almost like my life will fall, My life will fall, Unless I see their ascent. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon Farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. Mr. Mastodon Farm, Mr. Mastodon farm, Cuts swatches out of all material. |
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she's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel
coming from the bar in a plastic tie he's gonna swing from the Tree of Life he's gonna try to sell you on a great big lie but when you speak to her - her eyes light up the music spills right into your cup the minstrels play and the waitress brings ice there are pies on a carousel - have a slice but watch out - she ain't no good for you. he's gonna spin like the tractor pull she'll sit back when he tells his tale he's gonna yell when he drinks his beer she'll sit back and drink ginger ale but when you speak to her - her eyes light up the music spills right into your cup it's so abrupt and it's so concise there are pies on a carousel - have a slice but watch out - she ain't no good for you I say watch out - she ain't no good for you she'd like to put you in her zoo right between the canaries and the cockatoos she'll pull out your feathers for her brand new hat and when she's done that she'll feed you to her cat so watch out - she ain't no good for you watch out - she ain't no good for you watch out - she ain't no good for you |
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