1. |
AWOL
02:14
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He celebrates himself
With misery and sorrow
Filled with guilt and shame
Never satisfied
He can taste the blood
As he apologizes to the world
He lived his life
Through his parent’s dreams
An overachiever
With his future paved
Never had fun
But who said that work is fun
He’ll be better off
Now that his childhood is gone
Then one day he opened his eyes
Millions in the bank, degree on the wall
The one day he opened his eyes too late so he went AWOL
Looking and searching for nothing
Yet hoping for something
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2. |
Lou Slips
02:54
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Tie me up
Put me on display
Sink your teeth into me
Make me feel ashamed
Take it a hit
Give me a taste
Remap my brain
You know my thoughts, my mood
I’ll tell you anything just stop it
You said it was our secret
I’m hearing gossip
Turn me out, make me your own inventory
Infect me slowly
So i’ll tell you what you want to hear
Loose lips, sink ships
We’ve got water in the hold
Loose lips, sink ships
Do what your told
Loose lips, sink ships
We’ve got water in the hold
Loose lips, sink ships
What makes us human
Is that we don’t have to fight
They hide and take away my rights
Put on the night light, yea right
Make me walk the plank
Then throw me a lifeline
Secrets safe, but they’re whispering below
How many ways can you take my soul?
Hold my breath as we sink below
Great escape to depths unknown
Tie me up
Put me on display
Sink your teeth into me
Make me feel the shame
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3. |
Dried Blood
02:28
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Bloodshot eyes, too many beers
Nothing to show for it save my brother
And bragging rights
Not giving up
Wine stained lips
Too many lies
My family tears each other down
Not you two
Why can’t you be nice?
It’s just us and them
Why can’t we
share our blood?
There’s not a lot of laughter
Not a love
Not a love
Pretty soon it’s all dried blood
Not a lot of laughter
Not a lot of love
Pretty soon we’re gonna be dried blood
Pretty soon we’re gonna be dried blood
Bloodshot eyes from too many tears
No one to listen to me
Save my mother
For the millionth time
For the millionth time, you pick me up
For the millionth time, we share our blood
Not a lot of laughter, not a lot of love
Pretty soon we’re gonna be dried blood
Not a lot of laughter in my family
Pretty soon
DRIED BLOOD
Pretty soon, it’s all dried blood
Not a lot of laughter, not a lot of love
Pretty soon we’re gonna be, dried blood
Pretty soon we’re gonna be, dried blood
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4. |
Empty
03:26
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i thought back regret not knowing what to do
dream of more than mediocrity
i had time but i had nothing else to lose
now i know i never had a clue
you come around you come and go
now everybody knows
you came around just passing through
we are numb we got lost along the way
but there’s no one listening
i’ve got nothing left but everyone around me
doing fine right here for now
here we go again how did it come to this
memories i’d love to learn to miss
honestly it makes no difference to me
apathy washing over me
it came around it came and went
do you ever feel the same
it came around it never left
we are numb we got lost along the way
but there’s no one listening
we are numb we got lost along the way
we’re doing fine right here for now
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5. |
Hometown Pride
03:13
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wanna get punched?
i thought so
this is my party
time to go
been doing this scene
since 13
i’m not giving
no I’m not giving up
what up chief
didn’t think you would go
not the same without you bad loads
a good time to keep tradition alive
not giving up, not giving up
living in a small town
and I might just stay
time is running down
i’m afraid of change
hometown pride in stormy weather
nothing but football from september to november
talk of the town, we couldn’t be beat
hometown pride
make them drop biscuits
pick it up boys!
did I get punched?
yea you did bro
kids a pickled 40
time to go
been doing this scene
since 13
i’m not giving up
yo you look fucked
sorry chief
the ghosts are calling
ghosted faces slur your breath
wasted traditions burn alive
not giving up, not giving up
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6. |
Weiss
03:56
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Remember the day you changed my life?
Opened your eyes as you closed your mind
Words that you said, tore us apart
Kept on walking you ignorant fuck
Maybe one day you’ll think about what you said
You left an old man freezing for your own warm bed
The fuck Jay?
Why’d you do it?
The guy couldn’t sleep
You said nothing to it
You said he was ok
Said he was ok
That was just a foolish bluff
The guy couldn’t sleep
Cuz you had to be tough
You let your own greed
Privilege and status
Take your
Humanity
That night, I was no better
That night, I felt the pressure
Since then, there have been others
Now I choose them over brothers, over covers
Maybe one day you’ll think about what you said
You left an old man freezing for your own warm bed
The fuck Jay?
The fuck Jay?
Why’d you do it
The guy couldn’t sleep
You said nothing to it
You said he was ok
Said he was ok
That was just a foolish bluff
The guy couldn’t sleep
Cuz you had to be tough
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7. |
Ear Fatigue
02:16
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Dads at the office
Dads on the links
His kids want him home
But dads sipping drinks
Dads left a note
Dads made a mess
My policy will cover it
He was a good man who always paid the minimums right on time
He just got a little too tired to keep treading water
Give me dopamine
Dopamine
You give me dopamine
Forty, make it fifty, make it sixty.. just to give it all back
Forty, make it fifty, make it sixty, making money
Working all day just to give it all back
Forty, make it fifty, make it sixty, making money
Working all day just to give it all back
Mom had that winning idea
She’s gonna buy them all some happiness
Vacations on credit cards
Payments on furniture
Weekends paying pennants
And weekdays paying Paul
We chase our tails day and night just so they can steal it right back
Give me dopamine, I’ve had enough
Little dopamine, I’ve had enough
Give me dopamine, I’ve had enough
I’ll endorse them.. I’ll endorse them to the world
Forty, make it fifty, make it sixty, making money
Working all day just to give it all back
Forty, make it fifty, make it sixty, making money
Working all day just to give it all back
Forty, make it fifty, sixty.. Give it all back
Forty, fifty, sixty.. Give it all back
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