1. |
She Decided to Go
02:58
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The real estate broker broke the family apart,
well she didn't really do it, but she sure did her part
gotta find another rental, everybody’s going mental
“be a man get a job” she says, cuz tensions incremental.
Ohhhhhhhh, she decided to go, well she decided to go, well she decided to go.
A traditional woman, she just wants to play her part,
it’s all about the money, money tears two loves apart.
Business was slow, and you know how that goes,
make a long story short, she decided to go.
Ohhhhhhhh, well she decided to go, well she decided to go, well she decided to go.
She didn't mean to leave, when she was left behind,
but she couldn't take it when her brother died,
two kids a husband crying, tears from her eyes flowed,
can’t blame someone who lost their mind,
but in the end, she decided to go.
Ohhhhhhhh, well she decided to go, well she decided to go, well she decided to go.
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2. |
Amber
02:52
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Tragic to say the least, much like much love stories.
Yet still somehow unique.
Your not a freak.
Friend it’s not your fault
It’s not your burden, but you bare the pain.
Friend it’s not your fault
They needed someone to blame.
Don’t be ashamed.
Friend I know it feels sad,
but I’ll never know just how bad.
She’s gone, it will never be the same.
But like some people say,
All things must change.
and like a (flower) petal preserved in Amber.
Like a (flower) petal preserved in Amber.
I know you’ll love her forever.
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3. |
Cigarettes
02:42
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Everyone I meet likes.
(Cigarettes)
Walkin down the street, lights.
(Cigarettes)
Needles, bottles, pipes right?
(And cigarettes)
Can’t remember last night.
(Cigarettes)
Violence Violence
Sirens sirens
Violence violence
Sirens sirens
Everyone I meet likes.
(Cigarettes)
Walkin down the street, lights.
(Cigarettes)
Needles, bottles, pipes right?
(And cigarettes)
Can’t remember last night.
(Cigarettes)
Violence Violence
Sirens sirens
Violence violence
Sirens sirens
Broken glass, crooked smiles,
Bloodshot eyes, and stomach bile.
The party scene just ain’t for me
Although I stayed a little while.
I’m not judging, I assume
Insecurity is getting the best of you.
Because it gets the best of me.
But now I know numbs not free.
It was hard to get clean
desires strong I’m still a fiend.
Will is stronger, mind is clear,
I wont be controlled by fear!
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4. |
Winnebago
03:31
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I wanna win a winnebago
I wanna go down to barstow,
like its 1977, to feel the wind in my hair.
Kentucky fried chicken or Popeyes? (Popeyes).
A winnebago,
I wanna go down to LA on the highway 1,
to the coast, to the trees, to the desert again,
I wanna go down to Mexico!
I wanna go down to Cabo!
A winnebago,
I wanna win a winnebago
eat a bagel with cream cheese, tomato.
I wanna win a winnebago,
win a winnebago
I wanna win a winnebago
win a winnebago.
Bago, win a winnebago,
I wanna win a winnebago,
win a winnebago.
I wanna win a winnebago
I wanna go down to barstow
like its 1977, to feel the wind in my hair.
Kentucky fried chicken or Popeyes. (POPEYES!)
A winnebago,
I wanna win a winnebago,
eat a bagel with cream cheese, tomato.
I wanna win a winnebago,
win a winnebago.
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5. |
Kill For Trash
04:32
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I can’t see what’s in your eyes
Cuz they’re fixed on the screen.
Our demise and we decide
to bow to the machine.
I can’t understand, why we think
Life’s a game of chest so we work ourselves to death.
To fuel their fire, fight their wars,
for there desire
to want more and more.
Like life’s a game of chest
so they work us all to death.
And we wonder why
we worked all our lives
no matter how hard we tried
we never arrived.
They think profits are progress
why we kill one another.
Sacred life cemented over.
You greedy heartless mother fuckers!
I can’t understand, why we think
Life’s a game of chest
so we work ourselves to death.
To fuel their fire, fight their wars,
for there desire
to want more and more.
Like life’s a game of chest
so they work us all to death.
And we wonder why
we worked all our lives
no matter how hard we tried
we never arrived.
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6. |
Aspartame
04:02
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Ever heard of Aspartame?
Ever heard of Acid Rain?
Ever think you'd gone insane from listening to John McCain?
Diet Coke all up in my brain.
Diet Coke all up in my vein.
Ever think you'd gone insane from listening to John McCain?
Anxiety has made me sick!
This Ativan will do the trick!
I think every thing is fucked!
This Prozac will cheer you up!
Im concerned about my health!
You just care about yourself!
I feel sad, somethings funny!
I don’t care, just want your money!
Theres something under my skin.
I’m a fiend I’m an asshole
and I have sinned.
As if through someone else's eyes
I watch as I preform
what I despise.
Ever heard of Aspartame?
Ever heard of Acid Rain?
Ever think you'd gone insane from listening to John McCain?
Diet Coke all up in my brain.
Diet Coke all up in my vein.
Ever think you'd gone insane from listening to John McCain?
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7. |
The Robert Song
12:58
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Me and my friend Robert
I’ve known since I was four.
Used to turn chairs and blankets into forts.
Me and my friend Robert
Playing at the park.
Jumping off the swings
Falling in the Bark
Roberts now a homeless man
Roberts still my friend.
Roberts chilled with Ice again.
Robert still pretends.
Me and my friend Robert
used to pretend
that our fathers weren't angry and our mothers weren't on meth.
Oh my best friend Robert
He has left us all behind.
I mourn for his death
even though he's still alive.
Roberts now a homeless man
Roberts still my friend.
Roberts chilled with Ice again.
Robert still pretends.
Plastic Grass
Walk along the plastic grass
No need to mow my lawn.
Walk along the plastic grass
All the flowers are gone.
No more roots, no more roots
to hold me down
Just routine, just routine
Around and around.
I bought my joy,
But couldn't afford the time.
I worked all my life,
Just to lose my mind.
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