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Domo
02:11
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I got a feeling that this whole 'god-given' bit
was concentrated when the whole world up and quit
I know I ain't the prettiest I ain't the smartest but
I sure do got a lot of heart
It's when yer thinking that yer badder than the rest and baby
then the masturbation starts
I gave up only inches but it cost me several miles
And all the while my teeth are falling out of my skull
I can't remember drinking but I know I know the feeling
And all the autographs I signed are voided and null
Everything is fine cause now I know it's time
Everything is fine cause now I know it's time
Everything is fine cause now I know it's time
Everything is fine cause now I know it's time
Everything is fine cause now I know it's time
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Satellite
03:03
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No star I'm just a satellite
So far I ain't lost my appetite
Old scars I reopen every night
It takes too long to explain
Disdain mistaken as an arrogance
Dismissed but not for lack of evidence
Old man broken by the circumstance
Steps in front of a train
Well no one really got the message
Though it was written in the sky
Now everybody laughs in my direction
Staring at the big dumb jerk who dared to try
But fuck it cause I ain't
No star I'm just a satellite
So far I ain't lost my appetite
Old scars I reopen every night
It takes too long to explain
Disdain mistaken as an arrogance
Dismissed but not for lack of evidence
Old man broken by the circumstance
Steps in front of a train
So I said to myself
Wake up and start a fire
yer gonna make the wannabes wanna retire
and after every each and every subsequent episode
it's gonna make their motherfuckin heads explode
well look out
No star I'm just a satellite
So far I ain't lost my appetite
Old scars I reopen every night
It takes too long to explain
Disdain mistaken as an arrogance
Dismissed but not for lack of evidence
Old man broken by the circumstance
Steps in front of a train
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End of My Rope
02:50
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Well my life is over but who fuckin cares?
As I shout at the moon in my underwear
I've proffered with devils and angels with wings
But none of them gave me what I really needed
At the end of my rope but the road keeps on
At the end of my rope but the road keeps on
At the end of my rope but the road keeps goin
Well I've tried that heroin ain't had much gas
I just stared at the walls and scratched at my ass
Naw my drug's indifference with ennui to boot
And a passive empathy that's never been mute
At the end of my rope but the road keeps on
At the end of my rope but the road keeps on
At the end of my rope but the road keeps goin
So hand me my cigarettes ain't much to do
At least I got whiskey and comfortable boots
I think I'll be ok as long as I'm drunk
And not think about how I'm some miserable punk
At the end of my rope but the road keeps on
At the end of my rope but the road keeps on
At the end of my rope but the road keeps goin
At the end of my rope but the road keeps on
At the end of my rope but the road keeps on
At the end of my rope but the road keeps goin
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St Christopher
01:30
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He lives in a motor lodge in Kansas City
(and he always camps out)
He's loaded on saki bombs and quaaludes
(and he's free of any doubt)
Hello St Christopher
Hello St Christopher
Hello St Christopher
Yer bad as fucking hell!
He's got the cemetery record
(for most times buried alive)
He's got a thousand speeding tickets
(but he don't know how to drive)
Hello St Christopher
Hello St Christopher
Hello St Christopher
Yer bad as fucking hell!
He's got a talent for the finer things
(and all the cheapest drugs)
He ain't got time to haggle or argue
(he just don't give any fucks)
Hello St Christopher
Hello St Christopher
Hello St Christopher
Yer bad as fucking hell!
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Bismarck
03:51
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All I wanted was a place to stand
A glass of water or a helping hand
All I wanted was a place to say I do
Ain't one to make no big demands
The type of person who could understand
All I wanted was someone to say you, too
We rode our dirt bikes on those dirt roads
For like hours split open kneecap under snow
Dirt tracks and jumping made ramps tron
Console big league chew and pickup games
Of basketball jumped off the back porch
Split my tooth and double tonsillectomies
Never wanted to be superman
Got more from oscar's garbage can
All I wanted was a place to call my home
All I want now is a comfy bed
A quiet place where I can rest my head
All I want now is a place to call my own
Mourning the tree they cut down that we
Made our very own death star inhaling corn
Nuts playing pac-man for free at the bump'n
Tilt we ate a box of milkbones cause there
Were no chips in cabinets flipped go-karts
Basement kaiju and the monkees every morning
So long ago
It's for serenity I beg
It's for security that I pray
So long ago
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Duane (Ode to Basilisk)
03:10
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Don't look or
Pay attention
Don't listen
To anyone
Here
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Atmosphere
01:27
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Japanese Stratocaster
03:48
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Terrifying the roar of my heart in my ears
Comma six-strings the final ride of those
God damned
Well when we first met when we were ten
We could tell what the other was thinking
I don't need to know the where or when
I just need to know yer escapin
I got a heart attack that just won't budge
And a half a heart is never enough
I got a heart attack that just won't budge
And a half a heart is never enough
Nightmare exchange just don't wanna believe it
Mountain dew fame not like it's a big secret
Now na na this boat has sailed again
Even though the bottom is leakin
And na na we don't have to pretend
We can hear without either one speakin
I got a heart attack that just won't budge
And a half a heart is never enough
I got a heart attack that just won't budge
And a half a heart is never enough
I often pray that you can see me
But then there's someone staring at me
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Staring at Postcards
04:20
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I'm high but my spirit's low
Woke up face down in the kitchen
Empty bottle in each hand
You gotta love what yer missin
Or you'll never learn to stand
Ain't no use staring at postcards
Or stowin away on a train
You got yer reasons for hidin
And throwin yer life down the drain
I'm high but my spirit's low
I'm high but my spirit's low
Been waitin for this world to blow
I'm high but my spirit's low
Stumbled out onto the porch step
Thinkin bout peaches and cream
Found nothin out there but horse shit
And throwaway lottery schemes
You beat the devil to Hades
Set up shop right under his nose
Then you went and wrecked yer Mercedes
We know how the rest of this goes
I'm high but my spirit's low
I'm high but my spirit's low
Been waitin for this world to blow
I'm high but my spirit's low
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10. |
March of the Luddites
03:06
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They got the flying car ready to go
And it's super pristine
I got the molotov ready to throw
If you know what I mean
And everybody gets a jetpack and super
Fucking kickbacks y'know!
While the miracle technology
Is constantly shoved down my throat
What's up with all of this machinery
When mother nature's got it made
And I struggle at the sight of gears
And our certain doom is post paid
So the scientific certainty just
Reacts with a shrug
And the lunatic technocracy
Needs to get they ass bugged
And everybody gets a TV and super
Strain diseases.....alright!
And those whistle stoppin campaign
Whores just wanna fuck you all night
What's up with all of this machinery
When mother nature's got it made
And I struggle at the sight of gears
And our certain doom is post paid
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11. |
Blownaparte
03:53
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I got the kinda heartache that you read about
It's feelin really empty here where we
Used to meet
When every conversation turns to scream and shout
Each time that you advance well I call a
Full retreat
I know that sunlight burns I need a tourniquet
You know that ain't true but you make it
Sound so sweet
I know I sometimes spout off on some bullshit
You know that ain't true but you'll
Never Say so
Well healthy living's givin me a heart attack
I jog a couple feet and I need a
Cigarette
I never thought I'd wanna live 100 years
Before I met you well you know I'da
Taken that bet
As we lay down to end another perfect day
I see the distance in you and it just
Breaks my heart
Though I feel that same distance inside of me
Just to admit it means that I'm
Fuckin blown apart
I'm fucking blownaparte
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Taste
Failure in my mouth and it's bitter
Just like ashes in my lungs
Fear
Fear of falling down and feeling so warm
I'll never leave the ground
Sunshine
Fear of your light burns me conscious
Irritating and so sweet
Summer
I can see you
In the sky
Straight ahead with feeling
And my blood is running cold
But my sanity corrupts me
And I just have to break the mold
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13. |
Broken Mouse
03:38
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This hole is my whole world
Scavenged all of my things
I feel the scratches every day
The light is miracle
Escaping black and wet
And no one hears a word I say
Oh comfort is illusion
You ride and it takes you home
You ride and it takes you home
You ride and it takes you hold
Oh comfort is illusion
You ride and it takes you home
You ride and it takes you home
You ride and it takes you hold
The chemicals are fresh
Voracious and intense
I burn my hands most every day
The cheese is in its trap
The deadliest embrace
And now the shadow's here to stay
Oh comfort is illusion
You ride and it takes you home
You ride and it takes you home
You ride and it takes you hold
Oh comfort is illusion
You ride and it takes you home
You ride and it takes you home
You ride and it takes you hold
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Alphabet Road
02:27
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Alphabet Road
You've given me a lot to think about
Alphabet Road
You've given me a lot to think about
Dear Lord won't you please hear my confession?
You know I ain't got nowhere to be
Sometimes just to use an old expression
Lord you made a gambler outta me
Alphabet Road
You've given me a lot to think about
Alphabet Road
You've given me a lot to think about
Dear Lord I ain't tryin to compliment you
Sometimes I think yer a piece of shit
Oh but still I wanna pray and praise you
That ain't something I care to admit
Alphabet Road
You've given me a lot to think about
Alphabet Road
You've given me a lot to think about
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15. |
Filibuster
02:12
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It figures that it was a regular contest
The parlay wadn't rushed and the whistle
Held crown
It figures that it was a regular contest
The parlay wadn't rushed and the whistle
Threw down
Just past the cemetery marked in remembrance of
The lonely statuary their frozen looks of love
This fucked up aphorism it fits them like a glove
They keep on searchin for an answer from above
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
It figures that it was a regular contest
The parlay wadn't rushed and the whistle
Held crown
It figures that it was a regular contest
The parlay wadn't rushed and the whistle
Threw down
Just past the cemetery marked in remembrance of
The lonely statuary their frozen looks of love
This fucked up aphorism it fits them like a glove
They keep on searchin for an answer from above
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
Can't see that far
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16. |
Arigato
04:05
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I had a vision of legendary fight with
An icepick
The audience was looking for a couple mouths
To feed
I keep forgetting accidentally reporting
The reset
The whole world's listening now give em what they
Really need
And if you don't wanna give much of a fuck
You can say
Arigato
Alright
Arigato
Alright
I'm always yelling it's the only way I know
To surrender
The audience was seeking someone with the nerves
Of steel
And sugar coating truth is really just a way
To ignore it
A representative will type out yer
Achilles' heel
And if you don't wanna give much of a fuck
You can say
Arigato
Alright
Arigato
That's right
Arigato
Fuck yeah alright
Arigato
All the time
Put yer head in the clouds
But keep yer feet on the ground
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