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I draw them on reckless,
etched in, scratched in like resurrection. Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too. I've got to give some to get some. Mining in the river Standing in the rain. Down on your knees As you heave at the drain. You can lead a whore to water and bet she'll drink and follow orders. And I said, "Is this what you wanted?" "Is this what you needed?" Give it some more time. Tonight I'm going to a party, but it's already started without me. I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phase. I've got to give some to get some. The disco ball spins away another year. I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year. Only three words come to mind. |
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| 2. |
| 3:50 |
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Give me back
my pictures of me. Me, you and him makes three. It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress and i hope you know. Like a bitch in heat, I hope she know. So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows. Staring at a parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet the characters don't speak and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: Space always expanding. So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of my fist I hope she knows. A hiccup in paradise I keep you jealously to myself, in a photo the size of a kiss a kiss in the shape of a bullet. On phone lines and letterheads I'm dying about. I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing. There's always one more thing. If I can't have you no one will. Pushing a lover to love another. Are you turned on? I keep you jealously to myself. |
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| 3. |
| 4:33 |
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I'm glad when you're near
and I'm sad when you're here. This is what it's like to be me. I'm glad when you're here and I'm sad when you're near. This is what it's like to die alone. This all hurts me so much that i honestly believe you're the one this is hard for. I'm bartered tact for wit and I've already made up a billion stories about you. Knee deep in static I hear you breaking up, we're breaking up, I guess we're breaking up. You're not the other woman you're just another (woman). Another hobby for a guy like me. I'm glad when you're here. and I'm sad when you're near. That is what it's like to be me. You're given me a heart like a gun and I'm so shocked that I've made it through these billion days. i made it through these billion days! I didn't think I could tough it out all those days a billion. i didnt think i could tough it out a billion. Knee deep in static I hear you breaking up, we're breaking up, I guess we're breaking up. You're not the other woman you're just another (woman). Another hobby for a guy like me. So we're growing, I'm sure. There's no other I can turn to, there's no other i can turn to if not you, then who else should I believe? Knee deep in static I hear you breaking up, we're breaking up, I guess we're breaking up. You're not the other woman you're just another (woman). Another hobby for a guy like me. I'm glad when you're near but I'm sad that you're here. That is what it's like to be me. glad when you're near but I'm sad that you're here. That is what it's like to be me. glad when you're near and I'm sad that you're here. This is what it's like to be me.. glad that you're near sad that you're here.. I hope you enjoy dying alone. |
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| 4. |
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There's a woman sitting in a motel room counting minutes
And she's adding to her list of one-hour loves She's tired and the new will do, she'll replace the body His friends are good for bang-bang! An amiable hobby She's got a secret Just keep it and sleep with it And he can't believe a thing you've said "We're going nowhere" 'n' "fair is fair" And he can't believe a damn thing you say "We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair" The way you play with lives is such a big disguise We swear that we're not gonna take it The way you play with lives is such a big disguise We swear, we're not running naked There's a man who's sitting in a motel Waiting for a hooker that he never applied for Is it even her? And he can't believe a damn thing you say "We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair" The way you play with lives is such a big disguise We swear that we're not gonna take it no more The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise We swear, we're not running naked Just when it's perfect It's finite, he calls it She said, "It's over, it's over...so long" Just when it's perfect It's finite, he calls it She said, "It's over, it's over...so long" The way you play with lives is such a big disguise We swear that it's over, it's over, it's over The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise We swear, we're not running naked He would stay forever just to say he saw you leave And maybe things wouldn't be this way He would stay forever just to say he saw you on your knees I burn the lamp when I burn When I do, I do everything I do for you But he hates you, hates you And I guess it's nothing new for you |
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| 5. |
| 4:10 |
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"Who you fucking now?"
I use my slit wrist to sign my name with And when you can't compete with the Joneses Gun em' all down (even the father) You filthy whore Shut up and swallow my pride for me Move closer or drive further Suck on the end of this dick that cums lead But first, I'm coming after you all It's ladies night at the bar But she smokes a man's cigar I guess she's dying Oh well I don't give a fuck about your dignity That's the bastard in me I know a girl who sells herself around And I'm sure one day, she'll sign autographs in your town Looking back into my diary, what makes me say those things? What causes my laughter at another's disaster? It's the bastard in me You live in shit and you will eat your own way out I am too fly and shy Like no other guy Too fly and shy just for you I'll mark you all |
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| 6. |
| 3:28 |
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Pre-break of dawn
hear the ring it's me live from a pay phone talking in the rain. Things pan out exactly as i say they will. Will I be less happy when I get back? Two hand in one glove as if we were poor. The hard up make the soup from stones like the poor before them did before. You say the waiting could crush your heart. But it's nothing new to me have you crave me so desperately but I know how when you need me you bleed for me, though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans. Always and forever we are apart and may she see she'd be free rejoicing in distance if she only let me sleep. "Will things make less happy when I get back?" Absence makes the heart grow still. Abuse the hunt; confuse the kill. I know, I know. Make the dead feel deader deader. Make the dead sleep nights with a razor waiting. Kill the prey. I'll hold my child's head underwater. If it's a boy, I was joking if it's a daughter, I'll say I did what I did because I had to... And if you find my kid later tell her I laughed too. We just might work out fine because I love you enough to let you give the pain that I want ...And when you do I just might fuck you enough to love you. Once upon my night stand lied letters piled in columns postmarked Middle Island out east in the country of Solemn. |
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| 7. |
| 4:01 |
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You only get one taste
For this gift, we are graced You only get one taste And for this gift For this gift For this gift Wait Wait Now let me go So I can brag about this gift that he stole For all my lonely nights I will carry this girl with me where I go Bad taste in my mouth You would think I'm a whore Bad taste in my mouth You would think I'm... You would think I'm... You only get one taste And for this gift, fuck, we are graced (I said that) You only get one taste I said and for this gift And for this gift She's likely to go Or so she'll say That we sleep as we do To keep our nights days away I said love Or so she'll say Immature love You breed immature hate So died the virgin I have told you before You're nothing special to him And that's nothing new for Nothing new for you Nothing new for you You'll be born You before Embody me with your body I've never seen it I have never Embody me with your body I've never seen it I have never Embody me with your body I've never seen it I have never Embody me with your body I've never seen it I have never Embody me with your body I've never seen it I have never You embody me with your body I've never seen it Are you happy? |
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| 8. |
| 4:16 |
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She cured the plague of the holy child
And all the while I've been watching And ""Boom!"" she said In her room with her red fingernails And a grip on the answers When it's home and I'm broken, let's fix When it's home and I'm swollen, let's kiss When it's home and we'll walk, she'll lead If she's waiting, we'll leave I'm so gracious, I've got you here If you touch it, it's cold If you drop it, it breaks If you hug it, it shivers Hold it, it shakes I'm ""Boom!"" she said When it's home and I'm broken, let's fix When it's home and I'm swollen, let's kiss When it's home and we'll walk, she'll lead If she's waiting, we'll leave I'm so gracious, my name's ""I dare"" My name's ""I dare"" My name's ""I dare"" My name's ""I dare"" When it's home and I'm broken, let's fix When it's home and I'm swollen, let's kiss When it's home and we'll walk, she'll lead If she's waiting, we'll leave I'm so gracious... No, I pray to God, it's over, you fuck I swear, this feels sick The child, you fucked it all the while And you fucked it all the while I swear to God that it's over I've been fucked all the while I pray to God that it's over Just let me be alone And all the while Said ""All the while"" Said ""All the while"" Said ""All the while"" Said ""All the while"" And all the while Said ""All the while"" |
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| 9. |
| 4:59 |
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Three times alone this week
I was suppose to be a rock star. "I only beat you when I'm drunk, You're only pretty when you're crying." We are suppose to be the ones to set the air afire. Three times alone this week I was made into a liar. Whether (or not) I found the gold I never told. Richer: I brilliant white. I. I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches. Show me what you've got and scratch it because it itches. Call me Chameleon and extingish my fire. Three times alone this week I was suppose to be a liar. Maybe not. Why the stare? Would I lie about that which I am scared? What did I say to you? Step into a pot of gold, rejoice in fire that which soon burns gold. What did I say to you? I can't deny The throat, the love, sincerity, I can't deny it "I've got to keep my P.M.A." |
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| 10. |
| 1:43 |
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I exude light and wash my hands of you
By larger beings devoured, leaving only me to improve Weep Don't fucking weep Your weak eyes cry tears of the meek Weep Catch up with the sheep It's a sacrilegious ceremony New flavor of the week Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless (that you're made into) You're raptured by a guilty stifle down "...And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you" Look at you, you know it's true It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon But I'm not coming No |
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| 11. |
| 5:37 |
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That burning feeling.
Red liquids. Clear liquids. Blessed are the sick. Children shiver in the river. Where is our god now? Does he watch over all in El Segundo? He don't lie when he say, Under. I'm wasting away. I find time to pine. When pining away my time. Within sin With no redemption We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in all wasted away. Blessed are the sick in me. The prey, the thrill, the chill and we are martyrs that crumble on time. Predestination. We'll stop upon dimes. and hed constructed us all in El Segundo, as the shivering children pray. Demons in demons out. Cry for dawn. Gratis. Bored. I'm the matador of the children's ward. Beggars wed choosers. Red sheets. Bed sheets. Boozers. I'm the head fan. Blessed be my bed pan. It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling. In the sun I've got this for you it's under my finger nails. I brought this for you. It's typically Sunday. I'm digging a hole |
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