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Bands with managers are going places.
Bands with messy hair and smooth white faces. But you don't believe when I say that it won't be alright. (Alright) Vans with 15 passengers are rolling over. But I trust T. William Walsh and I'm not afraid to die. But you don't believe when I say that it won't be alright. (Alright) That it won't be alright. (Alright) Cause it won't be alright. (Alright) |
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I don't want to believe that all of the above is true
But I could be persuaded if you were to give me proof Why don't you come over Thursday maybe we can talk it through As if some new information were possible to comprehend or introduce And after all you and I are nothing more than foregone conclusions You were too busy steering the conversation toward the lord to hear the voice of the spirit begging you to shut the fuck up You thought it must be the devil trying to make you go astray Besides it couldn't have been the lord because you don't believe he talks that way And after all you and I are nothing more than foregone conclusions Too close to call Yet we're still so tightly wound around our foregone conclusions Yeah we're nothing more than foregone conclusions |
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Deep green hills whose shoulders fade into thick grey
Tall wet grass whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep Whose fleecing makes a fool of me Who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble For every stupid struggle I don't know I could buy you a drink I could tell you all about it I could tell you why I doubt it and why I still believe But I can't say it like I sing it And I can't sing it like I think it And I can't think like I feel it And I don't feel a thing Why I still believe it Why I need it Who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble For every stupid struggle I don't know Why I still believe it Why I need it And what the pharisees don't see We'd have more drinks And speak of so many things But I don't know you and you don't know me |
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Having no idea that his youngest son was dead
The farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed In the shadow of the mountain as the cattle hung their heads Grazing only feet from where the broken body lay And would lay undiscovered for another couple days When the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay The killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan Weighing his most recent deviation from the plan Counting down the hours til the sun came up again Hired to hit the farmer by the farmer's asshole sun He had not yet decided between poison or a gun When suddenly he realized he would not use either one |
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Arizona curled up with California
Then she tried to hide the whole thing from New Mexico Who knew before he saw them making out in Yuma That she had been loving someone new But California not California how could you The bully loved her cactus The underdog her pine But she would only love one at a time New Mexico had always hated California And though he knew that Arizona wore the pants He got loaded then he started throwing punches The poor injun never had a chance Scissors cut paper Paper covers rock Rock crushes scissors Scissors break apart |
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You got drunk
Drunker than you'd ever been You hailed a cab and passed out cold Before you told the driver where to go So he drove you around Chicago You woke up sicker than you'd ever been You threw up and shit the bed And there was no one there to clean you up And the room was spinning all around Make a fist and take a deep breath Close your eyes and count to ten Just keep swinging 'til you're over it The mess you left had got you feeling pretty bad But she is a maid I guess that's what she gets paid for. |
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Engine severs lower legs
I feel my bruised heart beating Spinal cord remains intact Still sending and receiving Lying back on shoulder blades The cargo rushing past Missing limbs beneath the cars Twitching on the tracks Click, clack, now handicapped North am transcontinental I remember as I bleed Certain tales of bravery A man who's legs were crushed beneath A fallen evergreen tree He decided he would chop them off above the knee To sacrifice his shins and feet to make his torso free The luxury of having been spared the hard part You'd think would be enough for me to pull this off But I'm left to bleed to death Now all the man I've ever been North am transcontinental |
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And when his tiny head emerged from blood and folds of skin
I thought to myself if he only knew he would climb right back in I do Now that my blushing bride has done what she was born to do It's time to bury dreams and raise a son to live vicariously through The sperm swims for the egg The finger for the ring If I could take one back I know what it would be |
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the plants and the factories are perfectly run
the workers and bosses are living as one people are equal people are good people are working as hard as they should be it's food for my family and clothes for my kids the class war is over and everyone wins it's such a simple plan to take it like a man but i'm not sure i can we fought for a decade corruption and greed it gave me a purpose a reason to breathe but now that it's over now that we've won it's back to my bedroom alone with a shot gun to think of my family no longer compels me with all things in common they'll manage without me |
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Roll me over I wanna wave at the kids
I can't say I prescribe cause I don't know what it is I'm down at the track I'm just calling to check in If you start without me say my name as you begin It's not like it wasn't all for you But like everything I do it's misunderstood Take a message I'm on my way out of town But the wording's important so make sure you write it down There's money behind every picture in the place Sincerely your husband on my way to the next race If it's once I got it If it's twice I don't |
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The poison makes its way through my body slowly
Into the pleasure centers of my brain If you were here I would admit that I'm an asshole But now it's over and I can't stay sober Though it isn't like I've tried On the front porch or on an airplane on vacation Or out for dinner in a nearby town I was so proud just to have you sitting with me But now it's over and I can't stay sober Pour and swallow follow one shot with another I'll keep on til you agree to come back over Or until there are x's on my eyes My old man always swore that hell would have no flame Just a front row seat to watch your true love pack her things and drive away |
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