1. |
pukin in the sink
00:51
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Well I’m so tired
But I can’t sleep a wink
My neighbors see me mouthing things
Through the windscreen
Like it's 1943
And they’re gonna make a funeral outta me
But I can’t find my drink
Pukin in the sink
If all’s fair in war
Whatchyou doin it for
Black out and wake up okay
Like all the good neighbors say
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2. |
soft reprise
00:41
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Putting off a heart attack
Trying to get some feeling back
You can pinch me all you want
But I probably won’t react
Here I am running in heels
Just to get around the track
If I don’t wave on my way past
Go and blame it on my ankles
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3. |
nobody's piano
02:20
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I got plenty of room to pace around this apartment
And learn how to scream without waking up the neighbors
Would you split a smoke right now
Just like you showed me how
Help me hang these memories
You left me to without you
Ran away just to come on home
I find your motorbike is gone
You were selling cars for Casios
You were nobody’s piano
When I press on the keys
Will it bring you back to me
I miss the beach
The cedar creeps at four am
When I wanna leave
I wish I never had
Ran away just to come on home
I find your motorbike is gone
It was licorice and potted plants
And bike rides going nowhere
Fast through the park after dark
Taking chances on our bodies
If you’d stuck around to see it now
Outside of your apartment
You just might scream the way we need
To wake up all the neighbors
Ran away just to come on home
I find your motorbike is gone
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4. |
severed head
00:40
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5. |
sepulchers
00:10
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Thought a lot about sepulchers and captions
ALL CAPS bold blame death on the dead one
Who wouldn’t run from the man with the gun
Load another clip for americas sun
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6. |
write a check
01:11
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Dry toast and limping off to work I guess
Got a job for the summer selling mannequins
Way out of town
Where they keep all the money around
That’s where I want to settle down
But it’s slow cash in my economic catcher's mitt
On the bench and the debtor's taking coaches pitch
Bases loaded now
There’s gotta be some money around
Guess I gotta wait another inning
Write a check
Why’s it always comes to this
Somebody oughta pull me off the planet
Way out of town
Where they keep all the money around
Someone’s got me pegged again
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7. |
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8. |
battered truck
00:28
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Way off in a battered truck
He drove off around the bend
Again on a bender
Never came back
Never came back home
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9. |
ex-con funk
00:33
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10. |
das kapital blues
00:28
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Write a check
Why’s it always come to this
Somebody oughta pull us off the planet
If everyone’s saying I do, yeah
I should to
But I’m all tangled up in bed
With Das Kapital blues
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11. |
treacherous days
00:24
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Oh you can’t wait you say
It will be on all these treacherous days
Dropping hopes to get to
Something else that tricks (trips?) you
Forecast is always the same
Oh you can’t wait you say
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12. |
poison pond
00:55
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13. |
idiom
00:32
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?
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14. |
comin down again
00:34
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I might be coming down again
Right after this
Up so high on my chances
Shiverin
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15. |
solid snake
00:13
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16. |
mauve
00:33
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Something that you can’t derive
From all the numbers in your mind
Falling off the map
Weighing this and that
Doesn’t add up like you thought it would
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17. |
low lyin stars
01:44
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Low lyin stars
Disappeared from my back yard
I was holding on too hard
Sunshine and all ballroom stance
The light just slipped through my hands
Can’t catch nothing these days
It all just falls to the grass
Standing out in the dark
Trying to concentrate a spark
And light up some way
Back to your arms
Stuck in a blind new start
I’m miles from my old heart
And the words I used to use
To get you over never made it this far
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18. |
nein percent
00:58
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19. |
eviction
00:13
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I got plenty of room to pace
around this apartment
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