1. |
Train
02:03
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2. |
Gravedigger
03:27
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You put the flame out
With one hand
You held the fire in your palm
Tight and close
You took the train out
To the next town
I still haven't seen you since
That day on the road
So sing me low gravedigger
I am a shadow on a wondering fence
Play me sweet till tomorrow
You are a cannon
At my towers defense
You walk a straight line
When you get there
I'm always dancing around
The things I don't know
You kept it in plain sight
No reaction
I've done that a couple of times
With the scars of my own
So sing me low gravedigger
I am a free form bound by gravity
Play me sweet till tomorrow
I am the outcome
Of what you left in me
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3. |
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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4. |
Spit a Little Rhythm
02:50
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5. |
Oh, You
03:57
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You hit the nail right on the head
You hit the nail right on the head
I was coming home at midday
Much to my surprise
I found my baby in another lovers thighs
I said,
"Ri, what you gonna do about that?"
Well I grabbed my .45
And I blew that bastard back
They say I'm a sad man
They say I'm a bad man
They see a no good dirty scoundrel
Tryin to hitch another plan
I say you want me
can't help that you like me
well first they'll gun you down for money
then they'll kiss you on the cheek
sayin'
You
Oh, you
You hit the nail right on the head
You hit the nail right on the head
I've taken to drinking
And bullshittin rhymes
Blowin out smoke rings while you're working overtime
I said,
"Life, your gonna do me just fine."
I ain't worried bout nothing
Just as long as I get mine
I'm a fad, man
Just a worn out has been
I wasnt even there that long
Before they kicked me out again
I say
You hit the nail right on the head
You hit the nail right on the head
If I get to God I'll greet him
But least in hell I won't be freezin'
If they can't find a reason to let me in
You
Oh, you
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6. |
Bad Blood
04:24
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We go
Quite slowly
One foot after the other
Don't disappear.
You're here
And I'm here
So hold me
I don't break down this easily
It's just that time of year
And did you catch me smile as I walked away?
I already wrote you a song, you just haven't heard me play
When I wake up I'm laughing
Turning my cheek to the days when I mourned
Something different is happening
Rake me in like it's nothing at all
It's dark in your room
And I breathe
Shallow as a daydream
Slipped in my brain
I know there's no point in stopping
And to be honest I don't want to
To be honest I'm okay
In fact I'm feeling better than I have in days
Bad blood was in my vines but you washed it all away
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7. |
Dog Boy
04:12
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8. |
Selfish, Needing Heart
04:18
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I thought I was past this
But here I come slinking back again
I thought I'd forgotten
And lost all former endearment
But things only get harder
When you hold a little tighter
I've got no sympathy for the devil,
Cause he's
I am falling face first
Downwards,
bleeding.
Walking backward,
Just receding.
Strike me down,
I need a beating.
To drown out my selfish needing
Heart.
That's a good place to start.
She puts on red lipstick
Like she gonna paint the town with it
It's pretty hard to miss it
When she plants someone a kiss
Turning water in to wine now
Seems you somehow seemed to find out
Artificial is the closest it can be
I am falling face first
Downwards,
bleeding.
Walking backward,
Just receding.
Strike me down,
I need a beating.
To drown out my selfish needing
Heart.
That's a good place to start
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9. |
The Diller Grand
04:25
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Sorry
if I'm a little bit untactful
I've been running on empty
Something I haven't felt in a while
Is happening when you're next to me
50 laps around the waterfront
We swam
We walked
We ran
We stopped
You shook
I cried
We both took one last look
At what was left inside
The Diller Grand
Like an outstretched hand of mine
Sorry
If it looks like I'm all better
Bruising ain't always clear to see
I can't help but start to ramble
Every time you speak to me
30 weeks
Into the wilderness
We laughed
We loved
We gave
Enough
Things change
And god knows I tried
We learned
How to say our goodbyes
The diller grand like an outstretched hand of mine
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10. |
All I've Done Before
03:02
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Riley Thomas New York
Authority is a construct. Don't choke on the submission spoon.
BLACK
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