1. |
Winnabego
03:05
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Do you understand me?
She's a failure
And a lunatic
A real lunatic
He was a nice boy with nothing behind his eyes
For where they found me
Oh confound me
Nobody saved them
Nobody saved them
This dread I feel
I wish someone had
Nobody saved them
Nobody saved them
They're in the water now
Pale
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2. |
Cliff Ticket
02:36
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Oh the smell of prison
Is sour
Rats in our pillows
Gunshots from the tower
As I look out my window
Between labored breath
Some big Turk reminds me
To leave would be my death
I'm known to people around here
Known for what I done
When I first arrived
I was shown my bed
I thought id won
Inside these halls
There's only one
One old hearts murmured beating
One freezing frightened captain
His severed limbs lay bleeding
And when that big deal happens
If I should fall
Don't catch me
I recall
The big Turk
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3. |
Sick Bay
04:37
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At all
For lack of fortune
It'll roll right in
But the wait is torture
The bones in my face
Are tattered and contorted
The bones in my face
Take it as it stands
Right before you
Take its calloused hand
Heed the warning
Someday soon you will
Someday soon you will
Fall down at my feet
Fall down at my feet
I will eat my fill
I will eat my fill
Every time we meet
Time we meet
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4. |
Pity Kick
03:03
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Ill take it
Ill take it
Ill take it with me when I go
My little stomping ground
Is a couple clicks long
And there's trees over there
And a grassy hillside
Where my father
And my dear old mother died
I don't wanna be here
But I paid good money for this
And its all worn away
Worn away
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5. |
Ipecac
04:38
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He bought a bottle
Bet he wont even make it home before he blows
A pail, a pile
A trail of bile leads to his door
Bile and ipecac
He'd grown up hit
He turned his wife into a house and sits alone in it
Now curled up on the floor
He throws it up just to drink more ipecac
Then comes that knocking sound
She opens wide and lets them in
In search of solid ground
Trading in ipecac
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6. |
If I had my shotgun
02:17
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If I had my shotgun
I’da put it to his head
He's a lucky little bastard
That its still beneath my bed
If I had my way
Id be long gone by now
But to leave I cant conceive
So I guess ill stick around
After all he's done
After all he's done
After all he's done
Its cold and tired
Good to be home
Its cold and tired
What is it
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7. |
Skink
02:47
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Here's a new one
My crooked shadow on the curb
Sliced neck
Strikes a nerve
This is the second dead body they've found this week
A crusted puddle beyond salvage
In writhing swimming sleep
He lays disadvantaged
It was here
Right here
Everything wholly
And in that darkness lurks a smile
A crazed fanged beam
The not so quick witted juvenile
Can hardly think let alone scream
Some things are hard to get behind
Until something sinister seeps into play
I sure wish I could have been there
To get in the way
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8. |
To make matters worse
03:17
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Filthy and a sideways glance
Bony hand strikes home
Gallbladder green she makes a scene
Fighting all alone
To make matters worse
There's a ghost
No one changes they never will
Expert pledges to fire at will
Nothing left here just wind and rain
Information can leave a stain
To make matters worse
There's a ghost
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9. |
Glue Trap
03:12
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I don't know dust
But id settle for less if I could
Don't call the law
The sheriff he aint no good
Try somewhere else
You've been out here too long
Someone else
Is coming on too strong
Ones still running
Ones on the ground
He kept all of his money
In a boot that he found
Try somewhere else
You've been out here too long
Someone else
Is coming on too strong
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