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Small Town Livin'
04:29
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In a small town living in a strange place. There lived a young man and his name is James. His fanily loved him but drove him insane. The same faces everyday broke his brain.
Dead end job is how he makes his pay. Never gets the sleep he needs for hid days. A man broke in and sweapt his girl away. Now he only has his hand to lay.
Yeah, yeah this is the story of a man. Yeah, yeah shadows bleak and his tale is grand. Yeah, yeah follow along this kind is rare. Yeah, yeah this is was what he has to share.
He never had a minute all to himself. Those watchful eyes always tried to help. Menacing fingers dance around his wealth. His indepence collect dust on a shelf.
The lady that he loved played him along. Always tried his best but he did it wrong. He showed her how he felt through guitar and song. And now another mans hand pulls down her thong
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Yeah, yeah this is the story of a man. Yeah, yeah shadows bleak and his tale is grand. Yeah, yeah follow along this kind is rare. Yeah, yeah this is was what he has to share.
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Starving
04:20
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I dont want to make your face grow old. I dont want to break your soul. Throw myself deep in a hole. It makes my heart as black as coal.
Looking down at my shoes, had my fair share of the blues. Taught my monster to abuse, turned my mind in to a fuse.
I know i have it oh so good, I do less than what i should. I left out more than I could, I'm more gone than where I stood.
Looking down at my shoes, had my fair share of the blues. Taught my monster to abuse, turned my mind in to a fuse.
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Score
04:12
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I got this feeling resting in my chest and I dont know what for. I got this aching in my chest and I and know the fucking score. I got to get myself out of this town before it pulls me down. I find myself walking around in circles trying to get out.
You can't break me, oh you can't shake me, oh you can't bring me down. You can't shoot me, oh you can't lose me, oh you can't bring me down, oh you can't bring me down.
I pulled my head right up and out your ass now I can see ahead. I waljed with stead and got up outta there before I wound up dead. I met a man and he pulled me his way and this is what he said. "Son I heard about you on the news, you gotta watch your step."
You can't break me, oh you can't shake me, oh you can't bring me down. You can't shoot me, oh you can't lose me, oh you can't bring me down, oh you can't bring me down.
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He's My Friend
03:48
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We had a long time rivalry, then I shared a drink with Arthur King. Screaming shranana was all that I could see. Here comes the sun 'till he fell asleep, whiskey, scotch, and all the other things. And all those songs that we used to sing.
Late night here alone, call up my buddies phone. What are we gonna do? Building our songs up, finding that right tone. How are we gonna do? Long sober nights, it never feels right. Hop in the car and drive accross town to, get that bottle of blue.
I got my own thing going now, but Arther King's still helping me out. Still looking for the beat to my feet. Then along came Uncle Stix, he asked me kindly, "Do you have a spot for me"? Finally found the guy to make our two to a three.
Late night here alone, call up my buddies phone. What are we gonna do? Building our songs up, finding that right tone. How are we gonna do? Long sober nights, it never feels right. Hop in the car and drive accross town to, get that bottle of blue.
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The Cat
03:05
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Black cat wanders throughbthe graveyard, moons up and the sun is down. Dead grass where is paws indent, his eyes dialate from what he found.
Land of the dead led him straight to, a headstone with JCW. Cymbals crash far off in the distance, found the sound and then he knew.
I can't believe, what's in front of me. A science lab, creating chemistry. I like your sound but, it needs molding. I'll take you to, where the crowds sing.
The Cat had a lot of tuna to share, he said, "Boys, pull up a chair". The Cat got a scratch in his throat, out came a little ball of hair.
He told the tune of whats ahead, cities in the distnace and the money's puy. Closed eyes they took a leap, about to put the world down for the count.
I can't believe, what's in front of me. A science lab, creating chemistry. I like your sound but, it needs molding. I'll take you to, where the crowds sing.
Black cat wanders throughbthe graveyard, moons up and the sun is down. Dead grass where is paws indent, his eyes dialate from what he found.
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Band Of Sluts
03:33
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We're on the open road. We're playing nightly shows. The sour taste in my mouth to stay. Our chest's are open wide. Our cult keeps stopping by. The sour taste in my mouth melts away.
Here we go we're gonna take her top iff, gonnna hop on never gonna hop off. We're going all the way! Touching skin that makes you rethink how soft, dirty water flows down out of the loft. Polymorphic frames!
This is our curtain call. But we're still far from tall. The sour taste in my mouth to stay. We're new age rocket men. To outer space we send. The sounds we make have something to say.
sour taste in my mouth melts away.
Here we go we're gonna take her top iff, gonnna hop on never gonna hop off. We're going all the way! Touching skin that makes you rethink how soft, dirty water flows down out of the loft. Polymorphic frames!
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7. |
Thinking in Reverse
03:31
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Pockets full of timely changes. I take leaps of faith and make it. We got it, we got it, we got it. I hate your time I'm lost in mine.
Right there but you dont realize that you all made it for the first time. Caught up in a web of lies forget about the past and go on outside. I got my animals and they're all coming for the first time. Stand up on a picket line but its much harder on the outside.
Pockets full of timely changes. I take leaps of faith and make it. We got it, we got it, we got it. I hate your time I'm lost in mine.
Just under the mountain peak our ounds are floating down all of the creeks. In the ground it starts to seep and on its way back up it feeds the sheep. Sheperd heard behind the trees the hooves of his beasts wandering up the steaps. Don't know what they want to seek, but when they find it they can hardly speak.
Pockets full of timely changes. I take leaps of faith and make it. We got it, we got it, we got it. I hate your time I'm lost in mine.
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Pinch Me
04:16
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These places feel so strange, thunder through my veins. And I'm out from under. The things i feel have changed, are way out of my range. And I shout, "surrender".
Line after petty line, the snow is filling up my mind. The sound of your legs drum. The "C" opens wide, on top of me she rides, to somewhere. I don't care!
Won't break, wont' break, need to see what i can take. Won't shake, Won't shake, off the feeling that we're late. Fornicate, fornicate, under consent of the King. Cut you with my ring. In and out I swing. I sing.
Echoed slated woiunds, my piece has just left you. And I'm in, from over. My brain is badly bruised but, somehow it lets me choose to come down, from the tower.
Line after petty line, the snow is filling up my mind. The sound of your legs drum. The "C" opens wide, on top of me she rides, to somewhere. I don't care!
Won't break, wont' break, need to see what i can take. Won't shake, Won't shake, off the feeling that we're late. Fornicate, fornicate, under consent of the King. Cut you with my ring. In and out I swing. I sing.
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Hump-A-Scat
03:58
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Everybody wants a piece, our people coming down with a disease. A fever, we got a fever. Can't trust you i can't trust me we wont fall backwards out our seats. Invincibility, invincibility.
Oh, oh, oh, how did we? Oh, oh, oh make it!
No one I know wants to float, up the river in our boat. How about you? I know you do. Can't be baught I can't be sold, nobody seems to want to carry their own load. It's time to get it on, it's time to get it on.
Oh, oh, oh, how did we? Oh, oh, oh, how did we? Oh, oh, oh, how did we? Oh, oh, oh make it! Oh, oh, oh, how did we?
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Holy Papa
05:30
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We only came to see what you offer. What we have to offer starts with what you got. We ain't got no time for your arguements. We got money and women and power and fame.
Did you just offer us, a brand new tour bus. All the women and money we need, to get us on our feet. What page was that stage, been dreaming since a young age.
Sign the paper boys, you're going to make a lot of money with us.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Shut the fuck up. Hey! Hey! Hey! Sign on the dotted lines. Hey! Hey! Hey! What's your life worth? Hey! Hey! Hey! Sign it away.
You have a proposition we cant refuse. I thought so what do you have to lose? Alright boys we cant start all over. Get ready to sign all of you life away.
Did you just offer us, a brand new tour bus. All the women and money we need, to get us on our feet. What page was that stage, been dreaming since a young age.
Thank you for having us, it's been a pleasure.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Shut the fuck up. Hey! Hey! Hey! Sign on the dotted lines. Hey! Hey! Hey! What's your life worth? Hey! Hey! Hey! Sign it away.
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Silhouette
07:48
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Lonesome paradise, I share it with the ice. That sits upon my nose, I sit atop the white tipped rose. I never felt so clear, the love spread there and here. I find myself alone, quite possibly the last one home. Lots of sacrifice, so many goodbyes. And here I have my own, book of all the things I've done. Watering our leaves, while salt rains down on me. And with a joyfull cry, I scream out to the western sky.
How much pressure do I need to know? To turn this piece of shit into gold. How much pressure do I need to feel? To keep on pushing around this wheel.
I was the kid, always playing in the woods. Now I came into all these riches and goods. I try to behave, but it's hard to get away. With keeping my name, the way it is.
How much pressure do I need to know? To turn this piece of shit into gold. How much pressure do I need to feel? To keep on pushing around this wheel.
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12. |
Geoffrey
04:07
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We're wherwe the crowds sing. Our dreams became a thing. Now tell me, where the fuck have you been?
Our dancing pretty lights. Broking glass in our eyes. The bulbs were a little to bright. Bottoms up, whiskey down, on the land we start to drown. Somebody grab the bottle away from him. White rhino runs the rails, also helps me hammer nails. Ladies and Gentlemen, Uncle Stix.
Throw yourself around. Before you hit the ground. Oh shit The Cat is out. Cause when you party with us Voce foy atropelado. Throw yourself around. Before you hit the ground. Oh shit The Cat is out. Cause when you party with us Voce foy atropelado.
We,ve got a choice of this or that, whiplash your head got knocked back. Hey, hey, hey you good, you alright? Don't think youll get that call, you left your stain on the walls. It's been a fun trip all in all.
Throw yourself around. Before you hit the ground. Oh shit The Cat is out. Cause when you party with us Voce foy atropelado.
Throw yourself around. Before you hit the ground. Oh shit The Cat is out. Cause when you party with us Voce foy atropelado.
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