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if you find yourself standing at the end of your line looking for a piece of something maybe a piece of mind fed up, lost, and run down nowhere to hold on tired of, take your place at the end son we'll get to you one by one no light ever shines dead end tears that dry maybe a waste of words and time never a waste of life every hour will be spent filling a quota, just getting alonghandcuffs hurt worse when you've done nothing wrong no thanks to the treadmill no thanks to the grindstone there's plenty of dissent from these rungs below the clockwork of destruction hanging low over our heads always a smokestack cloud or a slow-walking death no light ever shines dead-end tears that dry maybe a waste of words and time never a waste of life no thanks to the treadmill no thanks to the grindstone there's plenty of dissent from these rungs below the clockwork of destruction hanging low over our heads always a smokestack cloud or a slow-walking death no light ever shines dead-end tears that dry maybe a waste of words and time never a waste of life maybe a waste of words and time never a waste of life |
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| 2. |
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a great crowd has now gathered all around the jail today to see me executed and hear what I do say now I must hang this morning for the murder of Lilli Schull whom I so cruelly murdered and her body shamefully burned the fire where I burned her is again now within my sight her lovely face recovering and the fire that burned so bright the cries of poor Lilli again I can almost hear as she begged me not to kill her her life alone to spare now I bow down to Jesus in penitential grief and I beg him now to save me like he did the dying thief God bless my aged parents who mourn for me alone and my wife and baby who will be left alone it was then that I heard a whisper in a most gentle tone my grave is one sufficient to save the vilest one |
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| 3. |
| 3:08 |
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these lines don't work on me they won't on you didn't knew the cards were on the table just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things right never promise anything anymore so god damn hard to make it work no easy way out of this one always someone or something to get lost in the shuffle at least this road leads straight out of here adversity is stable and life in front of you discarded, recycled and new just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things right never promise anything anymore so god damn hard to make it work no easy way out of this one always someone or something to get lost in the shuffle at least this road leads straight out of here just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things right never promise anything anymore someone or something to get lost in the shuffleat least this road leads straight out of here too late to go back sorry needs to be said but there's really nothing now to do |
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| 4. |
| 2:16 |
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I don't know what you've been through You might think that I don't care But I do And I've tried to understand I've tried to understand your abuse But you've got no excuse And there's no use in lovin' Anyone who hates themself You keep coming back So I hold you for a little while But I always go when I can't take your sad smile 'Cause I can't stand it when you get so intense And it's all a part of our bad inheritance And there's no sense in lovin' Anyone Won't you come back for a while You could see exactly what you've always meant to me But you don't wanna know You don't wanna know And you don't know what I've been through And if I think that you don't care You probably do And there's no sense in lovin' Anyone who hates themself |
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| 2:44 |
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Sidetracked down the middle Never saw it coming, what a surprise It's been a wonder Electricity tells a story It's a sound getting near as fear is watching you It's watching you close You can fight it, both arms swinging Or try to wash it away Or pay up to the echoes of 'okay' No more, no more will I see you No more will I see you No more will I see you You've schemed more than you have You've borrowed more than you know Better to steal the crumbs It makes it easier to go Paralyzed by conscience Looking for an opening Apathy as your vocal cords cut out Never thought once to ask how's the temperature Too busy with the finer points Of each struggle we're after No more, no more will I see you No more will I see you No more will I see you So long since I've seen you Haven't we both been living the high life It flows to the bottom No more, no more will I see you No more will I see you No more will I see you |
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| 2:12 |
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my Lord told his disciples after I'm risen and gone you'll meet with troubles and trialsbear your rebukes and scorns my warfare will soon be ended my race is almost run my warfare will soon be ended and I'm coming home you can rebuke me all you want to I'm travelling home to God I'm well acquainted with the crossesand all my ways are hard they say my lord is the devil they call his saints the same I don't expect much more down herethan grief and scorn and shame God bless them holiness people the Presbyterians too those good old shouting Methodists those praying Baptists too tnd when you get to heaven I wanna see you there tnd when I say amen I want you to say so too my warfare will soon be ended my race is almost run my warfare will soon be ended and I'm coming home I'm coming home |
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| 2:43 |
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lost sight of ground never been so down nothing here to stand on it's a war-weary road another faceless tombstone nothing here to stand on I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin can't find the phone, can't hear to listencan't take along what we're missing just as well to write this postcard from helland the bar clock says three a.m. fallout shelter sign above the door in other words, don't come here anymore too many miles between I heard a dead man scream nothing here to stand on each and every step reeling out more or less nothing here to stand on I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin I turn to face the wind may never get out forever caught in a spin no better place to begin tried to stay, tried to run there's never been enough reason to believe in anyone this trickle-down theoryhas left all these pockets emptyand the bar clock says three a.m. fallout shelter sign above the door in other words, don't come here anymore |
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| 8. |
| 3:38 |
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been traveling around some crossing people's paths some they stand right in your way others like to watch you pass been trying to memorize all the different lies that people must tell themselves each nightto justify their lives don't call it nothing this might be all we'll ever have held myself for ransom wandered so blind I found the roads less traveled to take you off my mind and I told myself I know everything I do I'm just looking for something to lead me away from you don't call it nothing this might be all you'll ever have I know it's not enough to make it sound like more so I swear if there's a God to make him sleep on the floor been traveling around some crossing people's paths some they stand right in your way others like to watch you pass don't call it nothing this might be all we'll ever have I'll ever haveever have |
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| 2:32 | 
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| 2:22 |
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I've been searching and you've been gone Out looking for the shortest path to the one that you're on And I've already seen all I wanna see Come on, let's take the long cut I think that's what we need When we were younger, we were strong We felt a lot better than the things that we'd done Now if it's to be, if you still believe Come on let's take the long cut I think that's what we need If you wanna take the long cut We'll get there eventually I've been searching and you've been gone Out looking for the shortest path to the one you're on Now if it's to be, if you still believe Come on let's take the long cut I think that's what we need We've been in a deep rut And it's been killing me If you wanna take the long cut We'll get there eventually |
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| 11. |
| 3:15 |
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come, all you coalminers wherever you may be and listen to the story that I relate to thee my name is nothing extra but the truth to you I tell I am a coalminer and I'm sure I wish you well I was born in old Kentucky in a coal camp, born and bred I know about old beans bulldog gravy and cornbread I know how the miners work and slave in the coalmines every day for a dollar in the company store for that is all they pay mining is the most dangerous work in our land today plenty of dirty, slaving work for very little pay coalminers, won't you wake up and open your eyes and see what this dirty capitalist system has done to you and me dear miners, they will slave you until you can't work no more and what will you get for your laborbut a dollar in the company store a tumbledown shack to live in snow and rain pouring through the topand you have to pay the company rentand your payments will never stop they take our very lifeblood they take our children's lives take fathers away from children take husbands away from wivescoalminers, won't you organize wherever you may be and make this a land of freedom for workers, like you and me I am a coalminer and I'm sure I wish you well let's sink this capitalist system to the darkest pits of hell |
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| 2:42 |
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do you remember, remember D. Boon part of what he was is a part of me nowand if you think back, where would he be where would I be if time had allowed this isn't written for any one manit's about me this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang I've been toldthat it's a waste of time well, so what will it be worth mine and if Managua's bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for glory or for their countries it's just me and Jay playing our guitars along with it all this isn't written for any one manit's about me this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang and I'm not old so I've got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine |
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| 3:13 |
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I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be 'til the sweet apple grows from the sour apple tree I still hope the day will come when you and I will walk as one |
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| 3:32 |
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Satan, your kingdom must come down Satan, your kingdom must come down I heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down gonna pray until they tear your kingdom downgonna pray until they tear your kingdom downI heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down gonna shout until they tear your kingdom downgonna shout until they tear your kingdom downI heard the voice of Jesus say Satan, your kingdom must come down |
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| 2:31 |
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| 2:07 |
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my Lord told his disciples after I'm risen and gone you'll meet with troubles and trialsbear your rebukes and scorns my warfare will soon be ended my race is almost run my warfare will soon be ended and I'm coming home you can rebuke me all you want to I'm travelling home to God I'm well acquainted with the crossesand all my ways are hard they say my lord is the devil they call his saints the same I don't expect much more down herethan grief and scorn and shame God bless them holiness people the Presbyterians too those good old shouting Methodists those praying Baptists too tnd when you get to heaven I wanna see you there tnd when I say amen I want you to say so too my warfare will soon be ended my race is almost run my warfare will soon be ended and I'm coming home I'm coming home |
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| 2:03 |
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a great crowd has now gathered all around the jail today to see me executed and hear what I do say now I must hang this morning for the murder of Lilli Schull whom I so cruelly murdered and her body shamefully burned the fire where I burned her is again now within my sight her lovely face recovering and the fire that burned so bright the cries of poor Lilli again I can almost hear as she begged me not to kill her her life alone to spare now I bow down to Jesus in penitential grief and I beg him now to save me like he did the dying thief God bless my aged parents who mourn for me alone and my wife and baby who will be left alone it was then that I heard a whisper in a most gentle tone my grave is one sufficient to save the vilest one |
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| 3:03 |
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I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be 'til the sweet apple grows from the sour apple tree I still hope the day will come when you and I will walk as one |
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