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Everybody Hates Poetry
02:44
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The truth is like poetry
And everybody hates poetry.
I'll tell you what you want to hear instead,
If we're lucky we'll end up dead
You know I've heard it said,
You're a big girl in a small town
But the only way to leave your one horse town
Is with the volume up and the windows down
It's all fun and games until somebody loses their mind
But if you have to fail, better fail at something worth your time.
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Give me something
Give me some hope
Something to carry straight to hell
You get no points for style
You just gotta have time to kill
Grudges don't put liquor in the cabinet
My plans are somewhat less elaborate
Let the old wounds reopen
Let it all come pouring out
I write myself a memo
A memo to keep away from you
Sing your songs, Jesus Christ
What a year for bad advice.
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Split that atom, throw it on the floor
You got what you came for but you want more.
Wade in the water with me, you never know what's in there
Everything dies 'cos baby life ain't fair
I'm alright, your alright, he's alright, she's alright.
If I have to die, you have to die.
You got a lot of nerve to show your face after what you've done for the human race
Gonna figure out what to do, gonna take my time.
I want it, I need it.
I move.
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Evil Mariachi
03:10
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Well I thought I told you to give up
You're on the outside of an in joke
You're pushing water uphill
You've got 20 questions your gonna get wrong.
From the first life, to the next world and the next song, Evil Mariachi
Shake hands with irresponsibility
I know just what you want to hear
It's the only show in my locker
I've got 20 questions you're gonna get wrong.
Nothing changes, at least not fast enough.
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Well I've got a smoking gun
A smoking gun I can't stub out
But a heart can stop a bullet
If I fire it, have no doubt
The night is young and so are you
Well I'm a hate preacher
Gonna practice what I preach
Gonna nurse that anger
Gonna learn just what I teach
Life's a plate glass window begging for a brick
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Love You To The Max
04:09
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I've been counting my blessings on my fingers and toes
Spending most of my life watching the wrong episodes
And where it's gonna end up, well baby, god only knows
Nothing's sacred, nothing lasts
Yes even this shall pass
I fight my way out from the past
Listen to me when I say "I love you to the max"
The stakes are high so we go hungry
The dark places hold no secrets for you or for me
Do I really have to surrender to authority?
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Do Wrong Right
02:16
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I've got holes in my shoes
I've got the makings of the blues
You can hear it all over town
Friends in low places, the devil's looking down
Gonna do wrong, do wrong right.
When I start to talking, baby, I can't stop
Gonna tear it down, gonna rip it up
I'm driving nails in my coffin the old fashioned way
Ain't no stopping me no matter what you say.
Got eight arms to hold you
Do all the things I'm not supposed to
It's about time you learned the truth
I'm a cartoon and I'm bulletproof
Light the match, baby, and stand well back
Your failure is my power pack
Oh the humanity, the degradation
Putting the varnish on my bad reputation
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Makes me want to steal a car and punch somebody in the face
We've all got our problems but this ain't the time and it ain't the place
I'm out of it as a proper response to confusing my needs and wants
I never meant for this to happen, oh baby, it ain't my fault
We're selling ourselves short
We can all be so much more
We're dragging each other down
To hell with good intentions
You're a cut price version of yourself, It's time to try something new
This square peg don't fit its round hole so what do you want to do
For all our education, our sophisticated airs.
We've just traded the coal mine for an office chair
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Bang Bang Bang
02:29
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Burning bridges, just to watch them fall
Scratch my itches, don't mean nothing at all
It's a futile gesture, better get in line
Nobody's listening, no that's no crime
What you see you might not get, you know.
Bang Bang Bang
Squeeze that shaman, no the kids don't lie
Time to become a savage right before your eyes
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Stoop To That
02:40
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They say God's a working man, but he knows that ain't for me
I've raised more hell than you.
Mix tapes and mistakes, oh lord!
To be seventeen forever.
Yeah, I'd stoop to that if you asked me.
She said "You look kinda like Westerberg". I said "Your vision's kinda blurred"
I'm cutting you off.
And I know you're pleased to meet me, but who invited you
To my swinging party?
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Standing in the middle of a labyrinth, you hunt a way out that don't exist
When I realised we're just monkeys in pants, hooting at the abyss
I know they'll try to tell you everything you need's within
But, baby, I tried to drown my demons and they just learned to swim
Did you ever have a vision of your own doom in the dead of the night?
You're late your appointment in Sammarah, ain't never gonna see the light?
You ask yourself "Why would heaven take me, of all the human race?"
That's cos everybody up there's tired of singing Amazing Grace
You'll never take us alive and I don't plan to wind up dead.
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12. |
Long Live The Dead
03:42
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Everyone hates everyone, but not the way that I hate you.
Long Live The Dead
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