1. |
Acid Caravan
00:48
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Behaved, Betrayed
More attention should have been paid
To these cretins who aren't complex
To these assholes with their hands around my neck
The hypocrisy is stunning
They ain't too bright
but they sure are cunning
Narcissism 's not funny
But that's just who they are
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2. |
Quint Avenue Blues
02:00
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Chorus:
I don't care like I cared before
I cared back then, I don't anymore
My head is reaching up
But my heart is on the floor
I'm a wasted bore
And an eyesore
I walk by the place I proposed
Everyday on my walk home
Then I'm home alone cus that ship did sail
To some far away port, never seen again
(Chorus)
I rip butts 'til my throat is toast
And I smell like shit, I'm fucking gross
Then I kiss the bottle 'til it all goes black
And I'm covered in shit, lying on my back
(Chorus)
Loved you from the git go
Love you 'til I die
Loved you on that Boston street
The day you said goodbye
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3. |
Astronaut
02:20
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Are you out at some bar?
With him, in some fancy dress?
I'm at home, I'm in bed, I am all alone
With spaghetti on my chest
Woke up with trash in my bed
Woke up with trash in my heart
Self deprecation like this has become
Such a fine art
My life is grey walls
And fluorescent lights
Damp feet and cold hands
On the coldest nights
Bugs crawl in my face
While I am asleep
Delivering bad dreams
And such heavy grief
If I were an astronaut
You wouldn't be my fucking moon
3 AM you're with him
I've got a satellite in my room
And in the end the bed I make
Is equal to the hearts I break
And in the end the bed you make
Was your mistake
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4. |
Dog Song
01:43
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I remember the walk in the park
I remember how quick it went dark
I remember the look on her face
I remember the look of disgrace
The time will come when the sun will set
On our barren empire and you can bet
The fires will bring saints that sin
And the holy mother will devour her kin
At the end of our time and you can guess
Your educated mind was meaningless
At the end of our time, is it really that stunning?
Your educated mind should have seen this coming
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5. |
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Chorus:
No wife no kids not now not ever
No wife no kids not now not ever
No wife no kids not now not ever
No wife no kids not now
Nice cushy job, yeah for good reason
That thirty year mortgage is a thirty year prison
Baby is crying, yeah your marriage is dying
They say they're faithful, they're lyin'
(chorus)
Now your poor kid thinks the nanny is mother
Cus' you're just too busy, yeah you can't be bothered
Fucked up sister's got a fucked up brother's got a
Fucked up deadbeat father
(chorus)
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6. |
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Under this pale blue moon it's us
Enjoying youth, and getting drunk
I'm gonna bring the booze, Steve's gonna bring the funk
And this rooms so full of smoke
Flipp's got crown, Jeff's got coke*
Buenos dias motha fucka motha fucka
Buenos noches motha fucka motha fucka
En la tierra de mofetas,
el hombre sin nariz
Holy shit this fucking shit is laced
Me and Benny are so, fucking shit faced
Robitaille's mixing beers and vermouth
Flipp's passed out, on the fucking roof
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7. |
Wet Leather
00:36
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I put a gimp mask on my baby
So he won't bite his daddy
I put a gimp mask on my baby
Because he is so baddy
I put a gimp mask on my baby
You know it makes him saddy
I put a gimp mask on my baby
Because he is so naughty
Discipline! Discipline! Discipline! Discipline!
Discipline! Discipline! Discipline!
Discipline! Discipline! Discipline! Discipline!
Discipline! Discipline! Discipline!
When it presented me with the wet leather
I knew it had been a bad slave
I told it to go to it's room
Its room is a cage in a black hole
In a black room in a black house
In a black world
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8. |
Contrived
02:21
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I clung to the branches not the roots
And I became the shit at the bottom of their shoes
Destined to fail and born to lose
Never picking up on any of the clues
Seeing through the bullshit's contrived
When you're wearing the glasses that they prescribed
Live like that? I'd rather die
I'm not living "an eye for an eye"
Chorus:
Swung when I shoulda' stepped away
Telling me to leave, I am begging them to stay
Every single second of every single day
Never gonna change
The third verse, similar to the first
Repeatin' myself until it hurts
Ain't no blessing, it's a fucking curse
This curse gets worse
(chorus)
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9. |
Brotherhood Of Death
03:02
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I hope no one ever sticks a knife into my face
I hope no one ever beats me to death with a bat like a brat
Like Jack to Scat, get an axe into my back
Please don't do that, that is all that I ask
Chorus:
Cus I
Never want to die
I just wanna live my life
I never want to die
I never want to
DIE
When I'm in my coffin
Or my body's burnt to dust
My memory will wither
And my soul will surely rust
(Chorus)
Spent my life in and out of bars,
Will I spend eternity among the stars?
Will I find my answers? Will I find more questions?
Will I lose myself? Will I learn life's lesson? X2
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