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Dan O' Brow
03:45
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As we speak now/ Mama you seemed withered/
Your breath feels like winter/ I'll be/
Lungs on your deathbed/ The window to the left/
The dawn of the day when the sun has overslept/
If helpless/ Stay helpless/
The empty room to which I was cast/
Blank fans that have seen every act/
If helpless/ Stay helpless
Were you waiting on some prophet?/
If helpless/ Stay helpless/
We're worthless/ We're worthless/
Sleep with the stories/ But don't read the pages you'll soon abort/
We're so goddamned honest/
Losing all your credit?/ Take it out on debit/
Skin 'em on the road/ Show 'em you mean business/
Losing all your credit?/ Well don't you let 'em see it/
Skin 'em on the road/ Friend you better show 'em you mean business/
Give me another weekend/ Lord free up my soul/
Give me another weekend/ For me to extol/
Give me another weekend/ Lord free up my soul/
Give me another weekend/ For me to extol/
They gave me nothing/ And I took it all/
Oh keep your tongue/ Pressed up against the sugars of/
Familiar sins bottomless cup/ I've got nothing but drinks to fill/
All the empties that are soon to come/
I'm impressed the sweetness son/ We'll have no room left but to give this up/
I never want to give this up/ I never wanted to go/
Give me another weekend/ Lord free up my soul/
Give me another weekend/ For me to extol/
Give me another weekend/ Lord free up my soul/
And with it/ It comes the weekend/ I let hell in the door/
Open the door/
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2. |
The Swinger
00:58
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Holy pennants of the aftermath/ Tongue and cheek for the other half/
Lest we not check out/ If the heavens have the heathens backs/
Well Hell's hands say I'm immune/ A molecular pest without virtue/
Pull the rug from my feet/ Pull the rug from my feet/
Tie the rope for me/
Tie the rope/
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3. |
Information Isn't Real
03:48
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Cast into the incoherence of a public coffin/
We're set to communal movements/
The jockey for position's constant/
We're stealing fame/ We're keeping pace/
Rational/ Impractical/ One gurney ride away from a hopeful/
Resurrection/ New complexions/ Back turning mother fuckers/
Primed and read to blow your cover/
We have a situation here/
Conventional means ain't the way to go/
We have a situation here/
Put your dress on/ Let me take you home/
The hum of the interstates progress/
Let me drive/ You rest your eyes/
Responsible I'm not for these events/
Headlights stay dim/ The stereo stays turned down/
I don't want you waking up/
When the engine revs and my ego steps out/
Saving yourself for a dance?/
Well allow me/ Allow me/
To ruin your plans/
For you I wouldn't lose my spot at the bar/
I would deny you as my cast/ If it meant you in my arms/
Over you I wouldn't lose my spot at the bar/
If you don't mind/
Gung-Ho for more awards/ Ceremonious displays/
We're participation medals in some false event/
All we are is the drawing board/ Measured by the hourly wage/
Of some scientist/ Of some scientist/
And just as fast as we blinked/ We mistakenly mistook all our mistakes/
For beliefs/
And we stand beside them/ For all damnation/
Like they were our fucking children/
Post mark your infants/ Send them back to heaven/
We're no better here than they are there/
They're no better there than we are here/
Just mind your own/ Complete the fire drill/
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4. |
Snake
03:31
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5. |
Subpoena Hut
04:10
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Fashioned and ready/ Contaminated as it gets/
The filth it comes with age/ When you start believing in yourself/
Faith shows no pity/ To the mutes that still adhere/
To the bastard sons in freedom/ Or the bitch that birthed their fear/
She has nothing/ She has nothing/ She has nothing/ Nothing for you here/
Now we grieve/ In the same key/
We grieve/ In the same key/
The sake of the cause gets harder/ As the laws of the land get smaller/
I will drink to no man/ But I'll bow to every drink/
The paranoia is constant/ As the walls are plastered impostors/
I swear to God/ There are eyes on everything/
The sake of the cause gets harder/ As the laws of the land get smaller/
We bow to man/ But yet worship empty skies of myth?/
Portray the victim/
Blame the willing/
Hang the Mrs./
Starve the filling/
Oh my stars/ Oh my bars/ Remember those southern aborted mornings?/
We were the gods/ We were/
You expect us to believe we've been overthrown?/
We were the gods/ We were/
We've got a million spinal fragments/
To compare to the one that they've lost/
Case and point/ I am void/
Case and point/ I am void/
I am void/
I am void/
As we are void/
We are screaming/
Cut the bullshit/
Lackluster at best/ Where is your vest?/
We're bulletproof in the eyes of no man/
They are choosing who exists/
The sake of the cause gets harder/ As the laws of the land get smaller/
I will drink to no man/ But I'll bow to every drink/
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Come forth the distraught business that you'll dress down for/
Come forth the porcelain doll you'll exchange your wife for/
So loud in the closet of romance/
When daylight blooms you become impassive/
While breathing down the neck of the devil/
And harping on the existence of heaven/
You thought it twice/ About eternal life/
But when the question arose/
He up and left us/
But you thought it twice/ About eternal life/
But when the question arose/
He up and left us/
Just keep attaching to saints/
For a coat tail ride that won't soon end/
I'll be pushing sleep away/
At the countless thoughts of dead best friends/
It's bothersome just feeling numb/ To society and her mood/
The choir sung while the priests all hung/ In the confession booth/
Nowhere is somewhere/ If nowhere's where you wanna be/
Nowhere is somewhere/ If nowhere's where you wanna be/
Keep photographs to link the past with the lonely notion that you had/
That nowhere is somewhere/ If nowhere's where you wanna be/
I'll keep them coming for myself/
Pour one more for myself/
And i'll close my eyes/
One last time/
By myself/
I'm nailed up to a cross/
There's a dozen crows that watch/
These frequent dreams/
Oh they need a miracle to stop/
I'm nailed up to a cross/
And I'm forced to be a cop/
These unrelenting dreams/
They need miracles to stop/
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7. |
Good Urn
04:29
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We drank through our trials/
Tribulations poured us shots/
A pawn upon the bar stool/
A king by a couple of blocks/
Goddamn/
We walked into your red hearts/ We crawled into your keepers bed/
Sound asleep by your captains ship/ When your queen handed over her head/
We walked into your dead hearts/ Oh how you craved the company/
We're cancer in the form of conversation/ You panicked begging us to leave/
You were begging/
Oh you were begging/
Do just as your told/
Go and rest your bones/
Find reverence in all severance/ A clean slate/
And when you get a quick second/ Give a heavenly thanks/
Give praise/
Give praise/
We'll fit the mold/
When dust turns to gold/
And we're positively the mutts of this town/
We'll fit the mold
When dust turns to gold/
And we're positively the bastards of this town/
We walked into your black hearts/ We're responsible for it's last beat/
Dreaming away at the rivers base/ When the water found you in the backseat/
Everybody thought it/ Nobody said it/
Keep your head low the levy was your throat/ The celebration started when it broke/
I'm just a sinner folks/ Pinned in the centerfold/
I'm just a sinner folks/ Pinned in the centerfold/
Come feast your eyes/ Comes feast your eyes/
I'm just a sinner folks/ Pinned in the centerfold/
I'm just a sinner folks/ Pinned in the centerfold/
Come feast your eyes/ Come feast your eyes/
(Waste away for days and days I twist myself in fucking knots)
Someone play me off/
Someone kill the lights/
Someone pull the curtain closed/
Someone call it a night/
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