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| 2. |
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| 3. |
| 3:32 | 
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You should be counting your blessings
From the sky Your eagle eyes found the great blind faith I could be kicking the bucket But you should know I never had very good aim The right of way Is a wild goose chase It makes you wonder If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark It makes you wonder If the beaten path is the promised land If I worship the ground that he walks on And it winds up that he has two left feet Will he be walkin' on water? Cause you should know We never like to get our feet wet The right of way Is a wild goose chase It makes you wonder If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark It makes you wonder If the beaten path is the promised I got dizzy I got lost It makes you wonder If shooting for stars is like darts in the dark It makes you wonder If the beaten path is the promised land It makes you wonder (It makes you wonder) It makes you wonder (It makes you wonder) It makes you wonder And I'm just a stick in the mud |
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| 4. |
| 4:17 |
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I went right back home
You would have done the same And never washed your hands If you knew they'd dig up dirt again It took a drought To wash her out So I was the sun That slapped the rain Until we all knew she'd go down the drain They're the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so Uh-oh I got a runnin' start and During my second wind Stirred up all the dust With an iron fist and her hair brush It was the prettiest picture you ever saw The prettiest picture not on the wall I heard a voice Covered my eyes Wore a big smile when we dropped like flies They're the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so I went right back home You would've done the same Don't dare wash your hands We both know they'll dig up dirt again I got a runnin' start And during my second wind had a fit Like the bitter son of abraham Hold your breath Did you see the light? Or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice? They're the jacks of all trades The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace I told you so Uh-oh |
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| 4:42 |
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Stay close if you wanna keep up
But don't get turned around. Go ahead for the bullseye my friend But know you're gonna get the horns. Yellow-bellies never have any guts But God, how he gets the glory. The West was won from a cheater with a gun And I hope he never lives it down. Yeah... Minced words from anonymous cowards Fell down from kingdom come. The threat and source from this obstacle course Had us cornered in a guessing game. Every attempt trying to kettle the fish Rolls right in it's way If I had to guess he's still making a mess Worse than any thunderstorm. Whoa... No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out No one went on a limb when he belted out Get gone! Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse Get gone! Let's stall like a Neanderthal That can't make up his mind. I'm not sorry if you've heard it before Broken records wanna make a case. The crop was stained, and I'm spinning the yarn, Our ears still opened up. If failed attempts were a lottery ticket You can bet I'd be rakin' it in. No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out No one went on a limb when he belted out Get gone! Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse Get gone! Get gone, I said... No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out No one went on a limb when he belted out Get gone! Someone looked for a clue, someone got the axe Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse Get gone! Yeah... |
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| 3:40 |
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I smell a rat and just in case
I'll set up traps and you're the bait, surprise Surprise If curiosity kills cats, we'd better We'd better teach the cat to fight back I'm waiting for you I don't know why, when you always take your time Into the middle we go Let's see you try to kill me Oh, I fell to the floor Your eyes on mine The little man straddles the fence He never loses, never wins with confidence Then more power to him He doesn't need a telescope To figure out he's jumping rope, hand over fist I'm waiting for you I don't know why, when you always take your time Into the middle we go Let's see you try to kill me Oh, I fell to the floor Your eyes on mine I'm waiting for you I don't know why, when you always take your time Into the middle we go Let's see you try I'm waiting for you I don't know why, when you always take your time Into the middle we go Let's see you try to kill me |
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| 0:56 |
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| 4:20 |
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If you croak I hope ya know I'm gonna toss you in the trash
You can't really blame us, we're only doin' what you asked If you have yourself a son, I'm gonna tell your baby boy That father time's chock full of lies So don't jump in just yet Doubting thomas deserves much more than we can give If we win the lottery, let's buy an island just for him So when that hurricane tries beatin' down the door We can make him bat its eyes until it can't see what's a-... Until we can't see what's ahead You can sew me in stitches And curse at the cautious While it lasts 'Cause soon we'll all forget If we croak I hope ya know it's gonna be in single files Hunting for models that were never worth the while Each one of us caught heat for throwing jack frost in july And staring at the sun till our eyes were done And we could not see what's a-... Until we can't see what's ahead You can sew me in stitches And curse at the cautious While it lasts 'Cause soon we'll all forget |
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| 10. |
| 3:25 |
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| 11. |
| 3:44 |
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here they come, shaking in their boots
they'll be skipping stones with your bones when these ants know where to find you and steal all your thunder the windows will shutter and i'll wear a tie (and i'll wear a tie) Were you shaking in your boots? Did it scare it you half to death? When you saw the falling arrows. Won't that be a sight? Won't that be a sight? Here they come Smashing the gate Swallowing swords with a song Now my throat's numb Where to find you Your bread and your butter Your deals lie in gutter You both will decide And I'll wear a tie. Chorus: Were you shaking in your boots? Did it scare you half to death? When you saw the falling arrows. Did you stop it in your tracks? Or join the whole stampede? Just to keep from spilling over... Won't that be a sight? Won't that be a sight? |
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| 3:58 |
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| 13. |
| 3:11 |
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ladies and gentlemen
we are in a little bit of a predicament he said take your time but didn't back his words heroes and holy ghosts which one of you steps on the others’ toes and then risks his neck like it's a moving target? you? was that just you being stubborn? can't you say pretty please? wasn't it an eggshell carpet that brought you to your knees? if the right built the anchor and the wrong have set sail i'm a whale, i'm a well, i'm a whale busy bees and worry worts we are not in the business of fireworks or turning heads that whistle in the dark sitting ducks and guinea pigs are the first to catch word of straws in the wind don't stop them remember this it's just two cents two cents never made you rich was that just you being stubborn? can't you say pretty please? wasn't it an eggshell carpet that brought you to your knees? if the right built the anchor and the wrong have set sail i'm a whale, I'm a well, I'm a whale you? i've shown my white feathers..! was that just you being stubborn? can't you say pretty please? wasn't it an eggshell carpet that brought you to your knees? if the right built the anchor and the wrong have set sail i'm a whale, I'm a well, I'm a whale |
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| 2:47 |
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| 10:57 |
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When you cry, try not to smile.
You could fill up a lake with the tears of a crocodile. We were too young to be eating crow, as if I would know (I'm scared) 11 hours till the electric arcs (I'm scared) Send scorches through the sky (I'm scared) Then the whole earth opens wide And I cannot wait for the earthquake that buries us in a warm grave. The one-legged race, on our last leg. The will is yours, so just take it. The will is yours. I'd rather find Jesus outside of a book; the same thing goes for robin hood. Never darken my door again, if opportunity knocks, let's make him beg. Yeah, where did you go? I promise I will kill you right now. Oh, where did you go? Bring a match while you feather your nest. Yeah, where did you go? I promise I will kill you right now. I promise you, I will kill you right now. You could fill up a lake with the tears of a crocodile. (I cannot wait for the earthquake) You lead by the nose and always get lost. (to bury me in a cold grave) We always get lost. Get outta this town, hatchet men yelling timber will get us chopped down. Get outta this hell off this rusted train track you still take lying down. (So) Swing us around while you're armed to the tooth, keep yourself in the dark of some deep cobalt blue. (So) Swing us around by the skin of your teeth, writing us off in invisible ink. (So) Swing us around while you're armed to the tooth, keep yourself in the dark of some deep cobalt blue. (So) Swing us around by the skin of your teeth, writing us off in invisible ink. You can still find me between devils and deep blue seas in the desert's hands on a sheet of sand. A dry tidal wave over my feet of clay on unfinished glass, looking for greener grass. Trying to make the welkin ring, but all my sounds are boomerangs. Yeah, where did you go? I promise I will kill you right now. Oh, where did you go? Bring a match while you feather your nest. Yeah, where did you go? I promise I will kill you right now. I promise you, I will kill you right now. I promise you, I will kill you right now. Not today, not again; dress it up in stolen silver and garbage. |
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