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Todd
01:52
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Hello, Nice to see you
thats a lovely shirt you're wearing
let me open up my cabinet
cause community is sharing -
And you shout out vocally about
how you do it locally and you've
got an opportunity but its
700 pages and its
Stuffed in another briefcase
yeah yeah
Stuffed in another briefcase
uh oh
Stuffed in another briefcase
yeah yeah
Stuffed in another briefcase
words I don't understand
Stuffed in another briefcase
yeah yeah
Stuffed in another briefcase
numbers crunched
in another briefcase
stressful lunch
in a salesman's briefcase
words I don't understand
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2. |
Fire Crime
02:56
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It was all supposed to be so easy,
color by number sailboat breezy.
You don't need a plan don't gotta look down at your hand
just gotta keep that bottle tan so you don't look like you're older.
You said we always would be winning
the bigger your purse the less your sinning.
Caught between a vision of a version of reality where
he who barks the loudest is the credible creature.
You said the old machine was boring..
it was raining then but now its pouring.
The oceans getting higher and the rivers getting higher
unicycling 'tween twin towers up on a wire...
might I inquire?
Why we're draining the swamp and building a quagmire?
Whats your desire?
Ever widening waist gold plated pacifier...
for the satire empire, overwhelming opulence
you're making me perspire..
It was all supposed to be so easy
never thought you'd dress like a sleazy tv pastor.
Stupid muddy pig why don't you give me a straight answer?
Sold the world a cure but I consider you a cancer..
This is real not entertainment can't you see we're running out of time?
Kidnapped children separated hidden under silver blanket lies.
Beat me senseless hang me upside down then pray till I apologize
thats why I put my cigarette up to the fuse and then commit
the fire crime.
It was all supposed to be so easy
could have been so much better...
but this is a disaster.
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3. |
Pleasantville
02:44
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You can lean your ear beside the wall
and listen for a breeze blow through the trees...
but you don't need to feel it.
You can ride highways with four wide lanes
in metal horses, warmer every day...
we just don't talk about it.
Yes I think that all these places are the same
Yes I think that all these places are insane
Through a plastic cup
the landlord sucks
your mortgage down the drain
come what may... thats just some trash boy's interest.
You can whip a slave from miles away
then go ring shopping girl we've got it made...
guilt's just a sign of progress.
Yes I think that all these places are the same
Yes I think that all these places are insane
Yes I think that all these places are the same
with different names - you're not free, barely smart,
and never brave.
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4. |
Crushed
03:00
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It's dark as night although its day
my sun don't shine or look my way
Whats once inspired, all but retired
swipe for my needs - my cards expired
Because
you stepped right on my head
you stepped right on my head
you stepped right on my head
so you could feel - so you could be
free
Cold Autumn rain falls on my roof
I stand outside soaked fire proof
Can't find the spark within my heart
I turn the keys - the car won't start
Because
you stepped right on my head
you stepped right on my head
you stepped right on my head
so you could feel - so you could be
free
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5. |
Wild Animal Land
03:02
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Smog floats through soot covered trees
a broken world you've never seen
Desperate claws on prison doors
Hungry sleeps on the kitchen floor
Patience tiptoes on red tape
Lazy cries at Ambitions wake
You'd dont want it but you got it - no one wants it but we got it
There's no choice in this store...
When your box seems oh so bland, you can shop another brand
make your accidents all part of the plan.
Pass your trauma to whoever you can, with your words or with your hands
feeding into Wild Animal Land
White light, Blue Screen, Black Night
Dream Machines
Vanity chews rotten teeth
Greed waits for the easy meat.
Trust knows all you could have saved
Truth rolls out of an early grave.
You dont want it, but you got it, No one wants this, but we bought it
We don't choose whats in store...
When your box seems oh so bland you can shop another brand, make your accidents all part of the plan.
Pass your trauma to whoever you can, with your words or with your hands, living in the Wild Animal Land...
share it, own it, take my hand.
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6. |
Role
02:51
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There's a buzzing in my earpiece
its been singing since you came.
They just wanted you to notice
how you looked inside that frame.
You want to be a contender?
You got to be a pretender.
Win or lose the shoe fits who
you create on the internet.
Face time now show...
You ain't lazy you work hard
to feel anything at all.
First there's hope then fear then doubt
then someone else's alcohol.
Ya see idyllic hands do no mans work
said the junkie through the bathroom wall
All juiced up you act all tough
picture perfectly miserable...
Because you role yourself
Because you fool yourself
(you can fake it so well)
Because you're role is a tragic Shakespeare hero
and godsend...
but we all know how Old Bill's stories end...
shoot your foot again.
You know your role, purge out when full, fold-able soul
lies take their toll.
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7. |
Quarterless
02:34
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8. |
See No Trees
02:46
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9. |
Vinewood Beach
03:28
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10. |
Skyjammin'
04:55
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11. |
Groundoubt
01:57
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