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Endless Plains
02:45
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With the old ghost of steel,
money clips, rising ships..
Did you hear the 3 colors,
sing I'm ready, for more
Strip the soil,
the Serengeti
For what they've stole,
I'm armed and I'm ready
Diggin' holes in her heart,
as she lies good and still..
Where are the Lions teeth when you need them
to rip their throats out, at the land fill
Strip the soil,
the Serengeti
For what they've stole,
I'm armed and I'm ready
stay like a knife in the open
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2. |
There's this Kid
02:30
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Stay alive,
The dead can't carry you home
There's this kid, he's tired
Yet he gathers up their bones
He's trying to out live the days of Rome
Stay alive,
The dead can't carry the stone
There's this kid, she's tired
Slits her wrist and storms the throne
She ain't leaving until shes home
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My friend there's a place where markets are free to roam
Where children starve and mothers die alone
Oh and the men rise up on their fresh cut bone
I hope one day they'll take back their home,
god given home.......
My friend there's a place where markets are free to roam
Where children starve and mothers die alone
Oh and the men rise up on their fresh cut bone
I hope one day we'll take back our home,
god given home.......
Pull out your card when I'm comin'
Put away your card when I'm gone
There's something about fear that comes rushing
There's something my dear old country holds in her cold arms
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4. |
Come Election Day
03:23
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If the servants are thankful i don't want to go
If the winds rustlin' flags i don't want you to go
For down at the school yard they're raising little ghosts
A subdued young army just waiting for a foe,
to appear on the screen
For millions of years, now decades to go
Feelin' broken down but i don't sweat it
I know deep shes skin and bones
Feelin' broken,
down and hungry
Scraps from their coat tails,
don't hold your breath
don't
hold your breath
don't
hold your breath
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5. |
Piss in the Ocean
02:59
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The birds are chirping oh so loud,
Just like they did the other day
Although you may not
know my name, or my age
We sing so softly all night long,
Just waiting for her to come back home
Spit in your eye, punch you in the gut
We're just piss in the ocean
And I know you're tired of feeling broke,
Turning the hours into smoke
Does that mean,
We can not sing,
our praise for the ocean
The birds are chirping oh so loud,
Just like they did the other day
Although you may not
know my name, or my age
We sing so softly all night long,
Just waiting for her to come back home
Spit in your eye, punch you in the gut
We're just piss in the ocean I swear
If I feel like fire as it opens,
On a stage, peddlin' potion
Does that mean
We can not see,
Our own thoughts before us
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Straight Line
02:32
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Just tie them up in circles,
We'll get the straight line when the barrel tips and the fish fall out
Right now i'm concerned with pork,
and how i stand here, how the Fuck am I gonna come out?
It's becoming awfully clear,
that i'm feelin' awful for just sitting here
Time don't clean no kitchen sink
Hope it don't follow me when i go
When i'm feelin' that ol' busted up
Time don't give me a home
Time don't give me a home
Please time, don't give me a home
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We should all turn around,
when there's knuckles scrapping ground
A slow bend,
in the Line
Don't hold your head, under water for too long
Just to clean,
sleep from the eye
It's not over....
We should all turn around,
when there's boots on the ground
Sent by God,
and the market
Don't turn your back,
on the king and his army
of wolves,
just to sleep
It's not over
No, it's not over 'til I say
Slow around, shiney buildings
and the vacuum of where we might
Go, and sleep
Waking up where you hit
is never as safe as it seems
We should all turn around,
when there's knuckles scrapping ground
A slow bend,
in the Line
Don't hold your head, under water for too long
Just to clean,
sleep from the eye
It's not over....
Slow around, shiny buildings,
and the vacuum of where we might
Go, fall asleep
Waking up where you hit
is never as safe as..
Flowing,
underneath settlers feet
is the lie that we all were,
born to die
And our deaths are worth more,
then our lives before they begin
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You're Not Alone
02:53
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you're not alone
in thinking it's all
gone to shit
they'll hang you from your wrist
with string from the circle
string from the sun
Christ you ain't all knowing,
if I'm feeling rough
why am i feeling rough
is it time for killing..
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Fast Running Shoes
02:53
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you gotta have,
fast running shoes
and a couple of jokes
you feed them enough money
and they'll double up on rope
It's just a race into the ground
but I wanna be there first
enough to toe that ol' line
enough to drive that old hearse
But do I have something for you kid,
no matter what you did,
she won't remember
I'm putting away my gun,
but come September....
But do I have something for you
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Hang Nail
02:10
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I'm starting to get how the old game is played, took a peak under the hood,
saw a bunch of old straw men there shaking
With flames rolling out of their minds and guts, wearing gas cans for shoes,
through the screams and laughter I heard them singing,ah
don't stop
Just one more round, my brothers to sweat, into my cup
No need to feel so lonely, it's just time and space
No need to feel so lonely we're just carving meat
I'm starting to get how the old war is waged, took a peak through the hood,
Saw a bunch of old white men there shaking
With flames rolling out of their minds and guts, wearing gas cans for shoes,
through the screams and laughter I heard them singing,
don't stop
Just one more time is all I need, my mother to bleed
No need to feel so lonely, it's just time and space
No need to feel so lonely we're just carving meat
They're turning chemical suits into raincoats,
They're turning guns into knives..
Like Emily said they ain't got your back tonight
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11. |
This Winter
03:02
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When all my friends die this winter
gonna try not to pray for ghosts
see there's a reason why this winter,
will likely follow it's own,
heart til it's grown...
sometimes it's nice to sit and drink alone
we'll be raptured, adored, by our savior as long as she don't get bored
we'll be captured, adored, by our enemy as long as he don't get bored
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