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Intro
01:51
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Silence fills the air
That I use for breath
Fear seizes my throat
In these days I will regret,
Threads of life spin out
Unravel in time
To destroy myself
is no one's fault but mine
Something deep inside of me
That still needs to get out
Ripping holes in my chest
To pull this gag from my mouth,
And I will show every man
Who ever filled me with doubt
That I am not just an asshole
It's my time right now.
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Peaches
03:33
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(Instrumental mo-fuckers)
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3. |
Forty
02:12
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Tighten up and get back down to work
Keep your nose to the grindstone kid
they're gonna judge your worth
Keep your college degree
but don't pawn it off on me
I've had enough the best years are killing me.
Shut your mouth and do as you are told
They wanna see you suffer kid
'Til your limbs go cold
And every man is worked to death
and every girl is raped
but no one seems to care anyway.
Kid don't be so serious
and don't take it so personally
I know it seems absurd
that every man is hurt
but hey it's not the end of the world
hey it's not the end of the world
(Instrumental)
Kid don't be so serious
and don't take it so personally
I know it seems absurd
that every man is hurt
but hey it's not the end of the world
hey it's not the end of the world
Kid don't be so serious
and don't take it so personally
I know it seems absurd
that every man is hurt
but hey it's not the end of the world
hey it's not the end of the world
hey it's not the end of the world
HEY IT's NOT THE EEEEND OF THE WORLD!
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Surburban Poet
05:53
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Suburban Poet
Lay down your pen
You got nothing to say
That won't be said again,
Call it a day,
Call it a year
Call it a lifetime
To drown in your fears
Like everyone else
You can't have no escape.
Suburban Poet
Call it a day.
As the ramshackle prophet
Strokes his grey beard
Waxing poetic
Through a six pack of beer
And all the lonely men
And all the lonely wives
And all the lonely virgins
Who wish they could cry
They're miserable nights
into miserable days.
Suburban poet,
Do you know what you say?
Starving artist
Stands alone in his pain
Says you don;t understand babe
It's all in the paint,
I ain't got no words
I ain't got no friends
I can't find a man
who'll speak to me again
But when they see this canvas
Dripping with my blood
They'll know that my soul is just
Filled up with mud,
For all of my life
And for all of my ways
And for all of the bastards
That I learned to hate
When they shrugged me aside
And spit in my face!
Suburban Poet,
Call it a day.
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Rotten
03:38
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Everyone's talking but no one's got any answers
A poet, a prophet, a scholar everywhere I look
You hope, you cope, you joke, you smoke-
You feel so sad you choke
But in the end we all still hope that we got it right.
There are answers buried deep beneath the earth
The real question is: Do you have the balls to dig it up?
Or sit back on your ass and wait for God to strike you down,
A victim of contentment, I am one
I don't have the answers
And I guess I never did
I won't preach to you my friend
Because to you i'm still a kid
I got nothing left to prove
There was nothing anyway
Give me all your great wisdom
There's nothing left to say
Pacify your mind, we're still the same
We are one and that makes me pretty sad
I don't hate you I just hate everything you do
But to tell the truth I guess it's not so bad
I don't have the answers I don't know much more than you
If I had any less to give it would cease to be the truth
It's human to stutter, stammer and err and discover too
But to tell you the truth we're looking in all the wrong places
Chorus
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No Code
06:41
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Tired and lonely, I sit and I think
Wallow in filth, this damn body it stinks
As I wait for the nurse to pour me another drink
To show me where Jesus is at
To show me where Jesus is at.
Take your young and your vibrant
Boys and your girls,
Show em what happens when it all unfurls
To suffer like a dog at the end of the world
And call it a graceful death
Yeah I'll call it a graceful death.
With this tube in my throat
and drugs in my veins
I'm slowly drowning without any pain
As my body lives on far past my brain
You can't put a bullet in my head?
Why can't you put a bullet in my head?
Cough cough cough cough everybody knows
Where are the hearts of those paid to save souls
Bodies without blood in nothing but a sheet
Sent off to the furnace where it all repeats
Off to the furnace, where it all repeats.
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7. |
Outro
00:57
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All my decisions hang around my neck
Battered medals of all my fears
And lack of self-respect,
I will say it's not my fault
And I will try to mean it too
But everything I tried to give
Everyone can see right through,
Aftershock of atomic fear
A thousand years ago
But still I hold fast to this fear
I cannot let it go.
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