1. |
Sleep In
03:27
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Sleep in, all the time
Even though it, feels wrong
And I know you're not alone, 'cause I've seen him there
With you, with you
Sleep in, all the time
Even though it, feels wrong
And I know you're not alone, 'cause I've seen him there
With you, with you
Sleep in, all the time
Even though it, feels wrong (feels wrong)
And I know you're not alone, 'cause I've seen him there
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2. |
Headed For A Cliff
03:27
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Can’t believe this ain’t over yet
Held up like a drunk marionette
Every night I go to bed
With my knees
Wobbling
The way you looked I could never forget
The words come out and sound like a threat
I can’t keep fighting like this
You can bet
We’re headed for a cliff
Been itching for a week
The finish line is in front of me
A blind and bloodied eye
Could see you’re right
I’m itching for a drink
Used to finish lines in front of me
And lie to everybody who would bite
Darling
We’re headed for a cliff
I’m grateful I admit
Toss and turn and you're breaking a sweat
Old friends visit you in your head
Like the ghost of those long dead
The regret
You’re drowning in it
Dead set on repaying your debts
The shame walks you around like a pet
With the balance you’ve upset
You can bet
You’re headed for a cliff
There’s something wrong with me
The heavy rain so punishing
I’ll never sleep another wink tonight
He taught you how to be
Don’t take fruit from a poison tree
I’m waiting on the door to show the light
Darling
We’re headed for a cliff
I’m grateful I admit
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3. |
Pulverizer
03:53
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Don't you get close tonight
In the city, we are living inside
Time it moves faster still
Due to problems
That are typical of humankind
We might wait for a long time they're saying
I can't wait for the right time baby
We might wait for a long time they're saying
I can't wait for the right time
(Right time)
Pulverizer, pulverizing your life
(Pulverizer)
Pulverizer, pulverizing your life
(Pulverizer)
Pulverizer, pulverizing your life
(Pulverizer)
Pulverizer, pulverizing your life
You can be customer
Walk on aisles, at the grocery store
American waste is God
If you're lonely
Find your way back inside of my heart
We might wait for a long time they're saying
I can't wait for the right time baby
We might wait for a long time they're saying
I can't wait for the right time
(Right time)
I can't wait for the right time
(Right time)
Pulverizer, pulverizing your life
(Pulverizer)
Pulverizer, pulverizing your life
(Pulverizer)
Pulverizer, pulverizing your life
(Pulverizer)
Pulverizer, pulverizing your life
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4. |
Running From My Grave
04:21
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Even though you were a friend of mine
I cannot see you if I want peace of mind
After years of trying, I’ve resigned
I cannot hide, the pain will always surprise you
Hold me now
This ship might be going down
Don’t leave now
We’ll fight 'til one of us drowns
I hear the whimpering attempts to climb
Out of old feelings are a waste of time
I sit back fighting off the urge to cry
Out on the highway watching stars collide
Hold me now
This ship might be going down
Don’t leave now
We’ll fight 'til one of us drowns
When I’m lonely, don’t know what to think
I’m been holed up, tryin’ to do my thing
Nothing personal, I’ve got nothing to say
I’ve been running, running from my grave
I'm not emotional, just pick off all my skin
Feels like I'm ruined, don't know where to begin
It's nothing personal, hope that you've been great
I've been running, running from my grave
Running from my grave
Beasts are swimming to the shore tonight
Let’s drink 'til the morning in case we survive
The sky’s erupting in a fire fight
As we sink through the holes of what our pride provides
Hold me now
This ship might be going down
Don’t leave now
We’ll fight 'til one of us drowns
When I’m lonely, don’t know what to think
I’m been holed up, tryin’ to do my thing
Nothing personal, I’ve got nothing to say
I’ve been running, running from my Grave
I'm not emotional, just pick off all my skin
Feels like I'm ruined, don't know where to begin
It's nothing personal, hope that you've been great
I've been running, running from my grave
Running from my grave
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5. |
Straightened Out
03:01
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You're nothing vital
Check your vitals
You wrap a blue and black flag on your throat
Swerving through other drivers in your big boy truck
You paid a lease to post, grinning like you're nothing to fuck with
High society proprietor of shit that doesn't matter to the world and it's inhabitants
Hints of laughter through the clatter of conspiracy half-wits
That feed the white American executive hit list
Well, the evil's in my heart
And you're gonna take the fall for it
Evil's in my heart and you're gonna take the fall for it
Well, the evil's in my heart
And you're gonna take the fall for it
Evil's in my heart and you're gonna take the fall for it
You're gonna get straightened out
You're gonna get straightened out
Cutting ribbon in your neighborhood
In your suit, your flesh is looking like a sorry excuse for a pig
Rolling in shit, like the way that you live
You're gonna go ahead and make me take a battering ram to your crib
Your fucking ignorant despicable disciples are complaining and campaigning
God forbid they hear about the other's pain
I'm not one to suggest but in light of an arrest
Stop and point your own gun to your god
Well, the evil's in my heart
And you're gonna take the fall for it
Evil's in my heart and you're gonna take the fall for it
You're gonna get straightened out
You're gonna get straightened out
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6. |
King Of The Idiots
04:17
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Fee-fo-fi
Four o'clock in the morning
She's the type to never let you off with a warning
Oh my, vision distorting
You know I smell the blood like coffee in the morning
There I go like an addict again
I can't help myself, when I crawl let me in
Feel the burns cover all of my skin
'Cause I walked right in to the pit
Fee-fo-fi
Four o'clock in the morning
Pawning off your morals and your fears, you affirm them
Oh my, thought you was adoring
But God's the type of prick to take a hike when you bore him
There you go feeling maniac again
And I understand but my patience is thin
Like a bruise that you sport on your shin
Or the sacred doors that get kicked in
Getting used to my head on the wall and I can't catch my fall
'Cause I'm the king of the idiots
Do whatever it takes to be great except fix what you break
Now you'll prepare to be alone again
King of the idiots
Fee-fo-fi
Four o'clock in the morning
The hour of the witches raining shit on your doorstep
Oh my, now worship the warden
The party only halted by violent coercion
There I go like an addict again
I can't help myself, when I crawl let me in
Feel the burns cover all of my skin
'Cause I walked right over and in to the pit
Getting used to my head on the wall and I can't catch my fall
'Cause I'm the king of the idiots
Do whatever it takes to be great except fix what you break
Now you'll prepare to be alone again
King of the idiots
Getting used to my head on the wall and I can't catch my fall
'Cause I'm the king of the idiots
King of the idiots
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7. |
Agita
02:44
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Another night of driving, I know you’re buzzed
You do it all the time but you don’t get caught
Sitting on your hands as the time goes by
Wasting your life, you don’t wanna try
Thought I could be someone to help you out of a rut
But you’re giving me agita
All those times I should have known that it was all for naught
I see you now and it’s clear you’ve given up
Rotting in your house that you’ll never leave
Drooling on your sleeve as you watch T.V.
I know you can’t be bothered with anything
Your welcomed decline
Creeping through your being
Thought I could be someone to help you out of a rut
But you’re giving me agita
All those times I should have known that it was all for naught
I see you now and it’s clear you’ve given up
Thought I’d be the person to get through the door you’ve shut
You’re giving me agita
Every time they speak your name, I wonder if you’re death has come
Stop giving me agita
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8. |
Lollygag
03:44
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Wait a minute, don't be angry
I didn't mean to lollygag
What's the hurry? I'm only thirty
Who knows how much time we have?
It's been four long years, you and me together
Staring at each other in the dark
We've both come this far, would it be a shame to lay beside another's heart?
I don't know what to do anymore when it comes to you
Should I get up and go?
Sneak around on the down low?
Out of all of my plans, never thought that I'd be your man
And if dreams come true, is it the same for nightmares too?
Wait a minute, don't slow your pace now
You never want to lollygag
The pain is certain, and predetermined
The joy we feel is a slight of hand
A wave of fear comes crashing over our heads
Trapping us together under rocks
Since we're both stuck here, would you lend me your ear?
'Til we finally depart
I don't know what to do anymore when it comes to you
Should I get up and go?
Creep around on the down low?
Out of all of my plans, never thought that I'd be your man
And if dreams come true, is it the same for nightmares too?
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9. |
Too Proud To Be Happy
02:38
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Maybe I'm too proud to be happy
I'm too scared
Lately, there's nobody around me
Who would care
Tired when I open my eyes
Tired even thinking of trying
Walk around in circles at night
Masturbate and drink 'til I die
Maybe I'm too sad and perverted
Life's not fair
One day, I'll move out and get married
Like a man
Tired when I open my eyes
Tired even thinking of trying
Walk around in circles at night
Masturbate and drink 'til I die
Maybe I'm too proud to be happy
Lately, there's nobody around me
Maybe I'm too proud to be happy
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10. |
Ode To Christiania
04:59
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We crowded at a table near Norwegian terminal
The xan I took kicked in then floating off to space I go
By the time that we landed I was only waking up
Then we rode in a taxi over to our little hut
We drank some shots and listened to "The Boys Are Back in Town"
Then we hopped a train over to see what was around
It took some getting used to, how they let you drink outside
We had to put our phones away the minute we arrived
Oh, I hope you're nice (I hope you're nice)
If we dance, then I'll spend more than I thought I might
Let it roll, it's fine
If it feels right
Let it roll, loose or tight
If it feels right, if you feel alive
Hold up your glass
Ode to Christiania
Hold up your glass
Ode to Christiania
The garden of Tivoli is as magic as they come
I felt just like a kid, how I was having so much fun
The memory is strong, I think back fondly all the time
I wonder where the clown who was performing plays tonight
Oh, I hope you're nice (I hope you're nice)
If we dance, then I'll spend more than I thought I might
Let it roll, it's fine
If it feels right
Let it roll, loose or tight
If it feels right, if you feel alive
Hold up your glass
Ode to Christiania
Hold up your glass
Ode to Christiania
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11. |
Morning Of The Supermoon
04:44
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The door to the apartment shuts
We walk down the stairs and over to the bar
The laughter between us is drowning out the cars
How'd I let myself get close to you?
Like the morning of the supermoon
I'm way too old for this embarrassing job
But it's never enough to work for what you want
Are we wasting are time?
Is it just the way things are?
You know the powder it goes right to your head
Sunglasses on, it's eight a.m. already
We climb back up the stairs, this time looking dead
You're still in your dress
How'd I let myself get close to you?
Like the morning of the supermoon
Sometimes it feels like drowning too
On the morning of the supermoon
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12. |
Irish Sports Pages
03:50
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It only dawned on me a few years down the road
Why an older man like you would choose to share those dirty words
The pews grew emptier the more they heard your voice
And looking back on this attack, I'm proud to say I left the church
It comes on like a wave of madness
We never will display our sadness
The trademark of the brave, and honestly
You'll end up on the page
The Irish way
I got the feeling what it might be like to go
When they chased me through the streets at ninety miles per hour or so
I could've sworn they planned to blast me through the car
I had to laugh at just how fast things escalated to this far
It comes on like a wave of madness
We never will display our sadness
The trademark of the brave, and honestly
You'll end up on the page
The Irish way
It comes on like a wave of madness
We never will display our sadness
The trademark of the brave, and honestly
You'll end up on the page
The Irish way
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