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| 1. |
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Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day, 1964 She could not hold it against him There were times when there was nothing she could do But lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together A picture of better days And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight If we're never together, if I'm never back again Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight In all the years that went by, she said she'd always love him And from the day that he died She never loved again And in his wallet she kept on her nightstand An A.A. card and a lock of red hair She kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart It killed a part of her before the rest was gone She said, "if I would have known just how things would have ended up I just would have let myself die" And just like James, I'm drinking Irish tonight With the memory of his last work week will be gone forever Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight If we're never together, if I'm never back again Well, I swear to God that I'll love you forever Evelyn, I'm not coming home tonight |
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| 2. |
| 3:06 |
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It's time for some real world politics
Economics, history, math and English Born and raised and bred walking a thin line Between lost and succeeding it's another cannibal The rules aren't changing, if you really don't like it The threat has always been there, and terror always happens For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said All we have is these pictures of us If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did And without this we might as well be dead They're all black and white people And that doesn't have anything to do with us After all these years it's still an arms race After all these years they still don't fucking get it Lives and cultures matter more than capitalist interest It's the FBI, it's the CIA, the ATM, the IMF, in the end, fuck you For all the fights, for all the songs, all we said All we have is these pictures of us If it doesn't matter now, then it never really did And without this we might as well be dead When you are so hungry that you'd believe anything They're selling you the politics of starving And what the fuck does that really mean to us? |
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| 3. |
| 3:17 | 
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| 4. |
| 3:13 |
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Last night, a room full drunk
Sang along to the songs I never had the courage to write Given the chance I'd stay in this chorus forever Where everything ugly in this world is sadly beautiful in our desperate memories No, we're not gonna call anyone on their shit tonight Even though the half of you won't even smile the next time we pass on the street Maybe somehow this scam will still save us all Still save us all, still save us all And I saw you dancing at a punk rock show And for a moment we walked streets that everyone else had given up to 4 am Cursed promises and spray paint marking everywhere we went And every direction only going as far as we let it There's so many things we tried to do truthfully By the time it's through with us it all falls apart Maybe somehow this scam will still save us all Still save us all, still save us all |
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| 2:29 |
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Everything you've got to hold onto
Everything you relied on to be there is completely fucked There's a skeleton of loyalty hanging in the gallows of your heart No one wins this one And where are your friends? Please help me through these years ahead Are we just drinking buddies Playing with each other's dearest vulnerability, that this is all we know? So this is how it's gonna stay? I think I would rather remember how it was and go our separate ways I don't feel anything unless we are living and dying for each other Every second of our lives Everything you thought that it would be Everything you thought you were living for is completely fucked This is no place to be And if we don't get out of here right now We're just gonna end up drunk, fucking, and fighting and working machines If I have another cigarette, if I drink another beer Sit quiet another time when I should have said oh, this is too much There are things I never wanted to be This ship has sprung a leak And I'll be damned if I'm going down with it Still breathing at any cost |
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| 6. |
| 2:08 |
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| 7. |
| 2:24 |
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We're all presidents, we're all congressmen
We're all cops in waiting We are all workers of the world There is the elite and the dispossessed And it's only about survival Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth And reach an obscure kind of perfection Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible Let's try not to remember any names We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision United we'll make them remember our history, or how we'd like to be told And we rock because it's us against them, we've found our own reasons to sing And it's so much less confusing when lines are drawn like that When people are either consumers or revolutionaries Enemies or friends hanging on to the fringes of the cogs in the system It's just about knowing where everyone stands All of a sudden people start talking about guns Talking like they're going to war Cause they've found something to die for Start taking back what they stole Sure beats every other option But does it make a difference how we get it? Do you really fucking get it? No, no, no, no |
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| 2:25 |
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We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
And doesn't care how many people are counted at the door That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more Than a plate of food and a place to rest They'd strike chords that cut like a knife It means so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always belonged We would dance like no one was watching, with one fist in the air Our arena's just basements and bookstores across an underground America With this fire, we could light With this fire, we could Just gimme a scene where the music is free And the beer is not the life of the party And there's no need to shit talk or impress Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon And every promise that's made and bragged Is meant, if not kept We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back Let's make everybody sing That they are the beginning and ending of everything That we all are stronger Than everything they taught us that we should fear |
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| 2:40 |
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Through the best of times, through the worst of times
Through Nixon and through Bush Do you remember '36, we went our separate ways You fought for Stalin, I fought for freedom You believe in authority, I believe in myself I'm a molotov cocktail, you're Dom Perignon Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes? What I'm trying to say is that I burn down buildings while you sit on a shelf inside of them You call the cops on the looters and pie throwers They call it class war I call them co-conspirators Cause baby, I'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal We marched together for the eight-hour day and held hands in the streets of Seattle But when it came time to throw bricks through that Starbucks window You left me all alone, all alone You watched in awe at the red, white and blue On the Fourth of July While those fireworks were exploding I was burning that fucker and stringing my black flag high Eating the peanuts that the parties have tossed you In the back seat of your father's new Ford You believe in the ballot, you believe in reform You have faith in the elephant and jackass and to you solidarity's a four-letter word We're all hypocrites, but you're a patriot You thought I was only joking when I was screaming kill whitey at the top of my lungs At the cops in their cars and the men in their suits No, I won't take your hand and marry the state Cause baby, I'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal We marched together for the eight-hour day and held hands in the streets of Seattle But when it came time to throw bricks through that Starbucks window You left me all alone, all alone |
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| 2:38 |
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Dear mother, this is just survival
Can't promise your children everything But you won't lie so they can sleep tonight Defeat tasted nothing like you said Still 22 days left 'till the end of the world My legacy was making you a man For a justice I could not change This is one voice not to forget Fight every fight like you can win An iron-fisted champion, an iron-willed fuck up Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas Why death is easier than living You can be almost anything when you're on your fucking knees, not today Not my son, my family Not while walking is still honest and you haven't given up on me Dear shithead, this isn't happening The sky is really falling The paint's all made of lead There's asbestos in the walls Hell's coming to rip off the doors To your privileged heaven Do you want to love and feel it? You can look, but you can't taste it You can reach, but you'll never have it We are untouchable, untouchable is something to be Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas Why death is easier than living You can be almost anything when you're on your fucking knees, not today Not my son, my family Not while walking is still honest and you haven't given up on me You haven't given up on me You haven't forgotten me |
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| 4:00 |
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