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Mindless, Tasteless
02:06
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Your rage might be well founded
But misplaced on me
Machiavellian delusions
Of princes without mirrors
Tied around their necks
He believed that everyone was evil
They need to be savage blind pigs
Dressed in skins of lepers
This mindless, tasteless display
Lazy eyes can’t describe
The thoughts and dreams I’m haunted by
We are hidden within each other
I must appear a different shade
Cursed eyes replace his mind
Just to undershine
This mindless, tasteless display
Lazy eyes can’t describe
The thoughts and dreams I’m haunted by
Everything is on the floor
It started off two by two
Going underground
Only got enough room for the ones I love
So Bon Voyage, goodbye
We don’t see eye to eye
You wash your children
In a river of your enemies’ blood
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2. |
Shortwave Cantina Radio
02:46
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Hips tight party line, ready to go
The last time I seen you
I saw you dead
Goes straight to your head
All that’s left was wrapped up real tight
Who’s that that you’re crying about?
There’s no bargain trees around here
Well, who’s first to go?
These spider riots
In 12 out of 9 out your last districts
What’s up, chum chum, ready to frag?
I been to places you’ll never see
Stomping up in arms about
Gaze real deep drinking eyes
World’s unfair and in the air
There’s no barter grove gardens here
Well, who’s first to go?
These spider riots
Shortwave cantina radio
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3. |
I Might Be The Killer
02:49
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Hey there
Won’t you let me fill you in?
On a situation
See I drop five bombs
Of liquid explosion
Now youse got
A forest on fire
Looks like you’ll need
A forestry ranger
But too bad
I put a hole in his head
Wildfires burn
Growing contagious
We’ll fix it up
Light your soul on fire
Looks like you’ll need
A forestry ranger
Too fuckin bad
I put a hole in his head
Too fuckin bad
I put a hole in his head
Firebomb
A forest on fire
Maybe I got something inside me
Maybe (shhh) I might be the killer
Not the victimized one that I thought
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4. |
Jammy Tammy Teringue
02:33
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White knuckles, eyes grow cold
A silver plate of protection
Handwashed, imagination and I’m
Holding close this burning cross
Reverence congratulations
She spooked the particles away and we’re lost
A drunken sail boat abandoned and washed away to shore
Cool, cool | I don’t know
Aside we announce her | Your name
I think her name is Tammy
Celebration, world’s grown cold
Left your pity party isolation
Thirty nights away in the cold
Drunken, mystics, had their way
The situations end
I know he can | He can’t
In his dreams he can’t shout it
Pointless railroad, waves, things
We have to cross
Hold it all in
What’s this the holocaust?
Pointless exhilaration
Pointless dying exhilaration
White knuckles the eyes grow cold
A silver plate of protection
Hand washed imagination and I’m
Holding
Well holding close
Holding close, this burning cross x3
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5. |
Shoot Me Down
02:15
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Stop, wait, look, don’t listen
The leaves have fallen all around
Live loose life
As it forgets and fucks you ‘round
Just shut your eyes and let it bleed through
A self service operator
Just how deep will this knife stick through
It’s strange I see these qualities in you
Now I must get the fuck out
Help me understand
Is there a place in between this misery
You brought on to yourself?
And can you ever, ever really feel free again?
Well, shoot, shoot, shoot me down
Trust me when I say
This is how we break it down
So leave the door wide open
We’ll find our way out
Never gonna find my way back out
Oh yes, I happened to be yeah
But I’m fucking out
I’m fucking out of here
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6. |
You're So Important
01:31
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There’s something on my mind
And it makes me worry
I don’t think you’re a waste of time
There’s nothing wrong
I thought I could do this on my own
Everything would be better left alone
I accept the responsibility
Sometimes I’m limited to see
You’re so important
There’s nothing in my thoughts
I’ve just seen your worry
Cuz it’s printed across your eyelids
And I’m so afraid of the dark
This is the last dream I sing to you
To walk out of our minds
Into a stable situation
So let me clarify
You’re so important
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