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| 1. |
| 3:03 | 
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Nothing comes over me
Nothing like inspiration Not even on the seaside No fantasies to ration The swell looks mighty slim And the water level's down The dirty sea adds to the junk I'm in Until the sun creeps up the sound And then I'm outright broken Disgusted and outspoken My drinks are watered down and sick Like my old man's tired convictions Nobody has a hold on me At dusk it gets mighty dim And the lights fire up the beach I don't feel much like a swim 'Cause I'm afraid of the dirty sea The swell looks mighty slim And the water level's, they're all down The dirty sea adds to the junk I'm in Until the sun creeps up the sound I wake myself hastily In time for the break of day The air smells sweet by the sea It stinks of my old memories I try to grab hold of things Or anything I can reach But I'm only swatting at air Staring blankly at the dirty sea (Koski/Dison) |
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| 2:18 |
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Cigarette Ashes
And tickets to free dinners A buck bottle of wine Under a minute of my time I'll give you all that I have, son It may be less than I have, son Don't cut the lines that border us, son Don't waste my time You're no son of mine I've got so many errands to run, son Fraternize with poker buddies and their cash, son I spent the better part of my life Singing you stupid lullabies And handcuffed tight behind my back Under your mother's watchful eye God rest her soul And God bless a wasted life (Koski) |
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| 3. |
| 2:30 |
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You're selfishness is horrid
And you're beauty is queen Puts the pain gut-wrenching And the grass a sickly green The troubles of youth Have got your hair in a mess And when you speak there's length in excess About your storm and stress Our love was never sacred Kept me figuring out what to do L-O-V-E, I hate you There's blood on the frosting When you cut the cake The meaning lies much deeper You're a big mistake Let me count the ways On the squirming centipede You'll never find what you're looking for With these insatiable needs Your passion is a pesticide The birds and bees are never in my trees You'll never find what you're looking for With these insatiable needs The trouble of youth Have got your hair in a mess When you speak There's a length in excess About your storm and stress (Bonnel) |
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| 4. |
| 2:57 | 
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| 5. |
| 1:14 |
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The Devil Dog
Has got you pinned to the ground You try so many ways And you look how that sounds You got me telling me the differences Between night and day I thank the Lord I wouldn't have it any other way If these things sound wrong to you well they should Jehovah's witness and the setting sun He gave me a leaflet I gave him my gun He fears for my life He's afraid of my son I got down on my knees And I kissed his polished tongues I heard I was a member of the I.C.F. I eat vermicelli But I'm Irish at best I shoot for the stars And I f**k the moon If the lighthouse gets in the way I'll curse it too (Bonnel) |
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| 2:10 |
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