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Pockets and Holes
02:55
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beauty lies
beneath our rug
I can't keep track of flirtatious thoughts (that come and have a go with me)
don't shake me with your factory
bag of bones
no, but you don't know
you bag of bones
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2. |
Men and Their Horses
05:43
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we've put on our smiles with a wrench, we're toothless
and the lord of war's a kid in his socks, we've proved this
chiming in, we laugh while we spit, we're bullets
we've all got shoulders below our heads and blew it
well it's men and their horses
men and their horses
men and their horses
men and their horses
we've put on our smiles with a wrench, we're toothless
and the lord of war's a kid in his socks, we've proved this
and we're chiming in, we laugh while we spit, we're bullets
we've all got shoulders below our heads and blew it
yes help, help, help
I can't, can't hah
help, help, help
I can't, can't hah
the barber's tongue entangles a mouse, I'm squeamish
lying in this hotel alone, I'm dreaming
racing for a stereotype, a skeptic
I'm pulling for the man and the child, who need it
and it's men and their horses
men and their horses
they keep coming round with their horses
aww, it's all them men and their horses
help, help, help
I can't, can't hah
help, help, help
I can now
well my foot is shoved six feet down my mouth, i feel sick
and there's paths of glory paved by the men and their horses
I'm gonna call out the dick from the friend
cause we've all got shoulders bellow our heads and we still blew it
It's men. All them men and their horses
we've put on our smiles with a wrench, we're toothless
the lord of war's a kid in his socks, we've proved this
chiming in, we laugh while we spit we're bullets
the barber's tongue entangles a mouse
well it's men and their horses
they keep on coming in with their horses
paths of glory paved by them
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3. |
Doin' Like a Candidate
02:34
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fish nets, bull whips and lush crimson lips mean
I'm no longer at home
jump through hoops like a candidate and hope
that you yourself'll change your ways for your sake
yeah whew
la, la, la, la
scratchy jackets, Indonesian,
busy hands mean bloody fingers
like
shirts from places I've never been to and
distant lovers well don't get closer to me please
yeah
la, la, la, la
dah ta dah
la, la, la, la
and it all seems so cruel
and it all seems so cruel
it all seems so cruel
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4. |
You Too Shall Fall
05:04
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I am what you could never be
and I've seen all that should not be seen
some call me the great divide
I feel no pain, in man I can't confide
I am the turning point you'll soon desire
I know no fear, I know no raging fire
you gave me life and in your mind i shall live
same story goes for every man at my feet
I am nothing more
I am nothing less
you ask for mercy from whom you despise
and you forget I've got intentions only based on lies
I shackle every feeling you've ever felt
and I'm gonna bring you to your knees and cast my spell
I am nothing more
I am nothing less
the line ends here and nothing gets past me
the line ends here and nothing's gonna escape my reach
I've seen it all
and there was you
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5. |
Smaller at the Nose
03:12
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(I was caught with my head buried in the sand and can only hope that it wont happen again. I have tied my fridays hands, but everything reminds me of you.)
before I left for good a cloudless sky cooled itself down with a rain that should of made me smile but instead my cheeks ran red rosed
hush, hush, I'm trying to forget.
soldiers take your mark and then complain that the barrels of your guns seem to get smaller at the nose and oh what a war this would be, it'd be quite the handy fight for he with hands.
through the doors and in the light, people began flowing in remotely like disgruntled sheep at their best which wasn't good at all, no not for these doughty eyes of mine.
we've never gained and yet we've won.
no we've never gained and yet we've won.
I've never gained
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6. |
Clinic
08:46
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we were flying, rising higher towards the snow peaks up above
but we slipped on our ideas to come down so thats exactly what we did
ten men leapt off of a building, they were reaching for the stars
who'd a think they'd take my advice so literally, well i guess I'll give no more
but you don't care
we reached for what we couldn't have, a good life and a bath
but a drought snuck up behind us
and we missed out on our chance to live
we've built our share of buildings
and we've destroyed our share of land
we've seen our share of fallen men
yet we still can't conquer death
there's selfish reconstruction
on the brand new Taj Mahal
the old one was burned to the ground
by the guy who builds it now
but you don't care
cause you don't know
she compares herself the new aged doll
her peppered lips split to a good man's eye
and i cannot help but claim this revolution
i turn my head to the clapping chimp
and it's all gone
clapping chimp
clapping chimp
she compares herself to the new aged doll
her peppered lips split to a good man's eye
and i cannot help but claim this revolution
clapping chimp, i turn my head to the clapping chimp
and it's all gone
and it's all gone
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7. |
Share A Leg
03:11
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well the earth mounts the table men
well and they share a leg
and it's girth is demeaning
yet they both share a leg
and theirs tight rope men walking
and they're afraid of the weight
well theirs giant hooves stomping
and their also afraid of the weight
and they say hope is defiant
yet chivalries dead
how does this become
don't you know and don't you care
limit his creations
deform the feared few
who stomp on the cities
you built with your dick and your loveliness
don't you care
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8. |
Paperhead
03:00
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oh few it was the paper shredder I fell through
you wrote me off and you drove home
my heads ripped cause the nose would pick up on something
it's too late cause the bag was held in the wrong hand
oh few it was the paper shredder I fell through
you wrote me off yeah you wrote me off and you drove home
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we sectioned through the blaine and used
we'll come in droves and we'll leave with few
we'll they promised god and the triggers born
I shot the sun but who shot the child
well the bone has it's man
we landed quick and optimized
with skillful hands, with our bellies bald and ripe
but she don't really mind
I'm weirded out as I contemplate
the year they came, the year they ate
well it's our lives
yes it's our lives
but she don't really mind
we don't really follow through
but she don't really mind
she don't really follow through
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10. |
Click to Exit
04:55
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sing song talkies beat my head in
half ass dreamers, get the job done
HAHA
killed my sister, still a peace keeper
hair dyed future, bruised and beat in
-kill that goat
no one likes a boring story
so kill that goat and fuck it for me
fuck it for me
HAHA
end of slide show, click to exit
HAHA
yeah it's you
beat my head in half ass dreamer, get the job done
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11. |
Big White
04:55
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well I've seen him on his big white horse
hooves lifting off the fields
and behind him rides his seven year war
and I'm found in my room again
I'm in my room-a-rooh
they ride with their eyes a sold
big white, great white eye
don't go through for I am the son of man
while i'm seen in my room-a-rooh
I'm in my room-a-rooh
well I've seen him on his big white horse
he got hooves lifting off the fields
well and behind him rides his seven year war
and I'm afraid I'm found in my room-a-rooh
I'm in my room again
I'm a soul
my eyes are sold to you
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12. |
Everything is Fine
07:48
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fresh off the line, these plastic walls, my plastic blinds,
we reek of new design, we're boxed and refined
have to speculate our fastened fears will grow to hate
all that we've become and the oven's gas smells sweet
i've lost all respect for politics, they're running scared,
got nowhere to hide and they prostitute their smiles
but everything is fine
yes everything is fine
lord give us crime for otherwise how will we
separate ourselves and everything is fine
torn between the truth, the truth in me, the truth in you
we're birds in a plane and what happens after dawn
yes everything is fine
yes everything is fine
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13. |
They Come
08:51
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breaking through my skull
they come
i've seen every thought, every happy thought
they come
twisting judgments head
they come
i've seen every thought, every damning thought
they come
I will watch the walls
I've seen all there is, all the everything, nothing's everything
they come
twisting judgments head,
they come
breaking through my skull
they come
twisting every thought, every single thought, every happy thought
they come
I will watch these walls
break, and she had, and she says it's all misplaced
break, and she had and she says that it's all misplaced
had it, quit, huh?
god made the good
god made the mad
god made the mad
god made and god made
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