1. |
In July
02:34
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In July I’m gonna take a gun and kill myself
And you know you’;re not the only reason why
Come November, it makes sense
Then you hate yourself
Because you remember all the times that I cried
April brings the rain
The night you left,
I swear I felt my body begin to decay
All my pain, only makes me good
At doing all the things that I hate
I wish for colder days
I wish for colder days
I wish for colder nights
Snow ball fights,
Sneakin out to do things right
Not giving shits
Takin hits
Hittin a lick
Stealin a kiss from my princess
Quarter mile long distance
Tickets for the transit
Call my name and I’ll answer
You’re my tiny dancer
Supermodel hero
Motherfucking te quiero
In July I’m gonna take a gun and kill myself.
In July I’m gonna take a gun and kill myself.
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2. |
169
02:55
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I wish I didn’t care so much,
Then I could be something cool like a rapper and then
Maybe boys would notice me
But I just play guitar
And write folk songs
And think im the hot shit but that
Just aint reality
They say I drink too much
That I can’t keep my life out the crapper
And that I’ve been running on empty
They say I smoke too much
I smell like a hotel
Im looking quite cancerous
Well that’s okay with me
And it’s not cute
When you talk to other boys
Tell me why
Im still waiting at bus route 169
And it’s not up to me how you go and spend your nights
Just be alright
Do you promise?
So I can rest my mind
I wish I didn’t love so much
So I could fuck, and get my dick wet and not
Have to feel like such a tool
I wish it were easier for me to hurt
The people I care about
But that’s not really true
I wonder why I’ve been wasting my time with moonshine
And getting turned up everyday
That stupid song’s not even cool
Turn down for what if you don’t give a fuck
Im just getting my drink on
And playing the blues
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3. |
Built for Two
03:43
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Packin all our bags,
We're gonna rob New York City
They'll never know what hit em
But damn you're looking pretty
Fine to me
Moving all our shit
We're heading down the west coast
With the boy, I love the most
Tucked inside my arm
And I know this big bad world won't do us no harm,
And it won't be long,
Till we're playing our song,
On a ukulele built for
Two
I love you
And when this is over and through,
we'll go back to where we belong.
This life isn't fair,
But we never really seemed to care.
I've still got the scent of your hair,
And pictures of our matching tattoos
Waiting on the train,
To go to south Seattle
It's gonna be a battle,
When we have to tell our folks
And leaving's one thing,
That often comes with loving.
You find yourself running,
From the places you called home.
And I know this big bad world won't do us no harm,
And it won't be long,
Till we're playing our song,
On a ukulele built for
Two
I love you
And when this is over and through,
we'll go back to where we belong.
This life isn't fair,
But we never really seemed to care.
I've still got the scent of your hair,
And pictures of our matching tattoos
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4. |
Mary Jane
02:44
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Well my ex's live in Texas
I've got old flames up in Maine
But there's a girl who's back home waiting
And her name is Mary Jane
I'm susceptible to feelings
I'm neurotic in the brain
My hearts low down in sadness
But she takes that all away
I just wanna see Mary
I'm gonna Mary her some day
She makes me feel so carefree
And that's how I want to stay
Mary she's a good girl
I don't care what others say
She's the only gal who sticks around
When everyone's gone away
Saw her back at 15
I was shy when we first met
But then we talked and talked for hours
About something...I forget
I just wanna see Mary
I'm gonna Mary her some day
She makes me feel so carefree
And that's how I wanna stay
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5. |
Blasphemy
02:19
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Oh my mama was a tweaker,
My daddy was a drinker.
They left me on the very same day.
I was born in '95,
But I died in 69,
How the fuck am I still living here today?
Oh my daddy drove a limo,
Found himself a little bimbo.m
Tore apart my mama's speedy heart,
And now every time I see him,
I can't help but wanna beat him.
Cuz that's the prick that tore my life apart.
When I was 16 I started turning tricks for green,
Hustling on the streets out everyday.
Well you gotta sell your meat,
If you wanna pay to eat.
When your diet's made of nothing but cocaine.
Oh my mama was a tweaker,
My daddy was a drinker.
They left me on the very same day.
I was born in '69,
But I died in '95.
How the fuck am I still living here today?
I'm a lying narcissistic,
Piece of trash who doesn't give shit,
About what anybody else has got to say.
I'm a blasphemestic whore,
Watch me walking out the door,
Pessimistic should've been my middle name.
Well I finally fell in love,
Till he finally had enough.
Packed his shit and moved up north.
And I'm so washed up now it seems the river flows like blood in me,
But I never could get into water sports.
Oh my mama was a tweaker,
My daddy was a drinker.
They left me on the very same day.
I was born in '69,
But I died in '95,
How the fuck am I still doing this today?
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6. |
The Happy Song
02:25
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7. |
Dog Boy
04:12
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Picking dead flies
From off the window
She moves just like a crescendo
I don't know
What comes tomorrow
Just hold on
For as long as you can swallow
I am, I am
I am, I am
Nothing
She puts on red lipstick
Like she's gonna paint the town with it
It's really hard to miss it
When she plants someone a kiss
From those lips
God you want to taste it
But she's not up
For sale
I am, I am
I am, I am
Everyone
And I remember the time,
When I lost my mind
And everyday was a new surprise
And I remember the time,
When I lost my life
And every kiss was a new sunrise
I am dog boy.
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8. |
Metamorphosis
03:46
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Make love
To whatever beats you down
To whatever uses you up
To whatever burns you out
Make peace
With the people who cheat you
Lie, molest, and deceive you
And wear your crown
And yes you see me
By the corner
With my eyes fixed on the wall
Barely breathing
Spun out nutjob
Statistics show there'll be a fall
I am creeping
Through psychosis
Metamorphosis and all
Leave me bleached out
On the sidewalk
Up to nothing good at all
Make war
To whatever keeps you safe
To whatever dulls your brain
To whatever numbs your pain
Bring flame
To all the ones who spat in your face
Who ever tried to put you in place
Or keep you around
And yes you see me
By the corner
With my eyes fixed on the wall
Barely breathing
Spun out nutjob
Statistics show there'll be a fall
I am creeping
Through psychosis
Metamorphosis and all
Leave me bleached out
On the sidewalk
Up to nothing good at all
Nothing good at all
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9. |
California Cowboy
04:21
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I'm a California cowboy
I got cocaine up my nose
I jack off to fancy sports cars
And I wear designer clothes
I'm almost at my point of breaking down
But the void ain't got me yet
I walk hard
And I walk tall
Through my own mess
And mother Mary
She is calling
But I won't hear her,
I'll just turn my head.
California
You will kill me
But I'll hit rock bottom
Before I'm dead
Im a San Francisco love child,
And my future looks real grim.
The only virgin in my bedroom,
Is a pack of opened 'slims
Every bottle that I've empties out
Is in a box beneath my bed
I wash right out
All the thoughts
In my head
And mother Mary
She is calling
But her words of wisdom
Slip through my ears
California
I'm not drowning
But I'll keep on sinking
Till I disappear
And the void
Is getting stronger
And I don't know
What I will do
And like a shadow
It pulls me under
Roll the stone
Over my tomb
And let her call me
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10. |
Fancy
03:01
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Supplement
My insecurities
With designer things
And magazines
And I'll slip
From reality
Into the boiling point
That's inside of me
Cuz things
Aren't what they seem
It's only hollow dreams
But I'm still doing me cuz
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast line
And I'm never gonna take it slow
I'm so fancy
I can taste the gold
remember my name
When I go
When I go
He lines
Up another line
On the mirror now,
It's party time
So let
Yourself go wild
Just be someone else
For a little while
Tongue tied
Dear found of mine
I lost myself
In the slipping tides
Cuz I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm on my own now
And I'm never ever coming home
Like I'm so fancy
I can taste the gold
Remember my name when I go
When I go
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11. |
Masochistic Sonofabitch
03:53
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I am a lying scoundrel.
I am a dirty cheat.
God dry fucks me every night
Before I go to sleep
I don’t give a shit about my education,
All I wanna do is play rock n’ roll.
I sold everything to satan
But I already lost it all
So don’t you dare take one look at me
I already know what you’re gonna see
A good for nothing son of a bitch,
Well fuck yeah, that’s me.
We are the answer,
To every broken home
We are the outcome
From spending years alone
I tried to jump railroads,
But it was all in my head
I would spend more time living,
If I wasn’t better off dead.
I am a piece of shit,
For living off the man
And I am an anarchist,
Without a fucking plan.
They thought they could beat me down,
But here I still stand,
I’m tired of fucking living,
With a pistol in my hand.
So don’t you dare take one look at me,
I already know what you’re gonna see,
A good for nothing son of a bitch,
Well fuck yeah, that’s me.
We are the answer,
To every broken home
We are the outcome
From spending years alone
I tried to jump railroads
But it was all in my head
I would spend more time living,
If I wasn’t better off dead.
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12. |
Found
03:09
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There was one lonely man,
In this one lonely world
He met one lonely girl
He met one lonely girl
And they start feeling things
Which they aren't really sure
But it was better with her
It was better with her
So they cooked up a plan
To get out of this town
Sold off all of their things
That weren't tied to the ground
And she'd kiss his face
Without making a sound
And he knew he was found he was finally found
So now they're in this new life
With things they don't know
There were places to get
There were places to go
And he'd swear to himself
They would never dissolve
If something gave them shit
They'd just keep moving on
But the nights they grew dark
And the nights they grew cold
He could feel the empty space
Where his hands used to hold
Her
Now, she's nowhere to be found
So now I walk down these streets
In this one lonely world
To the lonely bus stop
Where I met lonely girl
And I trace on the ground
Where out feet they once stood
I'd do better if I could
I'd do better if I could
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13. |
San Francisco Eyes
03:57
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Old coffee cans
simple half tooth grin
summer beau
whiskey on our chins
paper crane
asymmetric heart
they float away
when the twilight starts.
Just passing through,
lovers run and hide
into the fields, or mountain sides.
They rest their crowns
on thimble beds
and dreams of days,
that they haven't spent.
Black magic heart,
San Francisco eyes.
In the bay,
I shed my lies.
The wind is sweet,
when she blows for me,
and in her pull,
I set it free.
Broken record mind,
our sweet lullaby.
Halfed cigarettes,
and watered smiles.
Just passing through,
two worlds collide.
But in the morning,
they divide.
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