1. |
Koba
02:01
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2. |
Slave Song
03:29
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What is there to see I’ve got nothing to be
A monkey fallen from the tree
I can’t keep from collapsing
Oh I don’t dare lie
What happened to modern man
Lifeless with cold dead hands
I’ve got brothers all through this land
I’d bet you money but I’d bet you’d win
Oh I don’t dare lie
Master and servant are bathing in caviar
I want to go run but I can’t get far so I’ll just resort to dancing
Oh I don’t dare lie
Unsheltered within our home squawking like an old black crow
Blood running through clean white snow
It’s a shit deal but I feel like laughing
Oh I don’t dare die
Oh I don’t dare die
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3. |
Funeral at a Wedding
02:50
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I’m reading to party
I’ve drank too much already
I embarrassed myself again
I entertain all my friends
My cigarette’s bending
My cigarette’s bending in thick air
Funeral at a wedding is the best part
Everyone’s having a good time
There’s something getting smoked over there
I’m feeling perverted
I think I made them feel awkward but I don’t care
I need it badly
I want it madly
Honey honey
I need it badly
Funeral at a wedding is the best part
My cigarette’s bending
My cigarette’s bending in thick air
My cigarette’s bending
Funeral at a wedding is the best part
Funeral at a wedding is the best part
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4. |
ThreatPack
04:46
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Should've came with a jetpack
Would've flown so you could see how it works
Could've taken all my extra time
To go ahead mold your face with mine
So go ahead and fill your head
So go ahead and fill your head
And you'll hold still
Your hands are shaking around
While you're throwing stones we've all hit the ground
And you think
That I'm the worst one
Why don't you step into that time machine
Another world
Another broken dream
Well face the fact you got no extra time
Your hearts reversed and your life is refined
So go ahead and fill your head
So go ahead and fill your head
There's a bright light shining in my eyes
You've got a blank stare aimed at my insides
And I swear it's not the first time
And it's too late
You're screaming out your throat
When you protest you're shaking all their bones
and it's time to make it all come down
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5. |
Foxes Over Bones
05:13
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Like a fan of dire straits you’ve got a band but not your mates
You’re on your own like a rolling stone
There’s the rusty buffalo shake your core down to your soul
A thunderous sound coming from the clouds
Find me somewhere on the prairie on my own stacking stones
Sometimes I get a little crazy fighting foxes over bones
The night brings a lot of scary bandits bloody head to toe
In my old age I am weary of fighting foxes over bones
If you’re going to walk on hallowed ground
Shine your shoes and don’t make a sound
You’re on the sight where the whole damn village died
There’s a face on a wanted sign
Cold shivers running down your spine
A lot of gold priced around your throat
Find me somewhere on the prairie on my own stacking stones
Sometimes I get a little crazy fighting foxes over bones
The night brings a lot of scary bandits bloody head to toe
In my old age I am weary of fighting foxes over bones
Like a rolling stone coming from clouds
Where the whole damn village died, priced around your throat
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6. |
Mudwolf
05:31
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Stars strewn so high
so up high
I question their truth
My brains out floating in the ocean
Way outside the safety lines
If we met in this arena
It’s hard to say if I’d have the patience to fight
I am just an old mudwolf howling my head off at a shining moon
When the sun will set on this illusion of life
I’ll say at least I have tried
To navigate this dark forest I’ve been lost in
With no vantage point in sight
At night I begin to wonder if this whole world is an invention of mine
I’m just an old mudwolf
I break the sky like thunder and hold my head high
Paws dug deep within the earth
Shivering backwards
Dumb although at least not confused
I am just an old mudwolf howling my head off at a shining moon
I’m just an old mudwolf the forest trembles when I release my cry
I am just an old mudwolf howling my head off and waiting to die
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7. |
Work it Out
05:25
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It’s almost eleven and you’re still on my mind
It’s too late to call you and get you on the line
I’m still waiting here trying to get sane
Girl you make me crazy but I know I’m the one to blame
Can we work it out
To save my soul because missing your love is breaking my bones
I need the touch of your silky skin because holding it back is the worst kind of sin
Can we work it out
Ashes to ashes are all I can really see
My body’s burning and you’re the only type of relief
And I’m still waiting here trying to get sane
Girl you make me crazy but I know I’m the one to blame
Can we work it out
To save my soul from missing your love is breaking my bones
I need the touch of your silky skin because holding it back is the worst kind of sin
Can we work it out
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8. |
Jack the Ripper
03:49
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I write my name in soap
We do the dishes and we clean the home
My brittle hands have hope
I keep my anger under control
In the evening I come undone
Seek a companion to love me some
It’s just a state of mind
Keep my temperance and bide my time
Sit next to you in the bar stool line
Bum me a cigarette and a light
Unsuspecting to say the least
Wipe the blood then wash the sheets
It’s a girl it’s a guy
Another person who can not cry
Another victim though I lost count
Maybe next time I’ll write it down
I’m your neighbor Im your friend
I’m your father I’m at your end
In the morning I feel anew
Jack the Ripper’s got his eyes on you
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9. |
Run
05:00
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I got no time for alibis
I got no time for long goodbyes
Cause I’m an ordinary man oh I try
I’m a pleasant man oh I try
I’m an honest man oh I try
I’m a family man oh I try
Run I run I run and hide
I got no time for alibis
I got no time for long goodbyes
Cause I’m a stealing man oh I try
I am a lying man oh I try
I’m a cheating man oh I try
And I am a killing man oh I try
Run I run I run and hide
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10. |
Walton
04:58
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I've been out working late
cutting trees in the woods
I head home down the trail
There's something strange in the sky above the field
What would I know
It's what my eyes are for
Although I see I just don't believe
What would I know
Highly skeptical
Although I see I just don't believe
There's a humming in the air
and I'm too dumb to speak
The lights begin to take shape
They dance around with extraordinary speed
What would I know
It's what my eyes are for
Although I see I just don't believe
What would I know
Highly skeptical
Although I see I just don't believe
What would I know
What were you told
Although I see I just don't believe
How would I know extraterrestrial
or something from far far far far away
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11. |
Wheelburner
02:02
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I pocket knives and coins alike
the youngest jingles loudest
Space rockets, kites, bullets, and bikes
Call me King Kong cause I'm on it
Please give me need
I need it now
Please give me please
and some kind of wild
Needle the thread
and step on that wheel
I go to church for the diamond plate steal
Throw in the towel and cash in your chips
The holy ghost is making me rich, rich, rich
(Thorn bushes, pitch forks, and rail road spikes)
Light 'em if you got 'em.
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12. |
Ah Ha Zodiac
04:42
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One what is one won is the word when the game is done
Two what is two too is how much I love you
Three what is three the most treacherous group you’ll ever meet
Four what is it for four is for the floor begging me for more
Aha Zodiac
Five what is five five is for the drugs keeping me alive
Six what is six six six six you sick son of a bitch
Seven what is seven well the diamond dogs ain’t allowed in heaven
Eight what is eight ate is what you did on your dinner date
Aha Zodiac
Nine what is nine nine is German for no
Ten what is ten ten keeps your friends from the lion’s den
Eleven oh ho eleven you got two sticks now make a rhythm
Twelve what is twelve twelve cleans your problems off the shelf
Aha Zodiac
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