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Dreams they never come they just come undone
All my sweaters shrank in the wash
Classic when you're dead but now It's bedroom pop
So I'll run my car seat in the garage
Or drink myself to death yelling at the TV
Cause I'm too scared put a bullet through my head
Rivers coulda done another Pinkerton
But he made Hurly instead
Red hands,
He's just a business man
You're the glistening light
we've all been praying for
You're the golden ship in a
Sea of assholes
Shake hands
Will, I'm your biggest fan
Soft hands
You're just a business man
Friends come out and drink and have a good old time
But it never seems to go anywhere
The numbers dwindle as they all get married and die
Rumors excite the air
We've all been pissing in the same damn pot,
And we've all caught syphilis
So why can't I
Rise above the rest?
I've got big plans
You'll never understand
Break hands
I'm just a stoneage man
Don't be disappointed
Don't be so concerned
Pile up all the evidence
We need a flag to burn burn burn
Get out of the past, pull your head out of your ass
We won't have social security
Kennedy was an inside job, the American dream is dead
This isn't 1953
SO SO SO SO
So shake hands
The devil is a business man.
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The Chernobyl Dog
04:28
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I'm sorry if I happened to sound curt
I was trying to save the last of my voice
But since the rest of the band is out getting drunk
I might as well let myself have some fun
Are you old enough to try?
Are you still young enough to die?
You really let me down,
but I lead you on,
so save the chatter and bites.
Our bassist never pulled the car around
so we continued drinking for an hour
None of us realized he was busy touching his nose and walking in a straight line.
Am I the chernobyl dog?
Do I really have no spine?
I didn't want to have to tell you this over the phone,
but things just aren't looking up for me.
I'm going to have to quit the band.
Yes, I quit Telyscopes.
But I hope that you'll both understand,
that it's not you,
"It's not you it's not me"
It's just me
because I have no spine.
I really am the chernobyl dog
I have no spine at all.
I am the chernobyl dog
I have no spine.
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Nothings
04:35
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Meet me Sunday morning
We'll hold hands and walk to church
Race you to the coffin
Hold our breaths, take turns
Leave me for the vultures
Let them pick me to the bone
Chase you through the pine trees
To the pond skip stones
What's happening to us?
We're turning into nothings
Meet me in the gutter
Share a needle fall asleep
So hard becoming valiant
When it's so easy being sheep
So I'll see you Sunday morning
Cross our fingers scream to god
But if no one else can hear us
I always knew he was a fraud
What's happening to us?
We're turning into nothings
So hang your halo
high in the trees
Because nothings become
Nothing.
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Waiting around for grace
Just a pinch goes a long way
No one comes home
Comatose, she's overdosed
Less than ideal
How ungodly how unreal
Snow
As our feet followed stones,
Sun hit the fence leaving lines on the graves
like June
Where our pale bodies lay
Headlights drew lines through your closed window shades
Waiting around for grace
Perfect view of the wrong way
Turn on, tune in, jump out
Jump out
June
Where our pale bodies lay
Headlights drew lines through your closed window shades
Leaves
On the steps while we wait
Moon hit twigs leaving lines on your face
But soon
When we evaporate
Will sun slip the cracks and leave lines on the grave?
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(I was never anything special
I was always ordinary in every single way
As I've aged I've realized that we're all the same in every way
And I was always ordinary)
When I get so overwhelmed
With the state of my home
It's much easier digging a hole
Were I can put my head until the morning comes
I keep telling myself that its only a bad dream
But I'm still waiting to wake up and run to my mother crying
Is the world really ending at all?
Or am I just holding it's weight for the very first time?
(You were never anything special
You were always ordinary in every single way
As you age you'll realize how we're all the same in every way
You were always ordinary)
And so it comes and so it goes
And so it goes and so it comes
And when it comes nobody knows
No one knows just when they go...
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Climbing up the social ladder
I ain't got no time for you
When I get there it won't matter
Too late I'm dead and rotten
Long forgotten now
So it comes and so it goes
And so it goes and so it comes
And when it comes nobody knows
No one knows just when they go
Hanging off the social ladder
I can't go another rung
Please don't let me fall to my death
Don't squash my fingers
I knew you never liked me anyway
Please excuse me if I'm not making any sense
And please forgive me for my ignorance
But it's a crime, and you all should be accountable
For the crimes that you're holding me accountable
When you tap my line and I can't speak without every word on tape
I won't salute to some kind of plague
When I can't leave the house without the trackers keeping tabs
I want to die young and fast
So come on and entertain me
while Rome is falling
Rome is falling
And so it comes and so it goes
And so it goes and so it comes
And when it comes nobody knows
No one knows just when they go
Hands tied behind my back, fire away.
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8. |
Saint Rémy
03:19
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9. |
Housebound Agoraphobia
05:32
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No winter has ever been colder
than December in Philadelphia.
No year has ever been longer
than the 10 months I couldn't leave my house.
You ever bored of the wind and the snow
and hanging high off the edges of the glode
I'm just down the hall, last door on the right...
Don't hesitate to drop by sometime
cause I know
you've got my address.
Hold my head under cold water and get me to pray
Slap my face and take all my medicine bottles away
It's a long way down
But we can't get any lower now.
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Heaven
04:35
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