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Fucked Up Darlin'
01:58
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Sometimes you get what you need
And other times it’s hard to breathe
If that is true I’ll look to you, oh fucked up darlin’
I only take what I can’t see
Oh no they’re really out to get you
Oh God, and yeah they will forget
Both hands outstretched
You’re a wreck wreck wreck
And it’s the hearts favorite spin
To give you less that you put in
If that is true I’ll still be true oh fucked up darlin
Cause babe I never play to win
They’re really out to get you.
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Kingpin
01:31
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Am I making sense here
Or am I outta line
I am the king pin
Don’t make me me make you
Don’t you waste my time
I got some big shoes here
I got big shoes to fill
I’m in my own paradise
Don’t make me don’t make me
Don’t you waste my time
Stand behind my line.
Don’t make a sound, don’t.
I’ll run you right over
I got nothing to lose
I am the king pin
Don’t make me move.
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3. |
Cash Machine
03:30
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Something's cracked inside
Like the liberty bell
My heart clanking flat
Like that cold abandoned shell
Bankrupt thoughts
Steal my hope
Fix the bail
Charge me interest while
I'm stuck in your plastic jail
From my cell I hear
The Clink
Of my freedom ring
Inside the belly of
Your cash machine
It should be Criminal
With a capitol "C"
How you try to hook me
With your false promises
These happy endings
Ring a bell
Steal my hope
Fix the bail
Sell it back to me at cost
In your fancy jail
Like the sun I watch it sink
Like a holy grail
Inside the belly
Of your cash machine
Faceless metal miser
Hoarding desires
Crowned with a briar patch
Of tangled razor wire
You grant
You damn
From your throne in my hands
My mechanical messiah
You've robbed my kingdom blind
Nickel and dimed
It surely comes as no surprise
I can't afford your paradise
The one that rings me up
And smiles
You cast a spell
Steal my hope
Set the bail
Sell it back to me at cost
In your fancy jails
You won't rest
Until I sink
Every living thing
Inside the belly
Of your Cash Machine
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4. |
The Impossible Task
02:17
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Mundane but impossible
Banal and implausible
You wouldn’t understand
You couldn’t possibly grasp
May not make sense you see
If I could get off the floor that’s key
Cut hair, impossible
Check email, impossible
This impossible, this impossible task.
Make bed, impossible
Pay bills, impossible
Buy food, impossible
Leave the house, impossible
Wanna see my face you’ll only see a mask
Vexed encumbered, this impossible task
May not make sense you see
If I could get off the floor that’s key
May not make sense
May not-it’s impossible.
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Pastor
03:14
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Pastor cut my eyes so I can’t weep
Gone and cut my tongue so I can’t speak
Or spit in his face
You say your God’s loving, your love it, don’t mean shit.
And I’m Queen of the Swallows
I’m swallowed bit by
Father raped a child now he can’t talk
Bought the politicians filled his cup with your blood
And I’m Queen of the Swallows I’m swallowed bit by bit
And you say your God’s loving, your love don’t mean shit.
Requiem Aeternam dona eis
Dies Irae! Dies Illa
Pastor killed my love now she can’t dream
Gone and filled her tub and went to sleep
And he’s right for the righteous
And I’m the one that’s sick
And I’m Queen of the Swallows
your love don’t mean shit.
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6. |
Anyone Else
03:45
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You’re out there on your own again
Do you see what I see
The sky is getting darker now
Does she know
What I know
Could be anyone
Else
And I failed to find another way
And I failed to diagnose the problemthe problem
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7. |
Wild Antics
02:55
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I know it sounds crazy, but sometimes crazy is all I've got
Necessary maybe, turn the burner from warm straight to hot.
These antics are completely wild,
Unorthodox in shape and style
Let’s go crazy, you can ditch the suit and tie.
Don’t want my sailboat in the driveway when I die
WILD ANTICS! WILD ANTICS!
Still sounds crazy, but why do just what you’ve been told?
Life’s greater purpose, Fortune will always favor the bold.
These antics are completely wild,
Unorthodox in shape and style
Let’s go crazy, you can ditch the suit and tie.
Don’t want my sailboat in the driveway when I die
WILD ANTICS! WILD ANTICS!
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8. |
Crybullies
03:23
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Let's elevate this discourse, where elevate is "lay off"
Wish you'd consider my feelings, all you do is scoff
Cry!
I feel personally attacked (Cry!)
why would you say a thing like this? (Cry!)
This tone you interact (Cry!)
invalidates and dismiss (Cry!)
Crybullies!
Cry! Cry!
Crybullies!
Cry! Cry!
Performative victim, framing as art,
"What about?" distraction, watch it come apart
Cry!
I feel personally attacked (Cry!)
why would you say a thing like this? (Cry!)
This tone you interact (Cry!)
invalidates and dismiss (Cry!)
Crybullies!
Cry! Cry!
Crybullies!
Cry! Cry!
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Fridging
03:03
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Something to brood on and make them pay
Advance the plot and just go away
She served her purpose, what can you say?
It's such an honor truly.
It’s automatically made ok
To kill me off and write me away
And give me half of an actors pay
I’m what? undeniably still here
I wait undeniably still here.
Inconvenient
In the way
Always talking
Locked, in a dark cold place
Married to the plot line
Tie me up with bows
Cover me in fake blood
Namelessy Jane doe
Women in refrigerators
What is the common denominator?
No time for nuance, see you later.
Then what pack me up when they say cut
It's not that any of this is new
And no the roads don't lead back to you
I'll flip the script and reverse who's who
You're what? Problematically still here.
Inconvenient
In the way
Always talking
Locked, in a dark cold place
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10. |
I'm Nervous
02:14
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I get so angry that it hurts
But then say everything's just fine
I get enraged by ticking days
And watch the second hand unwind
And it's a joke to mock my luck
When there is so much trouble
I can't begin to wake up make up this
Feels like my feet are hanging from a rocky cliff
But nothing moves and all our arms are stiff
And we don't wanna stumble down
I used to love to have control
Feel like the day was in my grip
I used to love to have control
Turns out illusion is a bitch
I cry out to the hollow skies
And ask for rain to follow
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11. |
Criminal Hypnosis
03:04
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Stop trying to fix
something that wants to stay broken
Scars can’t heal
when the knife’s still sticking out (Out out) out out of time
Just relax, want it not later, but soon
So soon, so soon
So soon, so soon, so soon, so soon
Criminal
(Criminal)
Criminal
(Criminal)
Criminal
(Criminal)
Criminal hypnosis
Criminal hypnosis
Criminal
Money and fame
One gives you Freedom, the other takes it away.
Money and fame
One gives you Freedom, the other takes it away.
Fill My brain
with lies to pass the time
Want to be the kind of guy
that just lights up a room
Want it all now, not later.
But soon, So soon, so soon, so soon, so soon, soon
Criminal
(Criminal)
Criminal
(Criminal)
Criminal
(Criminal)
Criminal hypnosis
Criminal hypnosis
Criminal
Money and fame
One gives you Freedom, the other takes it away.
Money and fame
One gives you Freedom, the other takes it away.
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12. |
We Were Wolves
03:16
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I needed a stiff drink, but I only had a lime.
History doesn't repeat itself, but sometimes it rhymes.
How did we get to this place?
And where is the way home ?
Could I borrow that cable?
I need to charge my phone.
Aooooooo
We were wolves
Aooooooo
We were wolves
An ordinary evening augers ordinary returns
Ordinary people, are rarely my concern
Ignorance abounds and viciousness abides, I'd break apart this world
But I really don't have time
The times we had, the noise we made was truly quite sublime
We could be wolves again, if we only find the time.
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