1. |
Moose
04:18
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2. |
Bilingual
02:11
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3. |
Water
03:50
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4. |
Don't
02:46
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Monday, you take the bags off your back
Tuesday, same old, same old second day
Wednesday, doesn’t prove to be a whole lot better
Smoke on the mirror
While she’s saying
“Don’t fall asleep
You might wind up having bad dreams
Don’t fall asleep
You might find yourself in a better situation than where you were before
That’s why it hurts,
It hurts so bad
To be sunk at the bottom of the ocean
With no air to breathe,
With no air to breathe”
My mama told me
I ain’t gotta be
I ain’t gotta be a big man to be good
My mama told me
I ain’t gotta be
I ain’t gotta be a big man to be good
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5. |
Moving Along
02:13
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You told me you were looking for god
I told you to look somewhere else
Don't you know that he's been gone for twenty years from this wicked town?
So pack your bags and move out
I heard the souls out in the road
Caught in jams, twists and turns, up and down they all go
You're moving along, you're moving along
Moving along now aren't you?
All those nights by the lake,
To keep your memories in a phonograph
You're moving along, moving along
Good to go not paralyzed
By fear of God, by eternal life
By fear of God, by eternal life
You're moving along, you're moving along
Moving along now aren't you?
All those nights by the lake,
To keep your memories in a phonograph
You packed your bags and moved out
Good to go, not paralyzed
By fear of God, by eternal life
By fear of God, by eternal life
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6. |
Better
03:42
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I don’t think I’m something (I don’t, I don’t)
I don’t think I’m nothing (I don’t, I don’t)
I don’t think I haven’t got a lot
I don’t think I’m better than anyone else
This piano plays so fucking nicely
The keys full of sharps and flats
The music haunts me because
It reminds me I can’t be anyone when I’m on the clock
I don’t think I’m something (I don’t, I don’t)
I don’t think I’m nothing (I don’t, I don’t)
I don’t think I haven’t got a lot
I don’t think I’m better than anyone else
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7. |
Judas Goes Down
03:23
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Religious Upbringing
03:17
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A quiet thunder sounds,
holy temples you taste in her mouth
both of you worsening like a plague
you know you see it now
the holy smoke she spewed
in the shapes from her mouth
you both talked a lot,
you talked all night but you always forget what you had said,
So you were taught when young to pray to God
but you meet the Devil in his temple and realize he's you
666
graves in the lot
we all rot
came the end of days,
the dreams of love and the dreams of fame slowly fade,
youre left with all you really need
knowing love and yourself
and all the harmonies
graves in the lot
we all rot
666
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