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Huffing Gasoline
02:51
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Woke up with the world on my chest
Closed my eyes and prayed for death
But the reaper wouldn’t reap for me
So I got up and brushed my teeth
Put the water on made my bed
Shaved my face and combed my head
Opened a paper hoped for the best
But, alas, still no Apocalypse
I missed my chance
I was huffing gasoline
While you were at the dance
Playing for the girls
Listen to them scream
I was acting stupid
You were living out a dream
Walked outside headed for my train
Crystal clear not even rain
Got to my job right on time
Just like every day until I die
I missed my chance
I was huffing gasoline
While you were at the dance
Playing for the girls
Listen to them scream
I was acting stupid
You were living out a dream
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2. |
Split In Two
03:13
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Split in two
Like a Siamese twin
Two heads two mouths
And one small brain
My nights spent
In this crowded house
Werewolf and Mr. Hyde
And a witless old refrain
Out of your
Clown car mouth
Streams verbal suicide
Just hung yourself tonight
If you could only lie
Split in two
Like a divorced child
Who you staying with this weekend
Here or there
You’re still nowhere
Face down
Floating in the deep end
Out of your
Clown car mouth
Streams verbal suicide
Just hug yourself tonight
And stop asking why
Put a hood over your head
Run deep into the forest
Tie your tongue inside your face
And wonder if you bore us
Do you think you bore us?
Do you think we’re over you?
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My hands look big on your face
And you’re crying
People sound stupid
When they talk about dying
And I could hold on
But it’s no use
You’re just one more thing that I have to lose
You ask me a question
But on Saturday I’m useless
I wander down your back
And discover the bruises
And I could point them out
But it’s no use
You’re just one more thing that I have to lose
I’ll forget about you
I forget when I remember
Disappointment's everywhere
And fun is for pretenders
It’s such a relief
To know I’m confused
You’re just one more thing that I have to lose
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4. |
Lipstick Fades
02:50
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Whatcha buryin’ boy
Do you wanna show me
What's beneath the soil
Given you dirty little fingernails
Seems your sister’s
Been looking for you
Should I tell her where you are
You been playing video games
In that little girls garage
You been dressin up
Like a secretary
Got your purse and little hat
Your sisters gonna see you
Why don’t we tell her where you’re at
I'm gonna laugh out loud
I'm gonna make a big big noise
I'm gonna break out my makeup
Don't tell the other boys
I've got a picture
that i’ve buried behind the fence
pretty as a schoolgirl
all lipstick and confidence
The lipstick always fades
But the dirt beneath your fingernails never will
The lipstick always fades
But the dirt beneath your fingernails never will
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5. |
Softball Sister
02:43
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Four years older
Roses on your jeans
Aerosol cans and
Black jelly beans
I can’t tell you’re not around
Softball Sister
Now you’re underground
Oldest of seven
Back in ’92
Shipped across the pond
‘Cause they told you what to do
To follow is hollow
The words can’t be found
Softball Sister
Now you’re underground
A great big smile
A line from a song I knew
I bet they’re crying
But I bet you’re glad it’s through
Yes, I bet you’re glad it’s through
Four years younger
Dust in my hair
Car crashes
You could be anywhere
Losing looks good
When it don’t make a sound
Softball Sister
Now you’re underground
A great big smile
A line from a song I knew
I bet they’re crying
But I bet you’re glad it’s through
Yes, I bet you’re glad it’s through
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6. |
Eskimo Dog Walker
03:30
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Have you seen him
Blue bag brown corduroy
Bearded crooked grin
He'll open the gate for you
When no one else
Will let you in
Fingerless gloves
Winter hat constructed
By Nepalese monks
Never alone
But always bookended
By twin far eastern punks
Ever presently parked
On a park bench
What occupies his mind?
Does he wonder if I'm wondering about him
Does he think I know he knows what I did
Never trust the Eskimo dog walker
I've seen his hands
They're far too clean
His modern shoes
Impostor scream
He'll never know I know
He's onto me
Ever presently parked
On a park bench
What occupies his mind?
Does he wonder if I'm wondering about him
Does he think I know he knows what I did
Never trust the Eskimo dog walker
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7. |
Sometimes The Sinners
03:28
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A lifetime supply of surprises
In an instant
I guess by george or by luck
You deserved it
So southern hospitable
And right quick
A pretty young thing
Has you off in a lick
Sometimes the sinners
Forgiven the sin
And sometimes the undeserving
Eke out a win
So it's once more awakened
To check the mailbox
Even dreaded destiny
Takes a day off
To get stoned
And stay home alone
She apologizes
And puts you on hold
Or was it reverse
The wait would unfold
Like a birthday surprise
Dropped in your lap
A nap in disguise
As soft spoken trap
And sometimes the sinners
Forgiven the sin
And sometimes the undeserving
May eke out the win
So it's once more awakened
To check the mailbox
Even dreaded destiny
Takes a day off
To get stoned
And stay home alone
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8. |
Stripmall
02:42
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Right behind the stripmall
Dogs get shot
Girls are hiding in the weeds
The asphalt’s so hot
Right behind the stripmall
That’s where it happens
The sun is burning up
And the briefcase is laughing
Look out below
The ground is rough
They’re open all night
‘Cause the boys are tough
Good God good God
I’m learning how to drive
Let’s steal signs and believe
We're alive
All the way from LA
Past North and South Dakota
The water turns brown
When you drink in Minnesota
All the way from LA
That’s where I’m not from
Put one in the chamber
And go find someone
Look out below
The ground is rough
They’re open all night
‘Cause the boys are tough
Good God good God
I’m learning how to drive
Let’s steal signs and believe
We're alive
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9. |
Ruby Heart Stealer
02:41
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She stole a bag
You bought it back
They were disgusted
You want to attack
Milan to Morocco
Short circuit concealer
Ruby Ruby Ruby
Heart Stealer
Lipstick bullets
Sauce on your suit
Everyone walks
But you got mud on your boot
Throw out the case
The judge likes to feel her
Ruby Ruby Ruby
Heart Stealer
The demon is you
She’s got your dime
Press one button
Ahead of your time
That Cigar tastes so good
I never wore that dress
That Cigar tastes so good
It’s gotta be the stress
Center your right
Confess to your dealer
Ruby ruby ruby
Heart Stealer
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10. |
Payback
03:40
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You owe me pictures
Taken in various light
Framing and set up
Morning to night
This agreement we made
This vow that we took
Sounds from your dirty mouth
You're a pretty little crook
I reached out to you with a disposable camera
Poured out my heart to you from an hourly rental
You gave me everything and nothing
In return coy and cool and gentle
You wore something perfect for summer
It was either black or blue
Withheld your name just to keep my attention
But I was already devoted to you and only you
Waiting in a car outside your window
Please don’t say it’s wrong
It's almost past my curfew
So I won’t be waiting long
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11. |
Classcutters
02:36
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Looking up
She won’t know where she is
Where she’s from
Where she lives
It's all too much
Not looking down so long
Wondering if they miss her
Or even know she’s gone
Let's cut class and tell each other
We're never going back
Let's wait till it gets dark
To unleash our attack
Take my hand
And lead us to the dance
And we’ll make sure
There’s nothing to go back to
You and me
Me and you
Nothing to go back to
Nothing to ever go back to
Take my hand
And lead us to the dance
And we’ll make sure
There’s nothing to go back to
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