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Burned-out wreck spotted on the beach
A symbol of my life how can I believe in books When by heart lies to me? I'm full of shit! Bumming real hard on cold steel facts - I'm full of shit! |
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| 2. |
| 2:04 |
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Hey, ice machine
Will you cut me? Thin line Cut Big scissors Cut Cut loose Cut ? ? Big scissors Stop Cut |
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| 3. |
| 1:47 |
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"when those bombs start falling on the first day of
World war three, I'm gonna grab me a girl And go and fuck her, yeah-yeah world War three" |
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| 1:13 | 
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| 5. |
| 0:41 |
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| 6. |
| 1:59 |
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a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem -
obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs) slept on a mexican beach, slept in trash (american trash) thinking too much can ruin a good time. I asked a mexican who ran a bar for americans "who won" I said "the election?" he laughed and I felt like a gringo - we paid for a song and they had fun with us. why can't you buy a good time? why are there soldiers in the streets? why did I spend the fourth in someone else's country? |
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| 7. |
| 2:45 |
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Wrapped and sealed with masking tape
Moistened with sweat Experience existence of ignorance - the product of capitalism |
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| 8. |
| 3:53 |
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The highest love, a woman's touch
Harmony, a strong mind, a strong body, beauty, all the things He couldn't be, all The things he couldn't have. Little man with a gun in his hand |
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| 9. |
| 3:55 |
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We'll talk some reason
We could look at the past Will the nation grow? Prosperity may last Can we look At the problems ahead? With our heads in the sand We might as well be dead Cheer him on The leader of the team He'll push on through At all cost to win But are we free To think for ourselves Or doomed To repeat our mistakes? When you hear them and call your name Can you count the lives they will take? Do you have to see the body bags Before you make a stand? The cheerleaders Call our their names On the sidelines They can feel the players sweat And i wonder What it is they see? All the rallies Will never set them free Can you hear them Call your name? Can you count the lives They will take? Do you have to see the body bags Come off the plane Just a little bit Just a little bit Just a little bit too late Can you hear them Call your name? Can you count the lives They will take? Do you have to see the body bags Before you make a stand? Can you hear them Just a little bit Just a little bit too late |
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| 10. |
| 3:27 |
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What is peace
To the people Who work the land And die in wars? It was learned in a game That was played by us all Who held the top of the hill From the rest was called the king And I can't believe it all Was good for humankind Is it peace To point the guns? Is it war To fire the guns? We would run with all of our might Push the king off to take the hill And to learn who was king And who makes the better serf I can't believe it all Was good for humankind And i have to read the lies Between the lines Believe in this We are part Of a whole we call the earth And i have to read the lies Between the lines |
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| 11. |
| 3:39 |
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| 12. |
| 2:47 |
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Say now
My trip in line with others Have the door pointing to others Door means a separate wall is in between Symbols assert the Big Butt Whoopin Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days This rhythm that is all head What makes Breaks the fakes Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days And when reality appears digital And the big hankering cometh I'll vote yes for life in the big choice poll I'll be glad I did Your mind Organized by nazis Your heart and mind conspiring Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days Not since those days Forever with you Ever without you Take our test (and so on) |
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| 13. |
| 2:53 |
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| 14. |
| 5:55 |
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