1. |
A Long Way Home
03:24
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2. |
Slaughter
05:38
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Your friends they are vultures
Circling above you
Cackling through their razor sharp beaks
Haughtily hovering
Over searching for
Scavenging the limp flaccid feast
Feathers in disarray
They say and they say
That they're loyal never would betray
Then like a lonely lost lamb
They lead you to the pack wolves in the black woods
Your feelings are phantasms
Pulsating within you
They spin you dizzy 'til death
Consciousness lets you not one ounce of solace
You're manic panicked
Or else you're depressed
Morally bound to a faceless belief
Appeal while you kneel
He is your pimp
Pay him the penance upfront cash in hand
You'll enter his kingdom and walk unto him
Your family has fallen destitute
They scrounge around
Scraping for scraps
Lactating dribbling liquid
The children lick from the tit of their dead mother's cat
There on your grandfather's desk a recording of him speaking
Before they stole his voice
Smoke after smoke of a dying man
Yes I can I made the choice
Like bars of a prison that
Randomly risen surround you you find yourself stuck
Your captors they keep you and say it's a small fee to be free
And you don't have a buck
The slaughter will come oh my love so don't worry no don't fret
The slaughter will come to clear all the clutter and everyone will be dead
Your friends they are vultures circling above you
Cackling through their razor sharp beaks
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3. |
Ear to the Ground
04:29
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You better remember
Yeah you gotta remember
Across your eyelids I see the light of dawn
And in the silence you woke up and I was gone
You gotta remember how easy it is to forget
I gotta retreat southeast to Lafayette
Where hides a dark man who sells me my poison
Who finds the dreams of men and thoroughly destroys them
A lean-to near a bayou is the pile of wood I retire to
A shack of desolation I really should set fire to
Where the sawdust twirls with the leaves that have died
And decided to dive off the trees into
A cold, dark, lake with a single boat
Tied to a stake that holds...
Onto me
You better remember
Yeah you gotta remember
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4. |
Alexandra
03:55
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5. |
The Thing I Ain't
04:35
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Fire on out the gate now
Run into my neighbor’s yard
Fire on out the gate now
Run into my neighbor’s yard
The getting there is easy it’s the staying part that’s hard
Traveling down the tight-wire
Just as fast as I can go
Traveling down the tight-wire
Just as fast as I can go
Vultures circling overhead men are scavenging below
I think the world of mother earth
And she thinks the world of me
I think the world of mother earth
And she thinks the world of me
But about my dirty habits we just agree to disagree
Who will follow who
The day the bottom all falls out
Who will follow who
The day the bottom all falls out
Those things you thought that mattered ain’t gonna matter anyhow
It’s best to take a grip
Before you fall
Just as fast as you can go
It don't matter at all
Those things you thought that mattered
Don’t matter anymore
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6. |
Living Room
03:44
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You wake up tired
You stretch yourself
One apartment bedroom
And no one else
Next to the door
A taped up note
Can't spare the time
It's time to go
What will you do with yourself when I
Don't keep my promise to make sure I say goodbye?
I'm pleased to say
I've got my pride
What I lost was
further inside
The outside looks
Just like a jail
The inmates all look weary as hell
What will you do with yourself when I
Don't keep my promise to make sure I say goodbye?
It's all on you!
It was on me
The pathway to
That devil's heart
Lies in false words
And crooked arts
I'm not a builder
I'm not a slave
I just try to get back
What my hands gave
It's all on you!
It was on me
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7. |
Something Right
02:42
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8. |
No Place to Be
05:05
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I got a pack of squeaky rats spinnin' in my wheels
I got a set of vampire teeth that I carved from an orange peel
The jacket I'm wearing, the sleeves are loosely attached
The buttons all fell off I watched them roll down in the cracks
An old man tipped his cap to me, obliged I spoke
Pardon me sir might I bum a smoke
The holes where his eyes should be
The soul of a man deformed by disease
Too many things paid for that should have been free
The dead wears on his face as he is tired and deranged
The pressure coils tight around his neck
A thousand pounds of pity to him
But to one thousand just to a single one
Nobody not anyone ever showed him some
It doesn't seem strange
Where the years to be quaint
Are lost in an age
Where to be shocking holds more weight
It doesn't seem strange
Where the years to be quaint
Are lost in an age
Where to be shocking holds more weight
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9. |
Dizzy Moon
02:30
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