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You're just a punk
You're just a punk You're just a punk, they say, And they don't know what you want You learn to fight to bark and bite Test all the limits of little Minsthat you despise Here it says That my time has come and gone Here it says My days are done Here it reads My precious epitaph It says I'm gone And cites my wrongs But I'm no Pariah No Pariah No Pariah No Pariah I've been abused I know they're amused I'm just a walking, balking catch phrase from old news I've reached the last Reached the last rung I've reached the last rung of the ladder, now I'm done |
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| 2:09 |
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Some sang their songs
like flying on uppers so sweet and smug that I lose my supper some mumble psalms of solace and virtue hang by their palms and choke on the cud they chew I'm glad we met So sad you left Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour Love songs are cheap and only get cheaper They prey on the meek Who only get Meeker Cliches sung by stars Looks so good on paper Each bar fed to you A communion wafer I'm glad we met(so glad) So sad you left Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour Don't even think of being average Cuz you're so much more to me than edequate I'm hanging on to every word you speak I'll burn the torch until you come to me I'm glad we met(so glad) So sad you left Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour The time we spent(so glad) Was heaven sent Opened my eyes and stole my hours glad we met 8x |
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| 3. |
| 1:49 |
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My bastard brother's hopeless vow
of leaving off to another town Has once again soaked deep into the cold and rotting ground He never shares his lovesick bed or listened to a word they said He hoards the beer and wine and bread Christ, I wish he were fucking dead Bury yourself in blame Drown yourself in flame Burn the bottle that beckons you to betroth yourself to shame give yourself a break Break the ones you hate Hate those that've fed off of you and your pathetic plate I've left it up to the gods above I don't believe in, ain't seen or heard from and nearly sick to death of this being neither ignorant nor in bliss with a family of parasites and feckless friends with shameless eyes all the endless miles caught up with me wearing the face of my own kind Bury yourself in blame Drown yourself in flame Burn the bottle that beckons you to betroth yourself to shame Yeah, jump that fuckin' train wed the goddamn stain live your life ina fuckin' cell be the martyr with no brain Step inside this room mind the open wounds cross yourself and carry on that claptrap may do you good |
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| 4. |
| 2:05 |
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The first time I met you
was up on the hill with tequilla on Tuesday and roses in well You gave me a kiss As strong as the winds That swirl through the lots of China basin I stood and I stared At the brass of St. Mary Where the beggers are more likely wishing then praying Heard the gamblers Rushing the gates of bay meadows or was it the beating Of hearts in the ghettos Give me your heart and take my ring, love Give me your heart And break this string, love I've plenty of room for improvement, you see and many a fool Fake this thing called love I stood and I stared at the cemetary stones Dead flowers, bottles, Bluegrass and bones Smelled the signs of the mourner the shit from the dogs the rains and the tears in the interment bogs So I strolled through the day until boredom was dawn with the gulls in the garbage singing along where the boats in the harbor have nothing to say about the fish and the shit that float in the bay If I see you again It will be up on the hill with tequilla on Tuesday and roaches to kill We'll be crying and drunk or laughing and stones For Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass and bones |
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| 5. |
| 2:24 |
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I took so many roads to find you
Full of dead ends and one way streets It took some luck just to get near you I like to believe it was destiny Come to me, mine I've so many things to show you Come to me, mine There's so much I have to tell you My heros have fallen, been abandoned I'd rather walk in my own shoes Most of my idols have just vanished Cleared Dusty shelves for something new Come to me, mine Follow the light that I left shining Come to me, mine Accept all that I am offering I took so many drugs to see you But ended up staring at my feet Took up with derelicts and toyed with manipulation and conceit My days are numbered, as are your, dear We're all aboard a stinking ship I'm making all I can of mine, love I'm giving all that I can give Come to me, mine I'm making all I can of mine, love Come to me, mine I'm giving all that I can give you, love |
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| 1:54 |
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Time has given me everything I need
Lust, pride, gluttony, and relief Tomorrow weighs down like Clouds hung in the sky But right now I'm feeling like A rotten present from this life of mine So what's there to laugh about? I saw a sign in a window A bold announcement of the facts They got me crying on my pillow The only way I can react I got along until the first night passed me and left me with a new arriving Nothing quite as new as before something missing, so I looked for more I catch a train to the next town's station A busy place with a big town's tension Reminding me of that place I'd left Back home where most of my young life I'd spent I moved like a shadow through a slew of streets Made like the victim in a crowd of thieves Just like it was back home Just like it was back home And my sentiment caught up with me, of course |
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| 2:12 |
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Metal guitars in every town
White rap and DJ's, hard and loud You slice through strange air The new icon in eden Clueless and arrogant A beast of no real burden All of your answers pose as questions As per the rules and regulations You're allowed to fuck the world And still get to fuck the girl So content with being average As all the kids finger your curls And now Your place in life Is to bow down Not to ask why Just shut your mouth give it to them and do or die Your future never was so bright 'Cause you never were the sharpest knife You've had the time of your life With more cash than you can carry And those sleeves not six months old Tell tall tales of your story Polluted air filled with your sound You're all big package and low brow Bridges, Barbed wire, and mirrored walls You've built yourself into it all You spend your precious time Perfecting every line Pratice your pretension Because they buy it every time |
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| 2:53 |
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My Accordion is shining
in the light of the moon from the sky And I sit here alone and drinking with the windows and doors open wide My hand got tired an hour ago and the words on each sheet turned blank white no, there's no room in the this house for your company, dear maybe tomorrow you can come inside The preacher's turned to dictation 'cause the lord has got letters to send There's nothing for me to believe in, either, I've just gone to trying to pretend And the rain is falling slowly like faltering drums outside and the weathermen are confused because they can never read the sky someday we may even be friends again and I hope just that thought is enough You're a weathered old prince and the state I'm in hopefully won't hurt our one night together that much Moon, shine, you're a lampshade For the drunken old bats and their evening Shine on, you'll forgive me For missing your last requiem I'm all alone this evening as I'm along almost every day and It's these sad-sack times that I miss them all but if they were here I'd wish them away If they'd send me a vase of flowers Or better yet those aborted hours Drunken hours of endless time left to die In everyone's memory but mine |
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| 2:35 |
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Let your eyes promise me lies
Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye And never even write to me a letter I won't worry about tearful endeavors There was no reason to return I was told Nobody waiting for me to come back home nothing is left but the promise of praise Nothing remains No phone calls late at night of pictures a constant reminder no burning of inpassioned pages or returning them to sender you send a letter to the only one you can't deny will never send you a reply you never bother to sit back and ask yourself why Blinded by your own dim light Tried but devout Tortured the cherished loved the unheralded Bought up their trash Brought to my knees by beggars and braggarts washed my laced sleeves after each miscarriage You fill your pen and spill the words onto each line your monogram in wax seals another pathetic cry You're so romantic So cautious and tranquilized is there anything behind your eyes |
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| 1:44 |
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You reached for heaven at seventeen
And caught the clap from some teenage queen Took some tablets, hit it again and that's all right Sometimes you took the stacked deck too far Some say you took it all way too hard The mediocrity in moderation was way too tight Did you ever stop to think of what was real? Did you compromise your time just to cop a feel? Sometimes you think that the time flew by Some twenty years ago come July You're getting older but not so wise And that's all right You go for words that you cannot reach Spew antiseptic allegories a walking diuretic of dictionary rhymes Don't you even know your dreams are not for real Don't you ever find it hard to forge what you feel Just quit your bitching and confess the time of your life just came and went you're gonna drown in shallowness in the empty sea of frat boys and dunces You reached for Heaven at seventeen and caught the clap from some teenage queen woke up from your suburban daydream opened your eyes |
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| 1:57 |
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The grapes are ripped straight off the vine before ripe
The fifths are drank the eighths smolder in the pipe Complaints to celebrate are fathomed and condomed Such a fucked up state not just wired drunk and stoned This must be for someone else Debauchery must be for someone else Someone else For someone else The drapes are drawn to be ignored to be polite They stand to leave and can't stand to leave your side The walls were painted white now stained a color bone The calls are weak and faint holler into the phone This call must be for someone else This privacy must be for someone else Someone else For someone else Then I step into the room With plans to stay accept the doom I'm not about to lose my cool I'm just the lout to play the fool Leaves fall from the trees tangle in the rakes Leaves call out to me, "what angle to you take?" Leaves are glistening, glorious in the morning dew Leaves are listening flooring us with storied truths This must be for someone else Leaves of fate must be for someone else Someone else For someone For someone else |
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| 2:47 |
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Here's one for the tamed
Runners-up and losers of the game The tried and true, the tragic and the shamed The broken hearted, sad eyed, and unnamed You've given everything You've even sold yourself Damned yourself to hell for selling out You've always had it better than most anybody else With the brain and talent of yourself If you wanted to you'd be the man Make your way to the light where you began Gave your best through friends even sent a note to her own hand She regretted how it had to end And how much she missed me being her man She'd kept her feelings hidden out of sight and I felt wronged but she thought it right For so long I'd let my feelings shine in open light Like a shrine for hearts like mine If you want me to say it again You're my way to light, where I begin If you want me to Do what they do |
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| 1:41 |
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I'm just a living abortion
Trying to live my life, trying to make some fun Walking down the street, people think I'm dead Gonna eat their brain with a piece of bread Elation Elation Elation I'm just a walking abortion Walking down the street, people think I'm dead Momma told me to beware of the man Who comes a knockin with a vacuum in his hand Elation Elation Elation I'm just looking for some action I'll be your dog you'll catch your death I'll get you in your bed I'm just a walking infection Stumbling around with a bullet in my head |
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| 1:44 |
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I'd rest on my laurels
let some keen wit and crying awful pity sustain me But my memories leak like a sieve And fuel this fire It's deep and heavy roar defies me Let's not talk in vain about the weather Let's take my tired soul off of it's tether Poor me Poor me I can't reach the ends of this But if I didn't It would be the end of me I need to feen infatuation Stoke the coals of curiosity and longing Let's not talk in vain about the weather Let's take my tired soul of it's tether I need the glory with lights aglow around me My halo shining brightly in tribute to myself No, I can't have pity on me So tell me another story And I'll accept gladly and thank you for the help Poor me, Poor me |
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| 1:22 |
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don't want to write
don't want to talk don't want to fight don't want to fuck don't want to clear my mind 'cause i'm a non-believer, babe i won't speak those lines i'm not innocent or naive words on long distance lines would ease your mind and clear my name from any crimes maybe a taste of beer and wine would by some time (or would i just forget my lines?) don't want to hate don't want to weep don't want to wait don't want to walk away don't want to give it up 'cause i'm not the quiting kind and i'm a cynic and a clod and i don't see the good in all your gods i won't open up at all today sing songs so happy and full of praise i've shut my mind, stowed it away i won't open up at all today |
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| 2:56 |
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i try to bless myself with boredom
but i still feel cursed and burdened every day is trying on me why, i can't say, why i can't just be there's always something missing still i can't find my place or will i keep on keepin' on the wheel like a lab-rat, sick and ill there's no tomorrow just endless sorrow give me an answer that i can borrow and give back to you some other day oh, if you would just show me the way i count the minutes, hours and days, dear the weeks out of months and into years, dear i've got so much left to give but for what do i really have to live effortless days that while away while i sit drinking in the shade all i want is to appreciate to get myself to that perfect place |
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| 1:57 |
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Everything lies between shadows and lies atleast that is my understanding and you can't leave behind those things that you hide they're all there for the taking, somethings you find in the back of your mind for safe keeping will catch you from behind if you keep it in hiding everyone lies beneath shadows and size atleast that's what they tought me everyone's eyes shaped truth with white lies they're sometimes so convincing a lesson of mine an old lesson in longing don't close your eyes or you'll miss what you're wanting.
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