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He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader He's a mighty good leader All the way All the way, Lord From up to heaven He's a mighty good leader All the way He led my mother He led my mother He led my mother All the way All the way, Lord From up to heaven He led my mother All the way He's a mighty good leader He's a mighty good leader He's a mighty good leader All the way All the way, Lord From up to heaven He's a mighty good leader All the way |
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Open up the door
Lay the orange juice on the floor We're having a picnic on the other side of town There's sleeping bags and fire And it's getting down to the wire So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile 'Cause its getting hard to think And my clothes are starting to shrink And the moon is sagging down like a metal ball And the world is a holiday Smokin' in an old ashtray They just blow it out their nose and say okay So let's try to make it last The past is still the past And tomorrow is just another crazy scam |
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Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands This 666 on the kitchen floor Ain't no fire in the pan I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome So glad to be a slab Stiff as a stick on a board I get thoughts and dirty socks Piled in the corner I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome Getting fat on your own fear Bring that beer over here I stomp on the floor Just to make a sound I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome |
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Long ago things to be
I've got a garden hose and a color tv I've got time on my hands I've got time on my hands Nobody cares what I do Long ago things to do I've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew I've got work to get done I've got work to get done Nobody knows where to run I've got a quart of milk and some sound advice I've got trees to drink but they smell so nice Don't give me the flu Nobody knows I'm with you Back and forth I dodge a fly Like a feather in the sky Write me out a check Give me all your cash Nobody knows, so just go home Oh, yes |
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Definitely
This is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon And there's a kid drinkin' fire Goin' down to the sea They got people to meet Shakin' hands with themselves Lookin' out for themselves When they ask you for credit Give them a branch When they want you to get it Chew on the grass I know, I know 'Cause they told me to tell you There's nothing to tell you There's nothing to sell you In the afternoon Ridin' the scapegoat Burning equipment Decomposing Cool off your jets Take off your sweats I got a funny feeling They got plastic in the after life When they want you to cry Leap into the sky When they suck your mind Like a pigeon you'll fly I know, I know It's the postive people Runnin' from their time Lookin' for some feeling |
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Close your eyes and see water
Sliding up the back of your head Folding into your clothing Covering eveything you said Climb up into No one's gonna miss you Dried up on the shoreline Drinking everything you said Offering food to the ladies Pulling down animals in trees Climb up into No one's gonna miss you |
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Go back home, bury my load
Yellow cat laying flat on the road Been so long since I been gone Ziplock bag holding my comb |
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Go where you want to
Do the things you feel Walk around with a broken leg And a hundred dollar bill Get yourself a pistol Get yourself a dog Stay up all night gettin' drunk Sleeping in a hollow log Walk till you're restless Sleep till you're tired Wake up without thinking You're the one that I desire |
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Stand outside with a suitcase
(There's a forcefield 'round my neck) Walk around all the while (And it stands just where I sit) Look at the people driving backwards (And the stance I took on that) No particular style (Leaves that forcefield 'round my back) Don't let it get near you Don't let it get too close (And the stance I took on that) Don't let it turn you into (Leaves a forcefield round my neck) The things you hate the most Roll out your silver-dollar coffins Pull out your buckskin gloves Tell them anything you want to The sound comes from above Don't let it get near you Don't let it get too close (And the stance I took on that) Don't let it turn you into (Leaves a forcefield round my neck) The things you hate the most Don't let it get near you Don't let it get too close Don't let it turn you into The things you hate the most There's a forcefield 'round my neck And it stands just where I sit And the stance I took on that Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck There's a forcefield 'round my neck And it stands just where I sit And the stance I took on that Leaves a forcefield 'round my neck |
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Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
Bend your body to the heavens above Don't get drunk, don't get dry Just bring your money next Saturday night Forty miles on a cattle trail With a half-dead mule and nothing on my mind All my life I've been talking fast Taking all the things that I should have let pass Throw my hat on a coffin nail Put another brick in the fire place Well I don't know about you or me But someone got loose back in town |
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Your brains went black when she took back her love
And she put it out into the sun The birds did fly when the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were smoking by themselves She'll do anything She'll do anything She'll do anything To make you feel like an asshole Call her name, she looks the same as you Question marks stretched across her skin She dangles carrots, makes you feel embarrassed To be the fool you know you are She'll do anything She'll do anything She'll do anything To make you feel like an asshole |
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From these shores where we belong
I have seen the land beyond Where the Lord is strange and strong I have seen the land beyond There's no telling who'll be dead When the pale horse is turning red And the tongues will burn in vain And everything will feel the same There's no patience, there's no peace I have seen the land beyond Where the gravestones never cease I have seen the land beyond Through the troubles of the years Through the heavenly appartition appears And we're haunted by our own minds When the spirit comes in disguise From these shore where we belong I have seen the land beyond I'll be there and I'll be gone I have seen the land beyond |
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Seventeen years in the city
Static clinging to the ceiling Never did I think it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Never did I think it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Riot cops, cheerleaders Eyebrows painted on their heads Mouthful of rotting cavities Drinking Coca-Cola in the street Never did I think it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Never did I think it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Shot in the leg Shot in the leg My name is a bone Nobody home My hand is a wire The sky is on fire The drums aren't beating Pistols in jeans Left for dead Left for dead Left for dead Dead as a fly |
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You're just the girl of my dreams
But it seems my dreams never come true You're just the girl of my dreams But it seems my dreams never come true I first met you down on Lover's Lane The birds were insane, flapping all about Softly you would sing, swinging in your swing It wasn't night, it wasn't day You're just the girl of my dreams But it seems my dreams never come true You're just the girl of my dreams But it seems my dreams never come true You're just the girl of my dreams But it seems my dreams never come true |
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I wake up and look
Upon your painted eyelids The world is your oyster And the trashbags are your kids The ceiling is invisible And there's a bird sinkin' through the sky And every hour that passes Is teaching me how to cry 'Cause it's lonely here In the ugly part of town The buildings are all vacant And the telephones are down There's a police siren singin' Like a tiger with no skin The sewer drain is glowing And I don't know what state I'm in The river is on fire There's chemicals and debris And all the roads are blocked off 'Cause it's just too hard to see So cancel my appointments And set up a whole new show 'Cause I'm in need of a good hot meal And a life to call my own So give me a plate of money And get me a blanket and a chair Your limitations are limitless They're floating through the air 'Cause it's real and it's true The things I see in you And there's nothing I wouldn't talk about You're the clearest dream that ever drifted by |
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There's nobody
There's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't get from there to here You can't get from here to there There's nobody There's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't get from there to here You can't get from here to there There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere Nothing twisting 'round, burning down, coming 'round There hasn't been a change for over a year Slide it through, ride it through, hiding you There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere Shut it up, roll it up, follow you Pull the tap Give it a stab There's no atmosphere Dig a tunnel through the mountain How many atmospheres are out there There's a telephone there to here Gypsy haircut Bearskin rug And tambourines A black piano On the mountain To the atmospheres are out there There's a broken bottle There's a... Through the tunnel Cut your hand on the atmosphere Split in two Band-aids on your hand Split The atmosphere Is split in two Staring at you |
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Well, it's all in your mind
It's all in your mind And it's all in your mind It's all in your mind And I wanted to be I wanted to be Wanted to be Your good friend Well I cannot believe You got a devil up your sleeve And he's talking to me And I cannot believe And I wanted to be And I wanted to be I wanted to be Your good friend Well you're all scared and stiff A sick stolen gift And the people you're with They're all scared and stiff And I wanted to be I wanted to be Wanted to be Your good friend |
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Come on now, bread and butter
No one knows a better mother She's the guy who kills the sky Burns the night out when she goes away She's the boat in the sewer She's the old man with manure Rocking all night like a drum Going back where she comes from Can of whiskey Big guitars on the wall Cracker-jacks burn and fall Styrofoam in her hair She is barely anywhere Can of whiskey Can of whiskey Can |
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Put those sunglasses on your hips
Mayonaisse on your lips Pass me a bag of potato chips When I wanna put my money on a monkey Give it to me, don't give it to me Give it to me, don't give it to me Your idea, maybe I'll see ya Maybe I will, maybe I won't Give me a cold sore when you're young Get old fast when you sag in the sun Put a coffin lid on everyone So you can be depressed Give it to me, don't give it to me Give it to me, don't give it to me Your idea, maybe I'll see ya Maybe I will, maybe I won't Your love Your kindness Your body on the mattress She's got braids and broken arms Top Ramen cooking in the burning barns Talking at me like car alarms When all the cars got stolen Give it to me, don't give it to me Give it to me, don't give it to me Your idea, maybe I'll see ya Maybe I will, maybe I won't Take me out to dinner I'm a loser, I'm a winner I'm a sucker, I'm a sinner Won't you take me out to dinner? Take me out to dinner I'm a loser, I'm a winner I'm a sucker, I'm a sinner Won't you take me out to dinner? Your love Your kindness Your body on the mattress |
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On the old forgotten crossways where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders were lying in the street On the dark and dusty deserts, like a ghost, I've flown I barely cried, wherever I'd ride I'd never find a home Woe on me Somehow I will feel more free To wallow in the empty-headed peace Where the plain-hearted sorrows never cease Well I am just a ramshackle, I go from town to town When there is no shelter, I lay down on the ground I killed for no reason, I pissed upon the vine Cussed and moaned and burned the bone when I had the time Woe on me Somehow I will feel more free To wallow in the empty-headed peace Where the plain-hearted sorrows never cease There's saints and there is animals, they've taken what they could And it's written in the pages to do just what they should They stood the test and burned the rest and tore them limb from limb Like the fashion with no passion, they opened up their skin Woe on me Somehow I will feel more free To wallow in the empty-headed peace Where the plain-hearted sorrows never cease |
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She is a teenage wastebasket
Paddling up the river in a casket Trying to experience everything at least once Life is a commercial for being fucked up I know she's not saying much She's walking backwards and into the dust Socks don't matter, teeth are turning green Opinions are forming Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Her mother is proud to be dead Her dad is breakdancing underneath the bed She's got lipstick scrawled across her forehead Saying "Please Destroy Me" Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh She found the thrill on top of the hill Now she's choking on the punk rock pill 'Cause it all boils down To a casually pathetic future Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh |
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The sun is down when I'm around
In this town, I wear the frown 'Cause your love is weird, your love is weird Your love is weird, your love is weird I feel the strain, I use a cane To walk the lane of wonderful pain 'Cause your love is weird, your love is weird Your love is weird, your love is weird I live in fear, I have no beer I live in jails and everything fails 'Cause your love is weird, your love is weird Your love is weird, your love is weird I have no cash, I have no stash I keep the trash and clean it for you 'Cause your love is weird, your love is weird Your love is weird, your love is weird Your love is weird, your love is weird Your love is weird, your love is weird |
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Pull the car over
Throw out your clothes The smell is disgusting Where does it go? Tear down the houses The ones that aren't there Tear down the houses Pull the car over (Rise you up) Tell me your story (Make it all up) I'll be the judge (Rise you up) Tell me your story (Make it all up) I'll be the judge Come for a visit Come for a stay I won't annoy you I won't complain You can be crazy Tear up all my things Cut up the kitchens Wear all my rings Tell me your story (make it all up) I'll be the judge |
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Everything's ugly, kissing my honey
Pickles and pie, can't wait to die Reach up around, sick as a town Donuts and tea, don't talk to me Self-right chicken, Mojo Nixon Thick as a stick and burning crap Running all down in the burning crap You said it before, you kids are so poor Grow up frozen and piss on the door Grow up frozen and piss on the door Out on the highway, I'm doing it my way Who wants to show, everybody says Go Rockin' the lands, recyclin' cans We get the head, choking on lead Brothers and sisters, bloodthirsty blisters Skeleton pride, she cooks my mind Skeleton baby, she pokes my hide Sexy death soda, wait till your older Can't get enough of tomorrow today Can't get enough of tomorrow today Woo Hoo Robot chicken, Mojo Nixon Can't get your stick in the burning crap Said it before, the kids are so poor Grow up frozen and piss on the door Grow up frozen and piss on the door |
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Rockin' the city
Close to God Engines running All hope is gone Out on the highway Having a baby Crawling the city Close to God Engines running Pistons tried Got a feeling That I'm leaving Extra sugar Heavy breathing |
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It was back in the old days
In the time of my grief When the ladies all disowned me And my lungs could scarcely breathe And the wildlife was growing wilder by the day And I stuck to myself mostly There was a band of brothers Who rode unto me Throwing accusations I could rarely see They put a hand upon me And hung me upside down And emptied out my pockets And kicked me on the ground They took out the hot poker And branded on my chest Twisted my ear off Gasoline on my vest Set me all a-flaming Periled and defeated Pelted me with stones That felt like certain death They went on to my lady And made her kneel low Tore all her hair loose And cut through her clothes Laughed and they hollered And they painted the horses orange Put the kids together And tied them to the porch Then blaze upon blaze Did the devils rally 'round With rifles and sticks Did they pound on the ground I rambled and I tumbled And I fell to my feet And I never knew the sweat of satan Tasted so sweet |
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He's your slime and he's out to break me
I can feel him in the distance I have grown to see that you are better than yourself You're more real than you pretend to be He is guilty, he will pay He will burn in every way He will taste the hell I bring He will change his mind about you |
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Bust a move with what you can
Dead phone machine piled on the table Disappointment is a feather in your cap You want the truth, not when it's unplanned There's no map that can tell you where you are You're in between things that only go half way You want the best, you want contests Where everybody loses on purpose by mistake |
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There's s dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red And it better be long 'cause the troubles in my head Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave Well, I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak Satan came down dressed like a snake Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise Well, you been livin' one foot in the grave Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone |
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She is a teenage wastebasket
Paddling up the river in a casket Trying to experience everything at least once Life is a commercial for being fucked up I know she's not saying much She's walking backwards and into the dust Socks don't matter, teeth are turning green Opinions are forming Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Her mother is proud to be dead Her dad is breakdancing underneath the bed She's got lipstick scrawled across her forehead Saying "Please Destroy Me" Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh She found the thrill on top of the hill Now she's choking on the punk rock pill 'Cause it all boils down To a casually pathetic future Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh wa ooh, ah ooh wa ooh Ah ooh |
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Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands This 666 on the kitchen floor Ain't no fire in the pan I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome So glad to be a slab Stiff as a stick on a board I get thoughts and dirty socks Piled in the corner I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome Getting fat on your own fear Bring that beer over here I stomp on the floor Just to make a sound I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome I get lonesome |
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