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Punk Two
02:51
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I cannot pay that fine
Spent all my dough online
Pull me out of this hole
Discount my used up soul
They’ve been telling me I’m my own enemy
So I chewed off every hand that was feeding me
What is it worth to you?
Cobblers kids ain’t got no shoes
Put me out to pastures green
In the next life first round’s on me
They’ve been telling me I’m my own enemy
So I chewed off every hand that was feeding me
Dead broke
Every head was shaking; I never wondered why
Dead broke
Now I’m running out of money so I guess I’ll have to die
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Work
01:11
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If I die tonight then I won’t have to work tomorrow
If I don’t wake up: sweet.
If I die tonight then I won’t have to work tomorrow
If I don’t wake up: I’ll be free.
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Satan Does the Numbers
02:49
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The love of this is the root of evil
If you don’t work then you won’t eat either
Moths and rust corrupt
Thieves break in and steal
Pleasure seekers lined and arrowed
Stray far from the straight and narrow
Stick me up at sin’s bodega
Feed your lust and never waiver
The night is young and we’re still able to put our money on the table
He who loves this will be a poor man
Whoever loves wine won’t be rich again
Interested in debt?
Fronting plus the tax?
Pleasure seekers drawn and quartered
Hatches battened, windows boarded
Stick me up at sin’s bodega
Feed your lust and never waiver
The night is young and we’re still able to put our money on the table
Satan’s been doing the numbers.
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4. |
Idols
01:41
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Impulse...
It must be nice to have your cake to keep and still you eat it twice
Deny...
Who cares the price? You’ve got the social capital to wreck some lives.
We won’t just bite our tongues we’ll sew our faces shut;
Nobody wants to be the one to pull back the curtain.
Is it wrong if nobody’s watching?
If nobody hears is there any point talking?
Is it fine if someone will do it?
Is anything fine if you put your mind to it?
Do you reconcile with your fucked up idols
Should you meet them in person?
Power over everything - Everybody’s listening
They’ll never own up to anything.
We won’t just bite our tongues we’ll sew our faces shut;
Nobody wants to be the one to pull back the curtain.
And when we tear them down... they’ll raise them higher up.
Let’s face it. Our idols are assholes.
You can only point the finger at somebody else for so long until you find it pointing at
yourself.
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Swept Out
04:15
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Stand on the edge
Fight with the wind
The end is waiting to begin
Chip on my shoulder
So don’t let me steer
Someone whispering in my ear
You’ve been living life with one foot out the door like you did before
Consequence is a backseat driver
Slapping sense into you only fuels your fire
Swept out, trapped in the tidal water
Down wind, was drowning then caught fire
Should get help for myself but couldn’t bother
It doesn’t matter to me (it doesn’t matter to you)
Should I happen to fall
When you feel everything I’ll feel nothing at all
You’ve been living life with one foot out the door like you did before
You asked me to start treading water
But I wouldn’t bother because I’m getting farther
Swept out, trapped in the tidal water
Down wind, was drowning then caught fire
Should get help for myself but couldn’t bother
I couldn’t bother
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6. |
Hotel Hallway
03:24
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i think i need a mental hide away
you never see things my way
blood ties on both our lives until our next big fight in a hotel hallway
on dead nights with little pay
our past gets in the way
beers smashed and late nights spats
now we're both strung out on the trans can highway
the chopping block has met the knife
dismantled our whole life
in hindsight it sounds quite nice; just a normal job with a boring wife
blood smeared on our bedroom door
we're not worth fighting for
we both made up our memories from movie tropes we watched on tv
relapse relapse, can't keep track
just want our futures back
you said using wasn't an issue and if we weren't friends then i might believe you
it's hard to get used to
we're not easing into it.
if tomorrow ends like yesterday there will be hell to pay
i said i'd go but i'll have to stay 'cause im too burnt out now to fade away
i know we've both seen better days
though, its hard to see through a thick drug haze
move toward a healthy phase
then we'll revert back to our old sick ways
we're not easing into it
it's hard t get used to.
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Tanner
04:04
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I don’t feel so well
You don’t look so good
Crossed wires underneath your shirt
You should’ve had it once
But lost it twice
Can’t count the times I didn’t do it right
The worst part about it: it’s exactly what I wanted
A short drop
A quick stop
I don’t feel so well
You don’t look so good
Don’t know what you said but I’m into it
If I do any I’ll do too many
If I count the time I’ve done plenty
The worst part about it: it’s exactly what I wanted
A short drop
A quick stop
Admit it.
We up and quit years ago
but we’re both too proud to say
Admit it.
We up and quit years ago
both too sad to walk away
Don’t feel so well
Don’t look so good
Both too sad to walk away
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Sick Children
02:50
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who is the keeper of these children?
it’s hard to take
it's hard to take it all on faith
when you watch your own kids starving but cant put food on their plate
i heard that He was good
and i heard that He was great
as a crutch for passing judgement and a conduit for hate
what kind of plan
was it to build man just to tear him down again?
whatever deity would put this into place
i would spit into His face
who is the keeper of these children?
what kind of plan
was it to build me just to tear me down again?
whatever deity will put this to an end i’d pray to them
i'll believe in them
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9. |
Drew
00:55
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Am I a fish alligator?
Hey, you tell me!
Yeah, I’m a fish alligator.
You got a problem with that? You got a problem with me.
So here you come… rollin’ up on your two wheel
You look in the garage.
What do you see?
Us.
And what do you say? What do you fucking say?
“Am I a fish alligator?
Hey, you tell me!
Yeah, I’m a fish alligator.
(Hey! I’m getting’ out of here)
You got a problem with that? You got a problem with me.”
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Paranoid
01:24
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If only walls could talk
They’d spill the shit
That chokes the village throat
If only I could turn back clocks
I’d rewrite every word I’ve wrote
I am paranoid
But I’ve got the real story
I am paranoid
Do they know we know?
Do they know that we know?
I’ve seen your trick
Your slight of hand
You won’t get blood out of this stone
This poison in the well is rising
Now your cover has been blown
I am paranoid
The truth is quite gory
I am paranoid
Do they know we know?
Do they know that we know?
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11. |
Back Burner
02:59
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There couldn’t be a better time to throw it all away
I’ve spent a couple years with myself in decay
Made plans; won’t show
Won’t call to see what I owe
It’s going all to hell
I impress myself with the lengths I go not to leave the house
I impress myself with the lengths I go to ignore my health
It will be boiling over my back burner
I spend my days digging a grave to call my own
You’d try to pull me out but I won’t use the phone
Screen calls - burn my mail
It’s goin’ off the rails
And headed straight to hell
I disappoint myself with the lengths I go to avoid your help
If you want to save yourself look away from me sitting on that shelf
You will be boiling over my back burner
I impress myself.
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12. |
Strange Adventures
00:56
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Bait my few good traits into the pits
and hope the sickest of them win
I’ll be happiest with bloody fists
in an empty home where we once lived
I’m an Island
I burn every bridge
Don’t really blame you
if I could
I’d take a break from me, too
Was born a prick with diamond eyes
Nothing I do surprises you
I make the most mess
when I’m restless:
self fulfilling, reckless
Never been one to build a house
but sure can burn one down
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13. |
Wide Awake
03:25
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Don’t want to die but you sleep all day
The smell of chemicals in your brain
I’m wide awake and waiting on the end of the world
Sit back and watch it burn
Who fucking cares
I’m wide awake and waiting on the end of the world
I feel so low that it shows and still nobody notices
Nobody knows
With my life a mess and the house a wreck
And the drugs they stick to the edge of the mirror
In the heat the drugs they stick
I’m wide awake and waiting on the end of the world
Don’t have to die but you can’t stay here
Go to sleep and make it disappear
I’m wide awake and waiting on the end of the world
I keep it warm and close
Locked, loaded, and probed
Always exposed
With my hands a mess and the kids a wreck
And the drugs they stick to the edge of the mirror
I’m unable to breathe, what a relief
I made it this far
Unable to breathe hard to believe
I made it
I’m wide awake.
I feel so low that it shows and still nobody notices
Nobody knows
With my life a mess and the house a wreck
And drugs, they stick to the edge of the mirror
I’m wide awake.
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