1. |
Wolves
05:18
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A chill and seven rooms that bleed
coalesce into something that looks real
We begin again
A mind
A dim and precious thing
Waiting at your wings for something to make me feel
It's a fool's pursuit
Dusty blades and masquerades
You kill more than you know
And I'm pleased to make your acquaintance
But I can't make the evening show
It moves
Towards something that we don't know
Keep running we're still too slow
It isn't worth your pride
So we march back home
Honesty
Well tell me what you think
They say it's overrated but they don't know a lick
Toss your hopes to the dogs
Dusty blades and masquerades
You kill more than you know
And I'm pleased to make your acquaintance
But I can't make the evening show
You act surprised while private eyes make their way up the marble stairs
They kicked and screamed crying on their knees
But the answers weren't there
We can feed you to the wolves
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2. |
Lucky Pass
03:36
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Three words and a message clipped I roll far away
I took a late pass downwind of you
Left the book of instructions at home and that's miles away
Still I can't help but remark out here it's a hell of a view
From vacuum fuzz to appliances buzzing
Dust bunnies at the scene of the crime
Industry inches towards the void
And there ain't much more time
That's why I packed my shit and left
Soon ran out of gas
Could you fill me up 'cause I'm dead broke
And I forgot my lucky pass
Somebody asked me do you feel lucky
Well I never looked at it like that before
Maybe I should start feeling lucky
'Cause the pass don't last
That's for sure
It was oblivion and everyone knew it
But we didn't know it then
You keep making effigies of imaginary enemies
At least you've still got friends
I could throw a cocktail through a window
Just like ten years ago
Burn your bridges and put up fences
And shack up forever in this precious abode
How many of us feel lucky
(You feel lucky)
Disinclined to see it that way
You better start feeling lucky
(Start feeling lucky)
Or you might lose your pass someday
Throw your B.A. to the wind
(You feel lucky)
You'll never get it back, that's for sure
Everyone gets down so stick it out
Life is so much more
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3. |
Apes of Wrath
03:42
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Well I'm trying to see you as a humanoid
But I'm still not convinced
You got dollar signs in your little eyes
And you gloat like some kinda prince
Christian moms want legislation
You're an abortion waiting to take
And all that fuss about the middle class
Everyone else can eat your wake
And I might be a hypocrite
But I'm not the man in charge
And I don't trumpet my delusions like an up-yours to the world at large
You keep playing at this losing game
Give us back our fucking flag
And I bet you can't spell "idiot"
There's no diamonds left in the bag
We all took a crack at the mystery
But it was left for someone else
You were laughing at the murder scene
But you don't even fool yourself
These parlor tricks are a losing game
They don't work like they did before
And your friends know you're oblivious
But you're still shilling out for more
I wanna be the czar and some servants would be nice
You can put your four eyes out to dry
'Cause who wants good advice
You got no friends in Paris
Just yes-men and lots of boos
I hear the Englishmen are cracking up
You better watch out, 'cause here comes the zoo
(My name is the one, some people call me the funk)
(Nothing but a long booty!)
While buildings topple no one cares
Another nation mourns
And if freedom is your middle name you must be Christ reborn
But lord knows it ain't quite that simple, the devil got your back
Deception is your only gospel
It's gonna get you back
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4. |
Red Russia
10:44
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Bright lughts I go mad from the heat
Money's short so cash your checks and hustle to the beat
Three days without a fix so I'm going downtown
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5. |
Idiot Lounge
03:40
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6. |
Everything is Grey
04:22
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Give blood to royalty
I'm sinking from the grace of all these pendants hanging 'round my neck
Set sail and headed south
A storm threw me aground
And now there's maggots climbing from the wreck
Floated in on icy waves and I'm starving to death
It's grubs and dirt for dinner Sunday night
I guess that's what you get when you don't look at the map
And now it's looking like my folks were right
And I could take the time to look
But I never really saw things that way
What's the cost of common sense
'Cause I could use it bad
I look for black and white but it's all gray
I crossed the beach and cast my net to the waves
Fishin for a clue beneath the tide
Been cracking up for days, I'm naked and adrift
Reasoned that there's nowhere left to hide
Wonder if they miss me yet, I lie awake at night
But do these friends and phantoms do the same
Made a mark and cast my stones, I stepped into the night
I need you but I can't recall your name
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7. |
Songs About Girls
02:50
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8. |
The Era of Regret
03:44
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Put a cap on your will to live
Because murder is your gift
Pretend you're sorry
We all make mistakes sometimes
But you'll never pay the doctor for the ones that bleed
And now you've got it on your hands but you still can't see
That's all right
I'm going blind this time
Because the era of regret is done
And now the time to forget has come
If you're willing to die
You can learn how to fly
And we won't mind
Wake up every day and the air is clean
You still don't know what's going on but the victims remain unseen
And I could have died there
But my money's in the bank
You better leave some crawlspace for your little friends
But don't cry out when the bite you in the ass again
They're all right
They'll catch you in time
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9. |
SF Bay Song
02:33
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I saw you in your house naked
Well put your pants on Shelly
There's gonna be a fire if you don't turn that toaster off
We're gonna wake the neighbors
Let's go down to the basement
Run around in hot pursuit of a daytime girls parade
You make my nighttime seem like days
And your 1970 hair puts me in a daze
I wanna be your student
I hope you think that's prudent, what the hey
I wanna catch the waves in SF Bay
If things don't go your way
Just call me up
It's only six months we'll all be gone
Another three years we've all moved on
Write bad checks, signed your name
Your picture in my wallet, should get it framed
That's who's leaving, I'm still here
Buddy's saying don't cry into your beer
I remember your smell
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10. |
Dope Charades
05:59
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11. |
Bible Belt Kidz
01:55
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The Wufs Hollis, New Hampshire
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