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Oh, Gotta see, gotta know right now
Whats that writing on your everything It isnt anything at all Oh, Gotta see, gotta know right now Whats that writing on your shelf In the bathrooms and the bad motels No one really cared for it at all Not the gravity plan Early, early in the morning It pulls all on down my sore feet I wanna go back to sleep In the motions and the things that you say It all will fall, fall right into place As fruit drops, flesh it sags Everything will fall right into place When we die some sink and some lay But at least I dont see you float away And on spilt milk, sex and weight It all will fall, fall right into place Oh, Gotta see, gotta know right now Whats that writing on your everything It isnt anything at all Early, early in the morning It pulls all on down my sore feet I wanna go back to sleep In the motions and the things that you say It all will fall, fall right into place As fruit drops, flesh it sags Everything will fall right into place When we die some sink and some lay But at least I dont see you float away |
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| 2:00 |
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A wild pack of family dogs came runnin' through the yard one day
My father got his gun, shot it up, they ran away OK A wild pack of family dogs came runnin' through the yard And as my own dog ran away with them, I didn't say much of anything at all A wild pack of family dogs came runnin' through the yard As my little sister played, the dogs took her away And I guess she was eaten up OK, yeah she was eaten up OK My mother cryin' blood dust now My dad he quit his job today, well I guess he was fired but that? OK And I sittin' outside my mud lake, waiting for the pack to take me away And right after I die the dogs start floating up towards the glowing sky Now they?l receive their rewards, now they will receive their rewards |
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| 3:36 |
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Broke account so I broke a sweat
I've bought some things that I sort of regret about now Broke your glasses, but it broke the ice You said that I was an asshole and I paid the price Broken hearts want broken necks I've done some things that I want to forget but I can't Broke my pace and ran out of time Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime Broke a promise cause my car broke down Such a classic excuse it should be bronze by now Broke up, and I'm relieved somehow It's the end of the discussions that just go round and round And round, and round, and round, and round, And round, and round it shouldn't have been anyway No way, no way, no way, that's right Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh no It was like everything was evidence of broken (time?) You're living on fancy wine You'll drink that turpentine You're starting conversations You don't even know the topic |
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| 4:51 |
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These walls are paper thin
And everyone hears every little sound Everyone's a voyeur, their watching me Watch them, watch me right now They're shakin' hands, they're shakin' in their shoes Oh Lord, don't shake me down Everyone wants two themselves And half of everyone else who's around Its been agreed, the whole world stinks So no ones taking showers anymore LAUGH HARD IT'S A LONG WAY TO THE BANK I can't be blamed for nothin' anymore It's been a long time since you've been around Laugh hard it's a long ways to the bank Tow the line to tax the time, you know That you don't owe I can't be a fool for everyone that I don't know |
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| 6:24 |
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Well I don't know but I've been told
he's baking cakes inside our souls Stayed awake, took a nap Got myself my bottles back I'm breaking down out on the street Walkin' round my own bare feet I do not need you to tell me That I'm not a cat I caught a rat, we caught some air He's never gonna cut his hair He takes more time to make a fake We now swim down in the lake And wash the dirt off our intentions Paddle on with our bad inventions I came as ice, I came as a whore I came as advice that came too sureI came as gold, I came as crap I came too clean, and I came as a rat It takes a long time, but God dies too But not before he'll stick it too you I don't know but I've been told You'll never die and you never grow old I came as a call, I came as flat I came too soon so I came back I came as flowers, I came as nice I came as dirt, and I came as a surprise It takes a long time, but God dies too But not before he'll stick it too you I don't know but I've been told You'll never die and you never grow old |
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| 7:30 |
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I was in heaven, I was in hell, believe in neither but fear them as well
This one's a doctor, this one's a lawyer, this one's a cash fiend taking your money Back of the Metro, ride on the Greyhound, drunk on the Amtrak, please shut up Another rider, he was a talker talking about TV, please shut up This one's a crazer, daydreaming disaster the origin of junk food, rutting through garbage Tasty but worthless, dogs eat their own shit we're doing the cockroach, yeah Doin' the cockroach yeah, doin' the cockroach yeah, yeah alright not bad Doin' the cockroach yeah, doin' the cockroach yeah, yeah alright not bad Doin' the cockroach yeah, doin' the cockroach yeah, yeah alright not bad, not bad at all One year, twenty years, forty years, fifty years down the road in your life You'll look in the mirror and say My parents are still alive You move your mouth, you shake your tongue you vibrate my eardrums You're saying words But you know I ain't listening You're walking down the street your face, your lips, your hips, your eyes, they meet You're not hungry though Well late last winter down below the equator they had a summer that would make you blister Oh, my mind is all made up so I'll have to sleep in it Well late last winter down below the equator they had a summer that would make you blister Oh, my mind is all made up so I'll have to sleep in it Well late last winter down below the equator they had a summer that would make you blister And oh, my mind is all, oh, my mind is all oh, my mind is all made up so I'll have to sleep in it |
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| 3:04 |
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Well all the apostles, they're sitting in swings
Saying I'd sell off my savior for a set of new rings And some sandals With the style of straps that cling best to the era So all of the businessers in their unlimited hell Where they buy and they sell And they sell all their trash to each other But they're sick of it all and they're bankrupt on selling And all of the angels, they'd sell off your soul For a set of new wings and anything gold They remember the people they loved, their old friends And I've seen through 'em all, seen through 'em all, seen through most everything All the people you knew were the actors All the people you knew were the actors Well, I'll go to college and I'll learn some big words And I'll talk real loud, goddamn right I'll be heard You'll remember the guy Who said all those big words he must've learned in college And it took a long time 'till I came clean with myself I come clean out of love with my lover I still love her Loved her more when she used to be sober and I was kinder |
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| 9. |
| 4:02 |
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Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space
I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8 I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late You go out like a riptide, you know that ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo, black hair, and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of the ground's colorful patchwork How have you been, how have you been, how have you, how have you? I drove around for hours, I drove around for days I drove around for months and years and never went no place We're on a pass, we're on pass, I stopped for gas, but where could place be To pay for gas to drive around, around on Interstate 8 You go out like a riptide, you know that ball has no sides You're an angel with an amber halo, black hair, and the devil's pitchfork Wind-up anger with the endless view of the ground's colorful patchwork How have you been, how have you been, how have you, how have you? |
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| 10. |
| 5:01 |
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The good times are killing me
Here we go! Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say? Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent The good times are killing me Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads Who didn't like what I said The good times are killing me Jaws clenched tight we talked all night Oh but what the hell did we say? The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me Fed up with all that LSD Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines Late nights with warm, warm whiskey I guess the good times they were all just killing me Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on The good times are killing me Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug The good times are killing me Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent The good times are killing me Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead The good times are killing me Get sucked in and stuck in late nights With more folks that I don't know The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me |
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