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Bullion
02:01
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Twenty one, feeling down
I tell you nothing with a thousand words
and I weaker get, with every step
I waste my money on compact disc's and staley fish
I can't remember the last time I did something that made
me feel alright longer than a few hours
if I only had the strength to make some muffins then I
swear that I would share them with you now.
Am I odd or am I not?
That's a question I spend time analyzing
I'm so soft, but still I'm not
living up to what people want me to be
cause I'm busy with me, myself and I
can't be understood by someone I don't know to well
so I'm shutting out the whole world just to play Nintendo
I've got these new games but I'm afraid you can't join me.
These last few years I've been struggling
and I'm tired of keeping low profile
so now it's time to show that I'm alive
I'm gonna change my life, plans, Vans start to dance
change my thoughts, sox, moves, even my pro fighter Q.
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2. |
One In A Million
03:21
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Sometimes when I'm driving in my car
I wish that you could take the wheel
But you're not there, It's so unfair
What if I hit that dog again?
Sometimes when I'm lying in my bed
I let these voices in my head
Influence me, to some degree
Now I'm not sure of anything
I wish you knew what I was thinking of
They told me to breathe
They told me to lie down
I figured it out, you're one in a million
I'm writing the words down
I figure my chances are one in a million
And I don't know why,
and I don't know where to begin
Sometimes when I'm running out of cash
I'll jump a taxi in a flash
I know it's wrong his light was on
And I just had to get to you
Sometimes when I'm talking on the phone
I get advice from the dial tone
It's nothing new
And I'm confused, I know I'm losing my mind
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3. |
Teenage Suicide
02:30
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Time's rollin' forward - I'm getting' bored
Layin' on my back - I'm losing' track
Shifting patterns - And nothing' matters
'Cause there's no one here - And I've lost my fear
Well I've got no place left to hide
I'm running out of time
Moving slowly - The walls are closing
In on me - I can not see
Appearing fine, well
That's all a lie - 'Cause I am not alright
Extinct inside
I'm runnin' out of time - My mother says I'm fine
A teenage suicide
No place to hide
Well I've got no place left to hide
No place to hide
I'm runnin' out of time
No place to hide
Ya, I've got no place left to hide
No place to hide
A teenage suicide
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4. |
Blind
02:35
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What if I'm right and you are wrong?
What if you knew it all along?
What if I figured out that I did not belong?
What if it always bothered me?
What if I never did believe?
Would it be wrong if I decided I should leave?
If I pretended I was blind
And struck it from my mind
Would it still be there?
What if I'd do anything to make it seem all right
It's all right
What if it's all inside my head?
What if those words were never said?
Would it be easier if I could just forget?
What if I didn't run away?
Could it be any other way?
Would it be wrong if I decided I should stay?
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5. |
Dammit
03:34
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It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving you must have your reasons
The season is calling and your pictures are falling down
The steps that I retrace the sad look on your face
The timing and structure did you hear he ****ed her?
A day late a buck short I'm writing the report
On losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now
And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sees through the master plan
But everybody's gone
And I've been here for too long
To face this on my own
Well I guess this is growing up
Well I guess this is growing up
And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview
You show up and walk by on the arm of that guy
And I'll smile and you'll wave we'll pretend it's okay
The charade it won't last... when he's gone I won't come back
It'll happen once again
I'll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sees through the master plan
When everybody's gone
And I've been here for too long
To face this on your own
Well I guess this is growing up
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6. |
American Jesus
03:07
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I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm a member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things that seem to pull us under
And there are things that drag us down
But there's a power and a vital presence
That's lurking all around
We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
He helped build the president's estate
I feel sorry for the earth's population
'Cause so few live in the U.S.A.
At least the foreigners can copy our morality
They can visit but they cannot stay
Only precious few can garner the prosperity
It makes us walk with renewed confidence
We've got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here
We've got the American Jesus
Bolstering national faith
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
He's the farmer's barren fields
The force the army wields
The expression on the faces of the starving millions
The power of the man
He's the fuel that drives the Klan
He's the motive and conscience of the murderer
He's the preacher on T.V.
The false sincerity
The form letter that's written by the big computers
The nuclear bombs
The kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that he's inside me
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7. |
Nation States
02:14
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Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable
The anthem of the upper-tier, puppeteer untouchable.
Focus a moment, nod in approval,
Bury our heads back in the bar-codes of these neo-colonials.
Our former nemesis, the romance of the nation state,
Now plays fundraiser for a new brand of power-concentrate.
Try again, but now we're confused; what is "class war"?
Is this class war? Yes, this is class war.
And I'm just a kid.
I can't believe I gotta worry about this kind of shit.
What a stupid world.
Born, hired, disposed.
Where that job lands, everybody knows.
You can tell by the smile on the CEO,
Environmental restraints are about to go.
You can bet laws will be set
To ensure the benefit
Of unrestricted labour laws,
Kept in place by displaced government death squads.
They own us.
They own us.
Produce us.
Consume us.
They own us.
They own us.
Produce us.
Consume us.
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8. |
Artist In The Ambulance
03:35
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Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone
Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
A difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
Greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
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9. |
Leave It Alone
02:34
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Breathe ever so soft,
We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk.
Never alone, cautious, afraid,
I hear the voice of reason on the P.A.
Leave it alone, follow the grain,
We couldn't stop the irresistible force.
Leave it the same, change with the leaves,
Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old.
Leave it alone
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA NAA
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA NAA
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA NAA
DA NA NA NA NA NA NA NAA
Breathe, ever so slight,
We couldn't take away your God given right.
Leave it alone, heel and stay,
Roll over and shake and beg for the bone.
Leave it alone
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10. |
Violins
03:40
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I am just another fool
and I have to keep telling myself that
I am just a hypocrite
and I have to keep calling you one
and/'cause I forgot to bite my tongue
as/and my assumption is the mother of all mistakes
so/but I assume the role,
open my mouth, and clumsy words escape:
So why you, wanna be there?
when you could be here
you are slipping away
I awake with/to your replacement
a bottle in my grasp
in an unfamiliar place
'cause you put me out
the butt of your sick joke
into this ashtray life
as you come and go
'cause I forgot to service you
and we broke down
and you can't live with my mistakes
so/but I assume false grace
open my arms
and grasp at/for something true
how are ya, how have you been
girl I miss you
wanna see you again
oh why ya, wanna be there?
when you could be here
girl I'm slipping away
I bring out the worst in you
and you try to let me know
you bring out the worst in me
anxiety, anxiety
I'm trying to let you go
you say I'm giving you the creeps
so/but I assume the role, open my Claws
and grasp for your heart
How are ya, how have you been
girl I miss you, wanna see you again
into you, like a mortal stake
so vindictive, girl I'm slipping away
(Violins)...Into this ashtray life
(Violins)...the butt of your sick joke
(Violins)...I'm trying hard to let you go
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11. |
Matchbook
04:33
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I can see it in your eyes
I can hear it in your voice
the signs are obvious
that all we had has run its course
and I don't mind giving up the upper hand
in this little charade
cause I've spent too many nights here on the floor
waiting for something inside you to change
Don't look back in anger now is all that you can see
cause angers all I got to keep me warm when you're away
and I know that this is nothing new
but tonight it's all I know
disconnect myself from your memory
and never feel anything at all
to justify with all your words
don't mean anything to me
cause I've cut you off
So here we stand and face each other
we've got nothing to say
a flashback to another time
when silence was a welcomed friend
now I'm sorry I can never really say
all the things going on inside my head
silence is a justified expression of my war
now nothings like it was before
Don't look back in anger now is all that you can see
cause angers all I got to keep me warm when you're away
and all your words and all your actions
don't mean anything to me
cause I've cut you off
Don't look back at anger
Don't look back at anger
Don't look back at anger
It's just a memory
It's easy to forget your face
and it's easy to survive in this place
without you, without you
I just comb my hair and wash my face
keep straight ahead and keep my pace
just think about nothing, I might never be alright
well I got my friends, I got my pen
got a million distractions to keep me warm
and I know that I'll be alright, that I'll be alright
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