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All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen She was on borrowed self-esteem She would do her dance A painful masquerade Spinning you into her web Along her vain parade In her uniform Studded brass and steel Kissing napkin lipstick stains And smearing sincerity Along her vain parade Along her veins Time crept up on her She's early gray Her reflection looks concerned And flowers hit her grave |
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| 2. |
| 3:52 |
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All your fears are lies
All your fears are lies All your fears are lies Clipless, falling, limping, crawling, biting, fighting Back from dying Endless ending And comprehending Nothing of the scent she's sending Loosely buying the TV lie And the maggot man will never cry Corralled like a cat With my head hit the sack And I feel like I'm tied to the railroad track |
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It's creeping
In so slow Trapping it, nobody's home It's creeping in So slow Trapping it, nobody's home Santa, I love you baby My Christmas king Santa, you're my king I love you, Santa baby Got what I need |
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| 4. |
| 4:22 |
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Far beyond the road
Between your house and home There is a churning storm Of hailing burning bones Tiny baby cries Little, tiny pawn In the profit gain Tiny baby grows Mother, who's your man Is he doing what he can To make a proper home, home By overturning other stones, stones Father, mighty man Loves his little boys, boys Shows them how to kill To save his precious stones, stones Far beyond the wheel Spin your life around By driving flesh and blood Deep into the ground, ground Far beyond the wheel Steers life around By driving flesh and blood Deep into the ground, ground |
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| 1:04 |
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Kill them all
Steal their gold Feed my boy's killer Feed the young, prepare it save you Feed the boy, hates to kill Feed the young Feed the young Cool |
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| 6. |
| 4:25 |
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My mood was in full swing
My mood was in full swing I wanted to be free Free to watch the hail I did not want to hear The perfect thing to say Dying to squeeze out The ugly truth for everyone to hear I did not wanna fight I did not wanna kill I wanted to be real I wanted to believe That I was not the only one alive |
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| 2:06 |
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The day will finally come in _____
Cause we have conquered a kingdom And a place of rage Covered with assholes Well here we live To see their fear and their trembling words Of apology A pretty(?), pretty(?) blank name on the list An "X" for every accomplished deed. Ol' big bad ass circle of power's comin' to getcha! (lots of screaming, mumbling) (spoken) Not necessarily dumb, but just uh...beautiful...beautiful... (/spoken) Well it's the circle of power And it's all It's all the same Ah the circle, spinning the circle of power And it's under different names Oh the circle of power It's all the same The circle of power |
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| 2:51 |
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He did nothing perfect
He did nothing quite well He did nothing perfectly, much better then anyone I've ever seen He did nothing all the time He did nothing constantly He did nothing everyday, more often than anyone I've ever seen He felt, and he felt miserably He felt, and he felt quite bad He felt, and he felt quite miserably What's better he never even had to try |
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| 9. |
| 5:07 |
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Smokestack lightning
Shine a light home Smokestack lightning Shining like gold Treats me like a clown Wheels go driving slow Trucks me out of town Wheels go driving slow Tell me baby So when you coming home Tell me baby When you coming home Wheels go driving slow Wheels go driving slow Wheels go driving slow |
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| 10. |
| 3:58 |
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I don't care if it takes some time
I'm gonna make it right I'm gonna make it right Turn the head 360 degrees Bite the hand that feeds I don't care if it tasted like poison Rip the legs from the thighs Feed the prison, open the eyes I don't care if it tastes like poison I'm gonna feed the prison, feed the prison Color in the lakes of red Pile of bones for my bed I'm gonna take some time, I'm gonna take some time [mystery scream] Feed the prison Not a tear will be shed The only color is red.........red I don't care if it takes some time I'm gonna make it right, I'm gonna make it right Turn the head 360 degrees Bite the hand that feeds I don't care if it tastes like poison Feed the prison and open the eyes Not a tear will be shed The only color is red I don't care if it tastes like poison I'm gonna feed the prison I'm gonna feed the prison I'm gonna feed it |
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| 11. |
| 2:26 |
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Head injury, head injury, head injury
You got a kiss for me, it hits me hard My hands on my head, your words are like arrows My hands on my head, theres permanent damage Head injury, head injury, head injury You got a kiss for me, its sweet and frail You got a fist for me, sure to impale My hand on my head, your words are like arrows My hand on my head, my mind in shambles Head injury |
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| 12. |
| 6:27 |
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So he's afraid he'll suffer his father's fate
Two sets of silverware, cups and plates Two burning hands and bleeding hearts Don't feel it's not too late to start Only the photographs on your wall Are chained and down your hall Reminding you of all the days When you collected hell to pay Well hell to pay I said it's not too late Not it's not too late Incessant mace, incessant mace Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace Magazine stacks and broken backs Are what you get for piling stacks Beneath your treasure chest You wonder why you're under stress I said it's not too late No, no, it's not too late Yeah it's not too late Incessant mace, incessant mace, Incessant mace, incessant mace Oh God I can see it, you know it's incessant mace Mace, mace, mace, mace |
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| 1:02 | 
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