1. |
Fruit Fly
02:38
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You're gonna do what your programmed to
You're gonna Say what they gotta say
Fruit fly in your eye
Question if your gonna die
When the poor fight the poor, the rich can eat all day
Narcissists own the cliffs so you better duck and pray
I pack ten clips on my hip to keep the zombies at bay
We Toil and toil so our babies can boil
Bury me with a gag
Or drag me by the flag
Add my stats to the tally
Makeshift bombs in the alley
When the poor fight the poor, the rich can eat all day
narcissists own the cliffs so you better duck and pray
I pack ten clips on my hip to keep the zombies at bay
We Toil and toil so our babies can boil
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2. |
Get Free
04:05
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Live long, sing songs, bleed some kind of fantasy oh yeah
Buried under your amenities Is your carpet clean when they carry you away
Can we get free when were lonely
Cannot think about tomorrow bury all your sorrows
Question your sanity, when you think about life's brevity oh yeah
Eat your money and turn to gold, drink the blood of tragedy oh yeah
Can we get free when were lonely
Cannot think about tomorrow bury all your sorrows
Break down your enemies, make all their words obscenities oh yeah
Sometimes I drink alone, pour tragedy over my bones
There’s a blade in my brain and I cannot make it home
But if you give me a ride, I won’t deny the bleeding wounds across my sky
The abyss that I own will be buried under stone
Can we get free when were lonely
Cannot think about tomorrow bury all your sorrows
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3. |
Whiskey and Soap
03:29
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I buy whiskey I buy soap sometimes I even buy dope. My house is cold and the rent is late
But you can come over and we’ll drink all day but No I ain’t paying my fucking bills
I don’t even have an IRA maybe because I like to sleep all day
I’m burning oil like it’s my god damn job and I’m drinking beer like a fucking slob
But no I aint paying my fucking bills
I buy whiskey I buy soap sometimes I even buy dope. My house is cold and the rent is late
But you can come over and we’ll drink all day but no I ain’t paying my fucking bills
If this song can make me a penny or four then maybe I could turn my lights on more
My windshield’s cracked and my tires are flat but you can call my phone and well get a 30 pack
and damn I should really pay my fucking bills.
I buy whiskey I buy soap sometimes I even buy dope. My house is cold and the rent is late
But you can come over and we’ll drink all day but no I ain’t paying my fucking bills
Sometimes I think ill have a heart attack those god damned doctors yeah they don’t know jack
Bring the dog in the kitchen, summon the fools we’ll ride the light and all be dead by noon.
I buy whiskey I buy soap sometimes I even buy dope my house is cold the rent is late
But you can come over and we’ll drink all day
I buy whiskey I buy soap sometimes I even buy dope. My house is cold and the rent is late
But you can come over and we’ll drink all day.
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4. |
Are You Listening?
06:19
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You see them running now, pulled from under their beds
And there’s a figurehead, he’s Pointing towards the guns
Let the paint dry, before you splatter some heads
Don’t worry now, you can talk to the dead
Well aren’t you scared
I don’t think your listening
Well aren’t you scared
I don’t think you're listening
You gotta focus now, the buildings are crumbling down
Power is at the top, while shit rolls down hill
See the screaming crowd, fill their pockets with dust
If I blow up your God, will you believe in mine?
Well aren’t you scared
I don’t think your listening
Well aren’t you scared
I don’t think your listening
You got one smoke left until kingdom come
You bear your fist to the heavens for the beasts to come
I ask you one simple question before you light that fuse
Don’t worry man I got the fuel
Did you feed off the poor? Did you scrape from the sick?
Did you make your gold and riches like sycophant?
Now don’t talk to me now
Don’t step to me to now
Don’t push me into the crowd
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5. |
Counting the Change
04:49
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Here’s something wicked It hangs in my kitchen A twelve-gauge gun for my son.
It’s for my trash and all of my cash that hangs in the windows and halls.
I harvest for most of the day yet we’re still counting the change in our cars.
I harvest for most of the day yet were still Counting the change in our cars.
You woke up crooked beat from the day, you hold onto the stairs and you pray.
You were made to bend, if you break, we’ll buy it, slap a ten-cent stamp to your head.
I harvest for most of the day yet we’re still counting the change in our cars.
I harvest for most of the day yet were still counting the change in our cars.
Why did you go, yeah so far away for us to sit here and do nothing.
Yeah, I guess we like it this way, yeah, it’s alright.
I suppose we don’t need everything.
Just keep working hard babe, just keep working hard.
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6. |
The Riff
07:36
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7. |
Panic Disease
05:07
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I’m 17 and can’t get to sleep I can’t stick to the beat
I see my life as a string yeah, its endless and frayed
So what you do you from me? They pray to strife and pain.
If we abstain, can we stay for while? If we abstain, can we stay for while?
It comes in the night; it’s packaged up pretty and white.
I want to be bright, purple and some kind of striped.
Yeah, were young then were old gasping and pulling for light.
27 can’t breathe, I got the panic disease
I see my world to turn to steel but there ain’t nothing to steal.
So, what do you want from me? I’m breaking rocks all day.
If we abstain, can we stay for while? If we abstain, can we stay for while?
It comes in the night; it’s packaged up pretty and white.
I want to be bright, purple and some kind of striped.
Yeah, were young then were old gasping and pulling for light.
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