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I could move out to the boardwalk
I could start over again
I could delete my internet presence
and sever all ties with my friends
I could commit to the art form
I could start all of the trends
I could walk into the bank with a handgun
but you know how that story ends
I'm tired of picking my battles
I'm tired of fighting for love
I'm tired of seeing these fucking pigeons
but never a single white dove
I'm tired of burying people
I'm tired of swallowing blood
I'm tired of the scratches on all of my knuckles
when you motherfuckers have none
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ten four
02:22
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She said "Stop, you gotta tell me if you're a cop"
I said I wish I had myself figured out I'm just
getting high in the parking lot
'cause I was young and dumb
and then I got old and dumb
Truck stop, a few hours just to sleep it off
Trying to ignore the hacking cough
and I can't help but pull a couple bandages off
I miss having friends and then I don't
The lord forgives your sins until he won't
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MIKE WATT
02:39
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I got your postcard in the mail today
you had addressed it to somebody else
I keep telling myself that it was an honest mistake
The picture had someone barely in frame and
it kind of reminds me of you
The way you're so present and still so far away
Dreams don't last forever and
some can make you feel so bad
God don't pull the levers, man
He's hardly even watching
Couldn't you tell?
I still do slappys at the Circle K
like i never grew out of my teens
Some folks might laugh but they probably hate their jobs
I saw footage of Matt Tomasello
doing things that I could not believe
Hand to god
"Punk's not dead" and "Skate or die"
All my friends are getting high
They say only posers die;
We're gonna live forever
We can be the minutemen
Book a tour that never ends
Our band could become your friend
Our band could become your new best friend
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4. |
balenciaga blues
03:02
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Some days I feel like Melly, I got murder on my mind
I keep sticking slugs in parking meters
Singing "Everybody dies baby, that's a fact, that's a fact,
and I hope they're never coming back"
I can't stop thinking about the payback
I gotta set right some wrongs
Don't say you never saw it coming
I've spent years warning you in these songs
I stood in front of tower city
Watched some guys smash up a shop
Shouted out a faithful warning
when I saw the battalion of cops
Some days I feel like Melvin, like I am two faced slime
I keep sticking slugs in people when they cross me for the second time
I try to not get distracted
by the bodies in the seats or the blood on my jacket
Key grips
Tight frames
Designer shoes with stains
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5. |
outlaw country
02:53
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Don't think twice
'cause I won't speak at no witness stand
But you shot at my feet
Didn't even have the courtesy to ask me to dance
But I never lost my balance
No, I never lost my balance
Don't think twice
'cause you didn't get the best of me
See, you'll burn out
but god damn it the whole world will remember me
And if you think that I'm a target
Then you don't know what you started
And if you think that I'm a target
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Kyrie 2
02:35
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Keep on rockin' in the underworld
I've heard hell is a lovely place
and I've heard people are still people no matter where you go
Adjust to the heat, it's heavy but dry
Sail the seas of fire beneath a crimson sky
The dust in the air, the sun in my eyes
Still trying to kill the cop inside of me
Dance to the music playing on this sinking ship
Right before the very best part, the song starts to skip
Keep on living in the modern world
I know it is an ugly place
and I know people are still people no matter where you go
All things will pass and if it's our turn
Well I guess we're gonna have to watch it burn
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opp pack
02:11
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I hope all my enemies die tonight
on the losing end of a gunfight
Wrapped up in plastic, prepared for their caskets
I hope all my enemies die tonight
I hope all my enemies die tonight
when they dance with devil in the pale moonlight
Silence the tough talk with white chalk on the sidewalk
I hope all my enemies die tonight
Yeah I hope they all die as they do I
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caged bird blues
02:03
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I go to the same office, park next to the same cars
Have the same conversations with the same people
who happy hour at the same bars
I want out
I want out
I want out
I get caught in traffic the same time each day
Stopped at an intersection, fifteen minutes of my life just rolled away
I want out
I want out
I want out
I sing the caged bird's song
It never ends it just goes on and on and on
I go to the same house, lay in the same bed
Watch the same television, ignore the same thoughts in my head
and I want out
I want out
I want out
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"brick"
01:58
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I showed up in the Wraith
327's no one's ever seen
They're gonna have to pray for this city when I leave
They play my song and the runway comes alive
Cartier Williams tap dancing in Off-White
Given our history it's quite surprising that we got in the door
San Jose jersey and shoes to die for
Dining on Senegalese before the long flight home
and they're all looking at my neck like they think I sold my soul
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Hidden in plain sight
Smashing windows in the dead of night
Blood of the vanguard
Bastards of young
There is always a camera watching
A rabbit caught in the clutches of the hawk
When you hear the sirens you might as well go
When they offer a plea deal you better say no
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the trenches
03:08
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I won't roll out of bed for twelve an hour
but I'd shoot you in the face for less than that
But redemption never comes in the form of smoking guns
without a couple strings attached
I thought about moving out to the country
but I'm pretty sure I'd just get fucking bored
With no sirens and no songs and no bodies on the lawn
Nothing worth dying for
And I thought about the war
And I thought about you
And I thought about the promises we made to one another
before they called out your number far too soon
May they all break out from where their captors keep them bound
May they all break out
May they all
I think I'll be a boxer in the suburbs
so I can still punch people in the face
Plant coral bells and aster in the garden
Spend all my free time staring into space
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