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| 1. |
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I live in hell, I live in the basement
I live in a garage with no windows, my life is wasted I live in hell with the drunken Christians They're away from their parents for the first time, they can't take it What does your dream home look like? What does your dream home look like? It'll take you years to even tell And I'll be sleeping well here in hell I live in a house with three rooms And three fighting couples I live in the trailer park With the labs and the scum and the trouble, the trouble What does your dream home look like? What does your dream home look like? It'll take you years to even tell And I'll be sleeping well here in hell |
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| 2. |
| 2:14 |
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She talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well
Smokes my cigarette just like it's her last All kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me And it echoes back under the overpass downtown She likes to watch the sun come up but looks like she don't care if it ever does Says it almost always looks the same Screwing up her face, she laughs like her left eye ain't still black or anything I think that's why I like her anyway One more night to kill, days that leave us still Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores She shakes like anyone, strung out, she's almost done Hoping for something else less like this living All I got is what you see, a beat up face and a world full of enemies Tying off her arm, she jokes, I'd trade this all for one more hit of dope It's easy when you're high as this and drunk as shit to make it another day I think that's why I'm still here anyway One more night to kill, days that leave us still Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores She shakes like anyone, strung out, she's almost done Hoping for something else less like this living hell It sure gets fucking lonely living Like the only way to go is out It sure gets fucking lonely living Like the only way to go is out |
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| 3. |
| 2:03 |
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Left me all but dead there
Headed out back east Woke up on the porch where The night before we drank ourselves to sleep Stuck between a drunken daydream And real eviction threats I thought that you might love me Fuck the landlord, fuck the rent Alright, high fives for low lives Drinking lonely heartsick drinks tonight Some days, some nights just slip by Sometimes I'm wishing that this world would die Show me the sunny side of regret, tell me the one about sure thing bets Paid in full without the consequences I know why you have to believe in lies, I know tonight when I close my eyes When the room spins, when the brain stops, there's a chance I can let this go for now Try to keep four walls from doing their worst I know damn well that this is not the first Or the last of drinking with the lights out Wondering where you went Should've known it'd be more of the same shit luck Got enough losing hands to keep myself fucked 'Till it rains down dollars in the ghetto I'll hold my breath 'till then Alright, high fives for low lives Drinking lonely heartsick drinks tonight Some days, some nights just slip by Sometimes I'm wishing that this world would die Sometimes I'm wishing that this world would die These nights just slip by Sometimes I'm wishing that this world would die These nights just slip by Sometimes I'm wishing that this world would die These nights just slip by Sometimes I'm wishing that this world would die |
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| 4. |
| 1:32 |
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It's a long walk home when you feel dead on your feet
And it's hard to hold your head up on nights like these You can feel the warehouse hours breaking you slowly Your letter said it's only a fifteen hour drive Is there room in Toronto for one more? Can I lay low on the west shore of Lake Ontario? Hard times going around, they're getting harder still And you can hear the laughter from the mansion on the hill And the time clock's marking the minutes and it sounds like gunshots The only plan that I got is leaving everything behind Is there room in Toronto for one more? Can I lay low on the west shore of Lake Ontario? I'm not paying what I owe I'm headed north through Ohio to Lake Ontario O' Lake Ontario |
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| 2:43 |
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Leaving trains, I watch them roll away
The southern night, cold as hell, it's a ghost town at three am A fifth away, it calms these landlocked shakes Awake until the sun comes up again It's always the same, I got this nervous way It keeps my thoughts somewhere else, keeps me lost inside my head An awful place, some things you can't escape I'll walk these empty streets alone tonight Looking for something to remind myself Here with the stray dogs and the third shift help I know that I'm slurring these small words I'm the only one who heard Maybe tomorrow, might be tomorrow Everything won't seem so terrible and desperate Wait 'till tomorrow, wake up tomorrow You won't be miserable and looking for an exit Wake up tomorrow There won't be shadows hanging overhead all day And every stranger won't be a plotting enemy Your luck's got to change, it can't stay the same Each passing day, I wonder how much bullshit we can take Before we all end up screaming Just gotta make it through tonight Maybe tomorrow, might be tomorrow Everything won't seem so terrible and desperate Wait 'till tomorrow, wake up tomorrow You won't be miserable and looking for an exit |
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| 6. |
| 1:24 |
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Yeah, she's a doormat
So be sure to wipe your feet Scrape off all the shit You got into this week Yeah, she's used to it Two long years of it Twenty more from everyone else It's time for her to stand up for herself She's used to it Two long years of it Twenty more from everyone else It's time for her to stand up for herself Stand up for herself Stand up for herself Stand up for herself Stand up for herself Stand up for herself Stand up for herself Stand up for herself Stand up for herself |
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| 7. |
| 2:26 |
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Not tonight, don't make that awful sound
It's dragging me farther down Taking out all the fight, holding me to the ground Making my enemies proud, and what gives you the right? We're not that hopeless, we're not as fucked as you think In short lived moments we can do anything The fucking joke is we're winning when you blink In short lived moments lousy with victory We're both sort of right, I don't have much to show I'll die penniless, alone I'll do what I like and you'll do what you know Never hungry, broke or cold, it's the weight of things I suppose It's really just the passing of these days that's gonna leave us all set in our ways We don't have to take that lying down And I'd be lying if I didn't say that it's been getting harder to relate And keep myself from drowning in the crowd And I still believe that we're not that hopeless, we're not as fucked as you think In short lived moments we can do anything The fucking joke is we're winning when you blink In short lived moments lousy with victory We're not that hopeless, we're not as fucked as you think In short lived moments we can do anything The fucking joke is we're winning when you blink In short lived moments lousy with victory Lousy with victory Lousy with victory |
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| 8. |
| 1:44 |
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You were swaying on your feet
Trying to light a smoke Waiting on a bus You've got nowhere to go You were sleeping in the park In a dirty sweatpants suit The cops woke you up Now you gotta move Walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet Up and down the same streets you walked yesterday Wild Irish rose can make a mean world almost decent It's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away There ain't enough room in this city for a guy who Wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars There will always be some shit bag to remind you Right where you are, right where you are |
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| 9. |
| 0:56 |
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I got two dollars and fifty-one cents
Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens And a beat up copy of Cannery Row Five hundred miles left to go I got two dollars and fifty-one cents Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens And a beat up copy of Cannery Row Five hundred miles left to go Everywhere I go, I'm looking down Watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out Walking off these homesick blues I may be drunk and lost but I'm not confused And I know where this train is slowly going North through K-Falls, then on to Portland I know I'm fucked up, it's stupid hoping You'll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland |
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| 10. |
| 1:52 |
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Last call, last chance to get away before you start sinking in
Can't stay this way, I'd say today seems like a good day for calling in I'm damn sick of this bullshit, it's got to fucking quit I can't drag myself through another day Last time I checked, no miracle had gotten me out of this Still broke, still stuck, still motherfucking fucked and working just to exist It's a sick joke, it's a dead end, I'm dreaming of a lifetime weekend Walking out and never coming back I'm getting out while I still have some hope for a better day I'm getting out, I just can't go on living this way They beat you down to nothing And you could say that I'm Losing my mind, selling my time for next to goddamn nothing Watching the days passing away and turning into something That I don't want to be, I can't live like this It's such a nightmare, but I probably will Last call, last chance to get away before you start sinking in Can't stay this way, I'd say today seems like a good day for calling in I'm damn sick of this bullshit, it's got to fucking quit I can't drag myself through another day I'm getting out I'm getting out of here I'm getting out |
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| 11. |
| 2:40 |
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The world is dying but I'm not crying
I won't think about it, won't think about it again I'm all alone now, nobody here now This solitude is ringing through my head Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight To face this one alone when I think about last night Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry Fucked up and tense like this town The world is dying but I'm not crying I won't think about it, won't think about it again Time slows to stalling, feels like I'm falling This solitude's ringing through my head Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight To face this one alone when I think about last night Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry Fucked up and tense like this town Well, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it The silence drowned out by Wilson Pickett I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it The silence drowned out by, "HE'S A SHITHEAD!" Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight To face this one alone when I think about last night Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry Fucked up and tense like this town Contemplate my sanity to "Soul Dance Number Three" By "Build for Speed" I start to feel okay Think I'll pull myself away, have another drink today It's whiskey and records again Yeah, whiskey and records again Yeah, whiskey and records again Yeah, whiskey and records again, again |
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| 12. |
| 1:30 |
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Been here for so long, now I'm falling down
Oh, you never called Waited all night long, you're still not around This isn't working at all Drinking my money away, that didn't take up much time Time's all I've got right now, time is not on my side Was it ever at all? I don't want to fall Hung up for so long, now I'm crashing down I've just been waiting this out for so long We hoped for the best, now we're finding out We really had nothing at all Now I'm wondering why I was chasing this feeling that I wasn't feeling at all And I don't know how I got so tired and stupid, I don't know how I let this go So I am done waiting and waiting and waiting, awaiting your call Please don't call, please don't call Fucked up for so long, I got myself to blame |
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| 13. |
| 1:53 |
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Have you ever served food to tall, dark, handsome men in suits?
Trading business cards and trading well-practiced handshakes too Call you buddy, call you friend, call them sir with a big grin Begging for tips is still begging just the same Have you ever stripped for money, perverts staring at your body? Double-chins dripping with drool and their hard-ons poking through Call you baby, call you friend, call them sir with a big grin Begging for tips is still begging just the same Have you ever played guitar on the street in some town afar? Grubby hands on rusted strings or what's left of your last three Give you pity, call you friend, call them sir with a big grin Begging for tips is still begging just the same Have you ever served food to tall, dark, handsome men in suits? Trading business cards and trading well-practiced handshakes too Call you buddy, call you friend, call them sir with a big grin I swear I'll never feel this small again Begging for tips is still begging just the same |
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| 14. |
| 4:10 |
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Don't fuck with perfection, this really is a masterpiece
The brainchild of assholes with everything to lose Hellbent on forcing the burden from religion That demands if you're fucked, you'll stay fucked forever Try to kill the sound of all your hopes and dreams It's easy street inside the gears of their machines Yeah, we do what we can to get by Like holding back the urge to walk into traffic And when the worker's rights start cutting into the profits, what's left? Eleven hour days leave you just enough to forget them It's just a choice between a gun and a bottle Don't know which one you'll reach for when you punch out tomorrow So now get busy dying or get busy forgetting There's no way to win in a world that you never made It's reliable failure we've all come to know At the end of the day misery is all alone The American dream is just saltpeter and shame And now we're desperate grabbing a fistful of rain Try to kill the sound of all your hopes and dreams It's easy street inside the gears of their machines Well, we do what we can Yeah, just do what you can to get by And stay right where they want you There to hold onto Things that will haunt you Night after night after night Stay right where they want you You might believe that it's all true Can you ignore what will haunt you Every single night? All our fears just to keep us down There's nothing here on our side of town Nothing's saved, it's been replaced Now it's buried in the rubble of a world that we never made All our fears to keep us down There's nothing here on our side of town Nothing's saved, it's been replaced Now it's buried in the rubble of a world that we never made |
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