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Level with me, it's been shitty Sundays on the West Coast
Rearranged, the times have changed ever since you left those
Eastern shores, my sloppy chords have brought you to this time zone
Up all night, strung out and fried, you gotta keep your wits honed
When you're runnin' with the wolves but you're in sheeps clothing
And your cloven little hooves weren't built for distant roaming
You're wondering how you can back out
Of the predicament that you've landed in
But don't you cry
Don't you shed no single tear
Cause you know that I'll be near and I'll never let them do you wrong
But you don't cry
After you get a little high
You just watch the world float by, we won't be floatin' for much longer anyhow
Lincoln city is awfully pretty, I'm feeling like it's romance
I could be the one to take you down to the railroad tracks
We can throw some sticks and stones, and laugh at the passing time
Won't be long before you're gone, I never could keep you mine
When you're floatin' like a ghost or some pale apparition
I swore they patched you up but you've been ripping out the stitches
Wondering how you can back out
Of the predicament that you've landed in
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2. |
This Place
02:44
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Really wanted to get out but I've grown roots into this couch
Just now beginning to freak out, I'm really freaking out this time
Friday night I bottomed out, Saturday spent running my mouth
Cause everything just makes me shout about how stupid I can be
The problem, it isn't you
It's always me, it's always me
The problem, it can't be you
When it's always me
Then it's always me
But wait! What's your excuse?
I've been roaming 'round this town
Just trying to keep my head from falling apart
So hey! What's the news?
You've been toning down your blues
But amplifying mine by breaking my heart
Time spent on the internet is time I'll easily forget
Wonder how many of my friends are being tested by their minds
Since it's always raining, it's always wet
Across the floorboards water crept
Been seeing all my breath since the sunshine it just FUCKED OFF and left
The problem, it isn't you
It's always me, it's always me
The problem, it can't be you
When it's always me
Then it's always me
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Guano
03:04
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Some people really like Batman
But I'd rather be getting drunk and getting fat man
Bottles of whiskey in my arms so somebody spread the alarm
Put a signal in the sky for my self-harm
Other people really like their prophets
But religion's really only there for the profit
Secondhand smoke and coughin' all the way to my lonely coffin
How many gods must I be double crossin'?
Fuck me in the ass, I just like to smoke my grass
Just leave me here to watch all of my time pass
With a head up in the clouds so I can take a look around
Since there's no sound of all of your bullshit from above
Dream big or go home is what they said
So I drink binge and go home to get some rest
There's no difference in the daydream or the day drink gets me thinkin'
Do you think Batman ever had this feelin'?
Far out is the direction that I'm headed
But I got spun around and I got redirected
Now I've fallen in the pit I dug convinced that I'm the shit but what's important is this never was intended
So let's thank the Lord above for showing anything but love
Seems everything that goes is getting tough
And if he can't hold my hand and help me to understand
Then I'll just distract myself with the drinking and the drugs
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Blueberries
03:37
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The very best of rugs come at large lump sums
So we skee-balled down the bedroom halls
As the chandelier shed it's crystallized tears
We feared for all of our failures
We are the restless nest'rs of our own homes
Twining wood planks, and back breaks and heartaches
A physical task sung so fondly in poems
No expense can be spared on a mistake
But even with this accomplished all we have here are bones
And the ghosts are what's left of our housemates
I fear that the truth is forever unknown
So we'll just keep going on getting shit-faced
We'll just keep going on getting shit-faced
I've got a case of the blue... berries
No, I'm not new to sharing
You can take all the goodness that you need
Just stay here with me for a short time please
Be loving, be patient, be gentle, be kind
Are words that will earn you some peace of mind
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
The old truth that holds is the one told by time
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Bean Burrito
02:11
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If you wanna be a star then you might get made
If it's women and it's cars, then you might get laid
But you gotta work hard if you want to get paid
I got two bean burrito's in the microwave
I'm fighting with words on an online forum
Another Republican president's sworn in
I need a talking hat to help my shit get sorted
But I got a pot o' joe keepin' warm this morning
Now I'm burping the alphabet in your old beater
My slicked back hair it never looked much neater
My roommates say they oughta hire a cleaner
Well I've never met your mother but I'd realy like to meet her
If you wanna be a star then you might get made
If it's women and it's cars, then you might get laid
But you gotta work hard if you want to get paid
I got two bean burrito's in the microwave
Fuck with me and you might just win
My gullibility it ain't a cardinal sin
I'll never give up but I'll always give in
My cynicism was inherited
Now I'm eating mad slices at the pizza bar
Our talk about the future only made it that far
When there's cheese, pepperoni and a fat cigar
They'll have to haul me out with a helicopter
If you wanna be a star then you might get made
If it's women and it's cars, then you might get laid
But you gotta work hard if you want to get paid
I got two bean burrito's in the microwave
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6. |
Apocalypse Song
03:29
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Fifty days and fifty nights I've sheltered underground
I'm running out of food and water in this years fallout
I'm convinced I will survive by the bullet, the blade or the teeth
The force to be reckoned with is one that comes from underneath
But I don't care for the lot of them
When I'd rather be dropping bombs on them
Am I throwing tantrums
Against every evil thing beneath the sun
I'm walkin' through the wasteland
I'm looking to get made
Wandering through bombshell craters, radiation everglades
Who knew that Armageddon would be so much fun?
Remember if you see me just turn your back and run
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
There are horrors in the heavens and there's demons in the deep
There's ghosts and memories that won't ever let me sleep
The modern world is haunted by the power of it's greed but
Revolution only grows if at first you plant a seed
Now I'm aware that it's no use
To pray for wickedness on this Earth to be reduced
So if you are abused
Then your violence is justified and the law is no excuse
When you're walkin' through the wasteland
You're looking to get made
Wandering through bombshell craters, radiation everglades
Who knew that Armageddon would be so much fun?
Remember if you see us just turn your back and run
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Jo Christ Portland, Oregon
Jo Christ is your Lord & Savior from Portland, Oregon.
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