1. |
Blue bird
02:40
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I'm like a show-and-don't-tell guy,
I'll meet you down by the well high,
with a flask and a flashlight
and a map of y'past life
y'turn blue 'cause y'knew that
the end times are not through with you yet
you were the sick from a wild ride,
a toad afloat on the king's tide,
with a torch and a corpse bride
and more regret than you can hide
well I do dope an' I do shit,
but I don't do that much dope shit,
in fact I think I just might quit
if there was anything else to do
but you were such a holy ghost,
you were foamin' at the mouth an' throat
slidin' down that sudden coast
to stop in for a few
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2. |
Grunesmen
01:50
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we are der grunesmen, we live in God Engine,
we shoot up at moons and ascend the divide;
just look in our eyes, in our terrified eyes,
feel the mouth of the geyser rumble up from inside
inside is a vampire, he lives in a mansion,
and under a streetlight he looks almost handsome:
see him rounded th'corners when the streets are deserted
wrestle up to a stranger and do
somethinyouwouldn'texpecthimto
now it really only works every once in a while,
so get under that pile, so get under that pile
I seen you roamin' the sleepin' beast,
between his scales you scrape his streets,
between the bars you whet your beak,
you're not stuck
you're just dug in deep
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3. |
mit gas
03:03
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when I woke up this mornin' I was still kinda wasted,
this vomity blood tar was all I could taste and
my face was glazed in a layer of somethin',
I was pretty much blind 'cause my eyes wouldn't open
'til I soaked 'em in coffee and some hair of th'dog
and a song to remember why I get up an' walk;
I gotta talk to myself sos that I can decode,
oh no,
I can't
I been troubled by devils, I been haunted by ghosts;
what do they want with me do you suppose?
I close my eyes and wait for it to pass,
just have another smoke an' try t'relax..
the simple fact is that you think too much,
but you can't think strait up all night on crutches,
y'need touches, y'need kind words an' hope,
oh no..
well I'm really just an animal under these clothes,
but I can be a machine if it matters the most,
I go for the throat, I got more guts than brains
when I'm fightin' or lovin', which kinda explains
the pains that I go through to live in the moment;
I rarely can catch it,
and I never can hold it,
but y'know what?
I come sooo close..
see?
I can't
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