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Insert Brain Here
02:04
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Don't let me waste anymore of your time
Oh right, it's my time that's wasted
If you expect me to tow the line
And buy this corporate debasement
I guess it's time to say goodbye
And even if I could, I'd be rectifying an old play
I'll bet you haven't got sight to recognize the pain
But everybody falls,
Not everyone breaks their leg
Don't take it presonal
Don't let me fall back and take on your probems
My own are just as great
My indecision caught me be surprise
It's time to step it up and face it
I'ts time to say goodbye
And even if I could, I'd just let it go 'til I cold failed
My 20/90 foresight could never see the game.
But everybody falls,
Not everyone breaks their leg
Don't take it presonal
Don't let me fall back and take on your probems
My own are just as great
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2. |
Hang on to Your Monocles
03:51
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You don't do anything but cry and bitch and piss and moan
A situation with complications
Is nothing more than holding back. Assess the fight.
You lie awake at night, you'll never compromise
You'll just keep believing other people's lies.
Building hills you cannot climb.
But desperation comes at a small price
You can't afford to pay for its demise
It can make you feel like it's alright
Hold your hand assure your head that you were right
Make your actions justified
Self deprication followed quickly by complete regret
You've made your own bed now go and lie down
The hollow heartless help that you've tried to create
Keeps you awake at night without an alibi
You'll just keep condemning yourself to do the time
Although you're guilty of no crime
But desperation comes at a small price
You can't afford to pay for its demise
It can make you feel like it's alright
Hold your hand assure your head that you were right
Make your actions justified
But you're not alright and I feel fine
Don't feel your life is broken, Don't feel you've lost control
The inspiration's gone, the inspiration's gone, the inspiration's gone, you've lost it all but not your soul
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3. |
Gas Brake Honk
02:43
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Five days, wake up and show up
World hard it sucks to grow up
Something's wrong
The mellowed cost of having fun
The works week's too long to mention
I'm too broke to pay attention
But because
Friday night is sure to come, I feel
A few shots will take it all
A few shots will take away the bad times
But when the weekend comes that's all left behind
Good times and weird drunken fights.
Come Sunday morning, hangover, realize
Two days is never enough
Two days is not enough
Get home and kick your shoes off
Pour two and let some steam off
The week is done
Two days of fun has just begun
Call friends and head to a show
Success or Grandpa's Porno Collection
Friday night has finally come, I feel
two shots are kicking in
Time to forget about the bad times
But when the weekend comes that's all left behind
Good times and weird drunken fights.
Come Sunday morning, hangover, realize
Two days is never enough
Two days is not enough
But when the weekend comes that's all left behind
Good times and weird drunken fights.
Come Sunday morning, hangover, realize
Two days is never enough
Two days is not enough
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4. |
Space Coyote
03:38
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No one's accountable, they point and scream "not me"
Hold on to sad beliefs, on soapboxes they preach
Discontent embellishment and getting it for free
But people will buy anything
As long as it's wrapped up and cheap
But people will buy anything
Too keep them from having to think
About, their desperation, how they've been left out. Sad
I never though I'd see a time
When the world was in such divide
Splitting hairs and in denial
A chorus sounds for compromise, rationalized
Explicit exit plans, not contemptuous despite
For all the vitriol, you'd think we've had enough
The blame placed on outside silence, the blame placed on no control
Steadfast in blind defiance committed to the role
Of idyllic platitudes, the status quo
Profit for profits sake, dehumanize the soul
But people will buy anything
As long as it's wrapped up and cheap
But people will buy anything
Too keep them from having to think
About, their desperation, how they've been left out. Sad
But people will buy anything
As long as it's wrapped up and cheap
But people will buy anything
Too keep them from having to think
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5. |
Disparaging the Boot
03:19
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I walked away and felt the stinging twinge
Of a long time coming
A knife stuffed in my back
You said you would be up for all and any, everything but the seasons changed and the list got cut in half
You said you would for the last time
You said you would but you lied
So I imbibe, to try and pass the time
With this song and these words I write
You've taken me for a long ride
To a prison called denial
Wooden bars and no luck besides
You cast me down
All aboard this is a sinking ship,
There's no sign of salvage, no one will make it back
We never could pretend that we could ever swim back home
'Cause we're goin' down, and you might as well relax
Remember all of the good times
And kiss our asses goodbye
So I imbibe, to try and pass the time
With this song and these words I write
You've taken me for a long ride
To a prison called denial
Wooden bars and no luck besides
You cast me down
It's just the little things that make all the fucking difference
It's just the little things, just get it right
(I don't want to, but I've been forced to, I'm still trying)
So I imbibe, to try and pass the time
With this song and these words I write
You've taken me for a long ride
To a prison called denial
Wooden bars and no luck besides
You cast me down
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6. |
It's My First Day
01:59
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This town ain't what it used to be
Just a few lost souls and broken dreams
Emptiness, loneliness, and a bottle to case our minds
We hold out anxiously for the future to come undone, and unwind
Walking empty streets like the present's been left behind
We know the truth, that the past, is just a repetition of a heart attack
And the bars, we called out, just a bastion of our desperation
But the past is gone, It's been too long
This place is not my home
Familiar things don't look the same
We wouldn't go back
Why would we go back?
The same old shitty streets, but the people unrecognized
They've all gone their own ways as if leaving this place could change their lives
We know the truth, have a laugh
Climb the ladders to our prospective paths
And the town, we called home
Just a crumbling heap of indignation
But the past is gone, It's been too long
This place is not my home
Familiar things don't look the same
We wouldn't go back
Why would we go back?
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You think that badge makes you invincible?
Who do you think you are?
You're just a chip on a shoulder
A joke with a car topped with lights
So take your aim and throw a punch so no bullets get wasted
Kick in doors and fire a couple shots
The warrant's been signed.
Serve and protect, public spite
Somehow you think that you're above the law
Protect your safety not mine
Perceive the idlest threats as if it's gonna cause your demise
An angry beating is murder justified
The innocents now lay dead cause they resisted
Unstable men, unarmed and beat to comply
And worst of all, a jury thought that this was all alright
So take your aim and throw a punch so no bullets get wasted
Kick in doors and fire a couple shots
The warrant's been signed.
Serve and protect, public spite
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8. |
Yesterday is Tomorrow
04:17
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Shut your mouth my friend and open up your eyes
This conversation is just a bleeding heart that's in rewind
The past is gone and it can't be replicated, why?
Memories live behind both your eyes
Let's assumed we wanted it to be revived.
Then we would have to take a chance that we would realize
The rosy shades with which we look into our minds
Hide the fact that we're color blind
In all all those years of wasted youth
Nobody ever told the truth.
But learning everything how to live, life, love and just be free
Requires nothing less from anyone or anything than simple truths
Life. Death
Still always searching for the right words
Making mistakes no peace of mind.
"Do all you can" is just some shit some people say
To give them comfort in their own world.
It quickly dissipates.
Life is strange
Now my friend it's time for you to decide
Whether or not your past has taught you to be blind inside
With open eyes and all come clean withhold your pride
A distance race calls for shorter strides
All in all a history filled with goodbyes
Makes for a life of loss and something left to be desired
Happenstance and matters deconstruct the past
We'd take it all just to give it back
These simple truths
Life. Death
Still always searching for the right words
Making mistakes no peace of mind.
"Do all you can" is just some shit some people say
To give them comfort in their own world.
It quickly dissipates.
Still always searching for the right words
Making mistakes no peace of mind.
"Do all you can" is just some shit some people say
To give them comfort in their own world.
It quickly dissipates.
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9. |
My Pockets Hurt
00:33
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Unloading every little thing
Empty promises and king
The list goes on and on
Forced to rely on disbelief
Empty pockets have no change
I think I've had enough
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10. |
Don't Mind if I Do
03:25
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American Dream!
More like wretched nightmares, awake with blank stares
To greed as disease, success fallacy
No hope's been achieved
Only faceless despair, anger and unclear
Reasons defunct ideology
With opened eyes, even blind men can see the ship is sinking
Ignored the threat, they stayed the course
A steep decline
Take a look at what's passed, continued regress
No lesson learned, no punishment
All lies, no reprieve
Conflicting beliefs
Only hypocrtics and massive dimwits.
Could ever achieve such hypocrisy
A bold plan to raise us up from the bottom line, hasn't been designed
Just "us against them", Blue/Red only teams
Success Denied!
Every rung is broken, the class has spoken
"We want our chance, we want our piece!"
The privileged thrive,
While the hard worked masses are breaking their backs
The game is rigged the scores are fixed
No hope. No relief
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11. |
Snack Related Mishap
03:43
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We'd open the doors and leave everything behind
If we could just admit they've sold us all a lie
No future, no regrets, no reasons left to buy
The bullshit they spoon fed to us. A cure
For all that ails us and what keeps us all alive
A potent mixture of some pills, a shot we recognize
The store clerk hands us back our $20 change we buy
A song, a golden record, our sanity that we rely on
We'd rather give up than take sides
I'd disconnect from discontent than lie
Whenever chorus calls we raise our hands in time
The beat and the songs of our lives can't die
For all that ails us and what keeps us all alive
A potent mixture of some pills, a shot we recognize
The store clerk hands us back our $20 change we buy
A song, a golden record, our sanity that we rely on
When we ignore the signs and just moving on in stride
That's when we finally get it, that's when the record sets it
Then the music plays and we forget shit
For all that ails us and what keeps us all alive
A potent mixture of some pills, a shot we recognize
The store clerk hands us back our $20 change we buy
A song, a golden record, our sanity that we rely on
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12. |
I'll Try to Try
00:29
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Desperately I've broken
all the things I've left behind
but the blanks were perfect, such a ride
Following with purpose, moving on
So insert meaningful line
Working blind
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13. |
Escalator to Nowhere
02:46
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I'm sorry but it's time to go
Every second has been great, but it's time to end the show
We're turned around again like one way streets
You grabbed the wheel this time, slammed us into a tree
But if I've gotta go, then it's you I'm glad I've known
Take this path and I will guide you
Through the stars, countless bars, and the unknown
And even if you don't decide to,
You can still make it back here on your own
You can still make it back, from the anecdotal fact
You're alone
I didn't think you'd get teh joke
My expression hasn't changed, painted clowns will never know
That we have circled drains and counted sheep
A stolen melody that we'd never release
But if I've gotta go, then it's you I'm glad I've known
Take this path and I will guide you
Through the stars, countless bars, and the unknown
And even if you don't decide to,
You can still make it back here on your own
You can still make it back, from the anecdotal fact
There is something inside you that's desperately trying to come back to something you've known
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