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Euthanasia
03:58
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I'm sorry, but your face is on the wrong ID
no paper no plastic no coin without a fee.
Lets just make sure we have what we need
so that you can set yourself free
I'm sorry, but you'll need to leave some things behind:
no family no friends no pets of any kind.
So follow me back here, where everything's made clear
crystal clear.
When you get back home everything thing will be fine!
When everything's perfect we can finally die!
Lets try, lets try to make this work again
there's not much time till you are dead.
So no more lows no more highs
just darkness and silence.
When you get back home everything will be fine.
When everything's perfect we can finally die.
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2. |
Ultra Bummer
03:47
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Seven days still no change
watching the slack jawed pricks throwing bricks
at the stock exchange
when your minds a new used car
that you thought had had the breaks fixed
till you're crashing through the light without a sound...
cause it just keeps breaking down.
Thirteen days, what is change?
Drowned by the matters of minutae making swamps
inside your brain.
Cause their the stacked newspaper plates that you
just cannot relate to when your heart bleeds yellow stripes
in football town,
and it just keeps breaking down.
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3. |
Rock and Roll part 3
02:26
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You got a problem with me?
Is it in my approach to things?
You got a problem with me?
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4. |
Doin' Great
05:43
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I remember the evenings in early September
thin little white lines divide and guide my eyes
just a bump above unconditional surrender.
The waiting hours going sour like rotten flowers a memory of
a picture left untaken,
a nightmare that hides while you're safe inside the bedsheets
but reappears when you open your eyes and awaken
well the look upon my face seems cold and imposing so
I just can't let this go...
away, but I'm still right here
surrounded by mountains of cigarette ashes and half dranken
40 oz. beers...
well some hopes were just not meant to be:
well I thought that that shit did not apply to me...
Why must I always be unhealthy?
Why can't you ever see all of me?
In spite of everything, yes love I'm doing
great, were my expectations
I'm dreaming of undivided peace and quiet shelter
from anniversary mistakes and mentions
well it ends upon a perfect kiss well I geuss
the things that you love are what you'll miss...
Why must I always be unhealthy?
Why can't you ever see all of me?
In spite of everything yes love I'm doing great.
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5. |
Snooze on Repeat
02:46
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Waste first place,
My legs betray
I lose the race
and then I see your face
and everythings ok
no self pity and no shame
then the alarm clock wakes me...
Give me ten more minutes please!
Tank of whales
I slip
I flail
and sink away...
and then I see your face
from the other side of these pains
and everythings ok
then the alarm clock wakes me...
Give me ten more minutes please
so I can get some sleep
and dream of you.
Someday I will wake up and I'll find that you are laying by my side:
no more nightmares, no more dreams,
interrupted by the things that terrorize my mind.
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6. |
Nuclear Terrorist
04:20
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Sick of the play all the actors are slackers
a debit disasters to blame
a job that just won't pay.
Not fit for a collar and chain oh no home on the range
cause comfort isn't free
and freedom isn't safe.
No love for the morbidly plain
stones rolled in with a cane
a ten digit last name
geuss the wild child has been tamed
You dance around your problems
hold their hands and never solve them
dropped them off and then forgot them
drawing circles all around them
you walk around on crooked legs
whoops to close to the edge and now you're
falling
down
the stairs
again
One fine day I will just blow you all away
One fine day I will just blow you all away
Won't you stay so I can blow you all away?
Gone are the days
looking up at the sky making shapes in the trails
from the planes, never feeling a droplet of rain.
These days you're mostly alone till you go to the show
to scum out with folks that you know
we're playing with Friendly Faux
24 Hour Rock and Roll
out of your grave you look like a peasant
and you act like a slave to the minimum wage
a fossil powered cage.
You dance around your problems
hold their hands and never solve them
dropped them off and then forgot them
drawing circles all around them
you walk around on crooked legs
whoops to close to the edge and now you're
falling
down
the stairs
again
One fine day I will just blow you all away
One fine day I will just blow you all away
Won't you stay so I can blow you all away?
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7. |
Derma
03:35
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All my dead skin
gets collected
in a dust bin
resurrected.
If I'm standing
over here
how am I standing
over there?
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8. |
Grindylow
02:08
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With grey fingers and webbed feet
waiting in the frigid deep.
With dark green eyes and pale blue skin...
when your back is turned they reach arms out and
pull
you
in
under the water, in forest lakes
don't stray far from the group
Oh! you made a big mistake
you're frozen solid gripped by claws and by fear
the chill will rise up from your feet to your ears
somethings
got ahold
of me
the Grindylow.
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9. |
Race to the Grave
04:07
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It's four AM my god I need some rest
I look around not just my rooms a mess.
I've been bleeding all the pennies I had saved for rainy days...
cause I'm winning in this race into the grave.
Infected with a permanent malaise
hands out mouths open patient addict face
and the voices whisper proven words I can't break down and say...
cause I'm winning in this race into the grave
Lay in bed all day, chasing ghostly trains
if I could feel anything it would be shame.
Wasted Saturdays, weeping willow shade
will you take the stronger hand and fly away?
Shackled up on stage in these whiskey chains
let me ask you my dear friend: are you entertained??
And I wonder if this ever meant a thing.
And I wonder if I'll ever mean a thing.
Can I conquer all these vices that have crowned themselves my king,
when you need me will I find the strength to sing?
(Though I don't want to)
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10. |
Suits and Shoes
02:41
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Where we live theres only dust between the lids
we haven't stocked the shelves in awhile
We break bread too close to where we bury our dead
we say their names too loud sometimes...
Suits and Shoes hats housing blues,
because they have to!
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11. |
Penitentiary
04:12
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We're down on the floor, our face towards the roof
We're blaming ourselves without any proof
we're running in circles with no hope to choose
the worst penitentiary is screaming on mute.
So open you're gates and let us all through
we just want to smile like normal folks do.
We just want a taste of the unspoiled fruit,
the worst penitentiary is screaming on mute
the worst penitentiary is hiding the truth.
We are Brian Wilson NOW.
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