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Car On Fire
02:44
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Everybody's dancing with a shattered spine
Feel your bones they’re breaking I’m glad they’re not mine
It’s a joke.
Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
I don’t wanna fake it just to be someone
I don’t know.
Everybodies standing on an active mine
I feel like I’m trapped and I cannot get out
Smoke floats away from a car that’s engulfed in fire
Smoke floats away from a car that’s engulfed in fire
Screaming as their world is collapsing on in
Try and find a route that we can drive around them
Pedal to the metal it’s a mild annoyance
I hope someone else remembers to report this
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I wish my brain was a computer
So I could tell it what to do
But I waste the only little time I’ve got
With my shitty attitude
My mind isn't mine at least some of the time.
I feel like I’d have all the answers
If I could just control my mood
Maybe success is just around the next corner
But we all know that’s not true
I’m always running out of
I cant stop thinking about it
Dumb struck and panicked all the time
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3. |
Horses
03:29
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If, I’d been a better man
Think, of all the things I coulda been
Everybody panic now
Strung out on adderall
Don’t get the cops involved
God where’d I put my
Keys,
cause I can’t find my keys
Wait I don’t own a car
Now how did I get here
My past remains unclear
A Hellish ferris wheel
And I’m stuck at the
top
It seems over the top
But now I’m climbing off
And there goes space and time
I’m floating through the sky
The ground comes rushing in
I hope my death is quick
I'm walking I'm walking here.
Guilt?
I’ve got no sense of guilt
No I don’t feel at all
This sins original
My porn is digital
I am invincible
Dogmatic principle
Shame?
The only real shame
Is how you cut your hair
You’re gonna wear that here?
Don’t know if you’re aware
Watch everybody stare
You’re dressed up like a
I'm moving, I'm moving here.
The human race is underwhelming
I’m leaving it, a one star rating
And if you wouldn’t mind well I’d LOVE
To have a word with your manager
First things first I’d like to lay things out for you
And make them real clear
When my friend Debbie from Zumba recommended that I
try human existence
Well let me tell you mister that the expectations were high
And I have been disappointed
And if it doesn’t already go without saying that my bill
will not be paid
Cause it’s a nasty brutish short affair that I could do without
And are you even paying attention sir because I do not like to shout
I'm talking, I'm talking here.
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High-End Condos
02:07
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When we moved back to the suburbs we never thought you’d make this shitty place so cool
now we’re moving back, yeah we’re coming back, we’re here to take it away from you
We’re cleaning up the streets, wouldn’t you agree
It’s better now, now that you can’t afford to live here
Everything you loved will be made boring or die
And if we call it progress no one will ask why
And we need more
High-end condos
High-end condos
You know what we need?
Some more high-end condos.
What was once interesting is now a tool for marketing
Come on downtown, it’s safe as it can be
And all the new restaurants have 35 tvs
And we can finally watch our UFC in peace
The housing markets rising and it’s never gonna stop
And this real estate bubble, yeah it's never gonna pop
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Mulligan
03:19
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And everybody says that, That there’s no way around it
Time to accept the outcome, our chance of hope’s about none
And everybody says they, they put their pants on one leg
They all do it the same way, why’d no one ever tell me
And I don’t see the fun in, in hiking up a mountain
No I cant get a suntan, yeah I’d much rather stay in
And everybody says please, please just shut up about it
But I go on about it, yes on and on about it
No not today, no not today, no not today
I’ve gone asleep until tomorrow
And everybody says that, that it’s no use to doubt it
It’s not to mess around with, there’s no alarm to sound yet
I need some motivation, and nothing seems worth saving
Don’t wanna talk about it don’t wanna think about it
And now I feel surrounded, my eyes cannot be found
Cut my tongue from my mouth, it’s fine I’m freaking out
And everybody says please, please just shut up about it
But I go on about it, yes on and on about it
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Chris: Bass
Dave: Trumpet
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Chad: Drums
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