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Hated Ones
03:08
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My sounds are somewhat somber, laundered out.
I try to talk in tune but don’t know how.
My head hangs lower than your favorite pal.
Not tended like your lawn but chaparral.
They cut me deep, I hold the anger down.
I’d rather tread until my anger drowns.
And when they push and pull me from my seat,
I wonder which ones are the chaff and wheat.
He died, before my very eyes and, dead, buried the hated ones and took their beds
This heart hung up against the basement wall, I still remember it all.
They cut me deep, I hold the anger down.
I’d rather tread until my anger drowns.
And when they push and pull me from my seat,
I wonder which ones are the chaff and wheat.
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2. |
Mr Fists
03:23
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Tough luck.
Yeah, you’re down this time,
And you go your own way.
You keep walking the street corners looking for that washed up shop.
And the raven eyes you down like prey.
Good luck, kid.
Old Cherry will have something to say.
If you don’t run,
You’ll wish you did.
But you got friends in low places,
Short laces and grubby knots.
Oh what a lot.
So I’ll tear your empire down
And build it up.
I’ll tear your whole empire down
And build it up from the ground.
Poor kid, he’ll never make it here.
We don’t do this dainty sort of ragblotch smack.
This place is for liars and thieves—
Not a choir house—
Potted filth and wack and tacks.
Come and find my fists
With your face.
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3. |
Social Distance
02:16
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Sheol soul,
All alone
In your boat,
Bottom dweller.
You feel the walls
Of water falls
And don’t remember
All your faults.
Throne is dust,
Throat gone cold,
Whisper nothing
To the rods,
To the rods,
To your gods.
Sheol soul,
Why so low?
Mold some clay.
Take the bait.
The sun’s like fury.
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4. |
91 Run
03:10
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Walls closing real fast
And I’m trying to catch up with future prospects but they’re past.
In my mind, in the dark,
And the lights don’t seem to work,
And I lay there for the rest of the night,
Somewhere in life.
Reaching for an open hand,
But instead I keep on catching some hands.
Can’t take a hint.
It’s bad enough I’m broke, but now I’m breaking down under their groove—
5000 leagues under, no booze, and I’m trying to stay true.
When I’m dreaming,
I fall quickly to your clutch.
Then I see you,
I lean so low it’s like a crutch.
Just trying not to get crushed.
It’s all a rush
of blood.
O b you’re making me blush.
Now I listen to some songs,
And my mind transfers to places where my friends all get along.
But here I am alone in this room thinking of you,
And I really hope that you get home soon.
Run!
They run this world,
Shun us out and leave,
Take our money. Mean!
(Take our dreams)
I outstretch my reach.
I’m reaching far,
But I won’t get too far.
(When I see you)
My world unfurls,
(Then I’m dreaming)
Left in ruin with my girl.
Bring it back
To a better perspective
I missed out my elective
This semester
But maybe next time I’ll select it
I’ll be selective
And maybe one day I’ll be respected enough to be corrected
And use some leverage
And find directive for my life
Life life
You wanna talk nice
But turn around and stab me in the back with a knife
And stir me up in your teriyaki fried rice
I’m running out of metaphors it has to suffice
And what’s with the guys who drink bourbon on ice?
I don’t really get it but whatever my guy
With your watered down drinks and your washed up lies
Integrity here is like a cardinal vice
Walls closing real fast
And I’m trying to catch up with future prospects but they’re past.
In my mind, in the dark,
And the lights don’t seem to work,
And I lay there for the rest of the night,
Somewhere in life.
Reaching for an open hand,
But instead I keep on catching some hands.
Can’t take a hint.
It’s bad enough I’m broke, but now I’m breaking down under their groove—
5000 leagues under, no booze, and I’m trying to stay true.
Run!
They run this world,
Shun us out and leave,
Take our money. Mean!
(Take our dreams)
I outstretch my reach.
I’m reaching far,
But I won’t get too far.
(When I see you)
My world unfurls,
(Then I’m dreaming)
Left in ruin with my girl.
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5. |
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My dog Jibun said I have a nice complexion—
He was just staring at himself in his bowl.
When the guests come, he hides in the guestroom office.
He doesn’t want the attention, he wants food.
My dog Jibun is quite the comedian, and he doesn’t laugh at his jokes, he just cries.
One day Jibun was running to kill the mailman, but he fell down the front stairs and died.
I don’t own a dog.
Who are you?
Yuh,
Yuh,
Yuh.
Crippling depression.
Put me in a bank.
Put me in a pink suit,
Call me filthy frank.
Put the toilet seat down,
Wash behind your ears—
These are a few tips
So you too can face your fears.
What’s the point of living?
What’s the point of dying?
I want French fries.
Why are you still crying?
Let’s go to the park
And throw a couple sticks.
Fall and get some scrapes,
Give it a good lick.
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6. |
Mistakes
03:51
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The walled off love…
No, I can’t see you anymore.
And where did all the trust go?
Girl,
You and me,
We’re not enemies
So come on down
And forgive me.
O what a fool I’ve been
In my Mercedes Benz
Driving you all crazy.
I went to Dairy Queen
Without you, girl, sorry.
That Blizzard was amazing.
And would you take me back
If I got you a snack?
Maybe some sour patch kids?
You know I know your heart,
You’re sweet and then you’re tart.
I really want you, baby.
I want to give you all the best snacks in this world
Just to make you know that I want you and you’re my girl.
But for real,
You know its real.
And I’m sorry if I’m making light of how you feel.
I just really want to help you heal.
And when you’re ready,
You know I’m here
And you have nothing in the world to fear.
I’ll always be around for you.
But I was scared
To see you cry
Over the ice cream treat I buy.
I know I’m hopeless.
I’m such a crook.
This whole experience has made me shook.
But can you find
It in your heart
To come together and restart?
We’ll make the sweetest thing called love.
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7. |
Really Miss it
03:05
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I rep a sweater for the clones.
They rip my look behind me.
You’ll catch them later showing off a look they swear is minty.
They wear it better.
I don’t do it for the glory.
I only wear it so that they can do it better than me.
Don’t call me pop’.
Don’t say I’m cool.
I’m not unique, really.
I wear dat wool.
I lent my sweater to a friend and I just really miss it now.
I ask about it but he gives me the cold shoulder treatment then.
It doesn’t make much sense cause sweaters are supposed to make you warm.
I haven’t seen it since and I just want to wrap it in my arms.
Don’t call me pop’.
Don’t say I’m cool.
I’m not unique, really.
I wear dat wool.
She dances in the dark,
And I can’t see where you are.
Now my sweater’s gone and you are telling me I’ll never see that thing again
She dances in the dark,
And I can’t see where you are.
I’m trying to get far,
But I cave in.
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