1. |
Mankey
03:13
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You are like a floating star above
With my luck I’ll get enough before you fade
True, the world won’t care if we all die
But we try to find a life where we can stay
But why does it always feel like we won’t be free
No it’s not paranoia now
The house always wins and there is no way out
We might just rent until we die
While the pigs feed on the flesh of all in sight
In my life I will not hide I wanna wake up where I’m free
So what could I possibly say when I can’t breathe
What could be
Don’t try to justify, I just need
Truth
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2. |
Dummy
01:38
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Got scammed
Ripoff artist on my block the other day
Going fucking crazy
This is shit, I’m gonna scream.
I want to rip somebody’s head off but just feel really dumb.
How could I be so clumsy?
I need to be more careful,
So I don’t get fucked over my whole life and die like a loser.
The world’s pretty ugly aint it?
You’re lucky.
It’s not safe. I’m afraid now.
But whatever. I’m not trying to ask for nothing.
I’m not changin, any habits. So forget that.
You’re not the boss of me now. You’re not the boss of me now
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3. |
Finnerty's Dream
02:19
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Sitting at the bar
Staring out the window
I count the cars
to pass the time
When I’m alone
I left the store
To mind the window
Watch all the loops
Inside my head
Stare at my phone
That’s not to say
I don’t care to listen
I’m out to lunch
I hope to god
It won’t be long
It won’t be long
Nowhere to run
You call out
No one knows
Your name
It stays the same
That’s all I really know
Center of the circle
Or I’m against the wall
Tripped up again
I am face down
In my backyard
Waiting on an answer
Wishing on a star
Two ways to waste
A life
I hope it won’t be long
It won’t be long
Nowhere to run
You call out
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4. |
Bryan Ray Trout, 1999
03:22
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Man
Rose McGowan liked my haircut
I wanna talk to her but I’m too fucked up
Jawbreaker is the good stuff
Damn
I think the whole cast of The Craft‘s here
I haven’t seen it in like 3 years
Skeet Ulrich drank 12 beers
Weird.
Hanging out by the bench
She said The Dawson was a bad time
Everyone was a bitch
I said
“Was that just last season? I love that show!”
She was shaking her head
Sighed through her cigarette smoke
Said she was tired of the people left in this town
Everyone’s afraid to lose it all
And she don’t even want to be at this house
But they got blow
So…
Talking about all of her plans
She was running out of options
I had to understand
I heard a voice from behind me
All raspy and low
I knew it from somewhere
Was it Scream or The Crow?
That stupid, wasted fuckin bastard started laughing
Told me that my hands were really small
And after that, he tried to call her “baby”
She said “Fuck you! My name’s Nicole.”
You don’t call me
On it
I fought Skeet
Ulrich
The handsome skeeze - ya saw it?
I fought skeet
Ulrich
You don’t call me
On it
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5. |
The Upside
02:05
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Sunday
Morning
Got me feeling
Empty again
Well I’ve been feeling
Older all the time now
I’ve been feeling older
All the time
Watching
Myself
Watching the world go by
My window
I’ve been feeling older
All the time now
I’ve been feeling
Older all the time
As you well know
It’s uncomfortable
We don’t let that show
(Repeat of first stanza)
Alright!
Drop me in the trash
I’ve got imagination
I can use
I’m looking for the upside
I’ve been feeling older
All the time
As you well know
It’s uncomfortable
We don’t let that show
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6. |
JME
05:20
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Spit out your broken teeth
Peel your face off the concrete
Follow the beaten path
Or you will face our wrath
Bright lights to wake you up
It’s never long enough
Close your eyes and count to ten
Step back and ask again
I was tripping over words
Must’ve sounded so absurd
When did I get home
Don’t remember breaking glass
Wonder how much time has passed
When did I get home
Another myoclonic jerk
Answered with another greedy smirk
It’s all I’ll ever know
Wish I had the cash to blow
On a dose or two of depakote
It’s all I’ll ever know
Bada ba ba ba
Bada ba ba ba
What a life to live
Slipping through this sieve
You know how this ends
We are not your friends
We know just where to stab
A wound that never scabs
Lost in epileptic haze
Losing track of time and space
When did I get home
Woke up in your arms again
Hope this is a passing trend
When did I get home
I believe that you believe
A homicidal ideology
It’s all we’ll ever know
Now there’s nowhere left to go
Just suicidal ideation and snow
It’s all we’ll ever know
You better get a grip
Cause you ain’t changing shit
No need to face your fear
We’ll take it all from here
Buy our 80 dollar pills
Ignore electric bills
Close your eyes and count to ten
And never ask again
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7. |
Truther Uncle
02:40
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Don’t know how it got to here
I just thought
Life wasn’t as cruel as this
A sick joke
Paraphrasing how I feel
Trying not
To laugh at the rivers that divide
How I wish I could be there with you now
Some things that I can’t express out loud
How it made me feel that time
Just put to the back of my mind
Ate some shit now my stomach is twist to knots
Don’t think that I’m getting off of this one
But hey jack that’s ok
We’ll pay em back on another day
La la so free
But when I think of freedom my head just hurts
Fell into another grift
You got got
Take a breath and reassess
Are you sure
Defending a sunken world
Is it worth
Selling your soul for body
The ever changing the parameters of life
Selective consequences I can’t abide by
You said it’s in my head
I disagree but hey that’s cool
You’re just not used to it
I’ll feel your pain
And when I get my mind around all the patterns I promise I’ll come find you
Don’t trust a thing they say
And just remember you know that
I’ve got eyes all over my body
I can see all ways, it still makes no sense to me
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8. |
Payday
02:31
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Paycheck clears at 12:43
I’m getting fucking loaded
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, I don’t really mind
Net worth just less than 800
Could it get any better
Where’s it go, where’s it go, where’s it really go
And it feels just like a movie
(Break the bars
I gotta win i gotta get more
And send the wolves to fend for themselves)
Loan payment got me down again
Now I’m overdrafted
(what the fuck)
What’s it worth, what’s it worth, what’s it really worth
The wind just tears right through the cracks
Condemnation living
Tony comes, Tony comes, Tony always comes
(Throw it away to the side, wonder why...)
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9. |
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I was the king
Now it’s sadly passing
Vote for me
All the ants go farm the dirt
With the eaters stalking
Just like always
Run for their lives
You should be the president since everybody wants you to die
Used to spend my whole life dreaming man, now I barely close my eyes
I want some rain
Maybe we can wash away
To another
If you lead me to my fate
I’ll be extricated
They’re gonna cut my legs off
They’ll probably break my arms
They’ll probably cut my head off
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10. |
Call It Early
04:09
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Yeah I don’t mind if I
Don’t get it right
Make a plan and follow through
Take it in to be with you
Cause it’s alright
To feel like
When you realize
Your effervescent’s always fading
These things take time
I’ll be fine
But in real-time life
Can take you for a ride
And it seems like I
Didn’t make my
Head in order grow up true
Not a care for what to do
If it feels right
It might be right
Will you decide
To chase the ghost or call it early
These things take time
I’ll be fine
But in real-time life
Can take you for a ride
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11. |
Suffer + Toil
03:59
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Waking up, it’s hard enough to get my- Self out of bed right now
Everything is lost and lacking core
Predetermined by design
I don’t like that cause who needs it
To breathe in something freeing
A mind at peace
Pull your head out of your ass
Nothing in life is free
You suffer and toil until you die
That’s how it’s always been
What? Do you think you’re better than history?
Yeah there’s a hope in me
To break the chains
And pick up the pieces and proceed
To move ahead
(Make time)
Don’t second guess
(Burned by design)
Some things in life
(Decide)
Are left best not to be repeated
(Left best not to be repeated)
This house is broken no foundation at all
Living on borrowed time
The paintings hang crooked on the walls
Been tacked down for ages now
Cause why would we address it
Comfort godhead supreme
A life at ease
Not so simple yet
Everything has a price
And no we can’t guarantee it all
That’s just the breaks there kid
You should have been born in a different class
Fuck that I won’t relent
Or compromise
No I won’t give in I will continue
The fight
(Defy)
Take my whole life
(Deep down inside)
To refine
(Revive)
Grew a spine so I can chase what’s right
(A spine so I can chase what’s right
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12. |
Hard Reset
01:59
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Headlights point home
Driving through country - it’s dark on her own
Dreaming of tattoos, monsters, and Spring
It was a room
It was a message
It was part of everything
She stands alone - alone, alone.
Watching the line slowly die on its own
Only his paintings smile while they sing
It was a room
It wasn’t real
It was part of everything
These things
Are feeling out of context
She would’ve sweared she’d go before
And still she wonders
What it looks like
Where he’s breathing
Where he’s painting
Oh, she’s sure
That they have to
Give you time out on your own just to explore
‘Cause if not, it’s a ripoff drugs can’t explain
And the world falls apart
Without taking any blame (well)
She doesn’t know - she knows, she knows.
Love ain’t enough when it comes time to grow
There’s a light in my room: now I start to see
It was only just to show me.
She don’t owe me anything.
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The Zells Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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