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No Love
02:03
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You make me out to be no good
There's nothing helpful I can say
I guess you'd rather be alone
This couldn't be a better day
Love's no bed of roses
I've found a better flower
I may turn out to be a star
By shining on the radio
There's more to life than just fast cars
I guess it's better you don't know
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Peck Pit
03:12
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They spent a couple years with me in hell
Stayed with me even when I drugged myself
I know I wouldn't be here on my own
They told me that it's not my time to go
-Mischief in the city streets
Good old catholic boys in heat
It all got started circa 83
I don't know to this day why they picked me
They'd be there all the time when we were punks
They'll be there even when my numbers up
-Mischief in the city streets
Good old catholic boys in heat
The nights of drinking in our cars are being wasted in the bars
All for one we all might say, I won't have it another way
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Divinah
03:07
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Oh boy, it really got to me
How evolution's in rewind
Just like the monkey in the tree
You waste your primitive-like mind
-Save us all
Someday when things pull to an end
You'll put a price on your vagine
Your name for long I will defend
It's sick yet utterly divine
-Save us all
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Sifting through this life, still can't comprehend
Scars like stripes from yesterday, still trying to pretend
California detour, roadkill polaroid
Carbon copy tombstones, existence is destroyed
Automatic destiny, like dominoes they fall
Roses fade to dust and drown in blood and alcohol
Frozen acquisitions, guilty remedies
Bound to old refinements by the barb wired tumbleweeds
-All things happen in a New York minute
Fate's uncertain until I'm in it
Seeking lost agendas, scattered wreck debris
Still too dry for breathing or blinding one can see
Weakened by authority, dark and musty clouds
Silk-screened vivid aura, confusion in the round
Timeline marks the pavement, flesh absorbs the rain
Weakened sounds on deafened ears, exacting thoughtless pain
Caution tape confetti, rituals adhered
Meek and tired greetings, mock offers engineered
-All things happen in a New York minute
Fate's uncertain until I'm in it
Running late to meet the sand man
Missed rendezvous in the bad lands
Come again, come again
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Wearin' Barrels
02:15
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Land of the free, now home of the slave
Working to the bone to afford the grave
Struggle week to week to appease the rich
Better days ahead just became a myth
-Riches today, rags tomorrow
Cattle of the state, herded out of home
Dollars on parade, just not your own
Poison in their words, makes your stomach sink
What a noble deed, world is on the brink
-Riches today, rags tomorrow
We the people's wants, fails you everyday
What a total waste, nothing more to say
-Riches today, rags tomorrow
May lose an arm, may lose a leg
Until your debt's completely paid
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Been used, abandoned life, phantom money rogue country working overtime.
Shanghai'd the Holy See, false messiah new pariah driving endlessly.
-Meltdown meltdown, watch and read, Meltdown meltdown, history
Disgust a chosen race, free nation gravitation failed the western ways
Drug lord a pointless war, love hated isolated happened all before
-Meltdown meltdown, watch and read, Meltdown meltdown, history
God prayed that the modern man would fall
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Watch Your Back
04:42
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You found my aspirations, left me long ago
Supplied me with inspiration, how much you'll never know
How long until I shake this feeling, wishing you were here
That day I will long remember, I see it very clear
-Want you back
Regrets are few too many, now that you're away
The words that I used to move you, I wish I didn't say
The dreams appear to clearly, seeing you again
The pain that won't elude me, missing you my friend
-Want you back
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