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kick it around
02:28
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battle reserves on standby
set the damage to high
check your mileage- it’s evacuation time
hey, what’s the matter, boy? got something on your mind?
don’t even bother it’s a beast you’ll never find
don’t stop to breathe
end times are these
one shot, but it could save your sorry hide
hey, what’s the matter, boy? got something in your mind?
don’t even bother it’s a beast you’ll never find
kick it around, kick it around
when it breaks it makes that particular sound
it’s a beast you’ll never find; it’s a feast you’ll never find
salvation ain’t no friend of mine
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simplify, man
02:33
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there was a time when your life was simple, you’d never guess what you’ve been missing
a little vis de jois dissolving into fire, to make your life worth living again
so get back to the barn, yeah, and work it out- that’s a fine hole you’ve been digging
with a piece of mind you can learn to fly, and take your rightful measure
on and on in a dance of destiny
well, my complexities are finding me
all I want is a taste of that alchemy but everywhere you go
it’s worth its weight in gold
get with the times, man, don’t make no difference but it’s the reason why you’re grieving
you’d better redefine your wastes of time and make that life worth living again
so get back to the barn, yeah, and work it out- your prison’s only what you’re dreaming
so take your heed and fly, you know the reasons why- they’re gonna kick your ass forever
ch
but there’s a thief outside the door and this belief, it divides us all
oh no, oh where to go, when the wise start thinking wiser things?
on and on in a dance of destiny
well, my complexities are fine to me
all I want is a taste of that alchemy but everywhere you go…
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there be trolls
02:12
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without a piss to give, I’d settle for a little bit
but I’m measured in motivation
all my mercy could beckon defeat on the backs of my fallen brothers
another wall, another fool’s divide- kick it down, oh kick it down
take a look around, there’s nothing more to hide- kick it down, as far as it goes
better out than in; go make a living off the offal
I’m out of words with all my might
with seven days to live, I’ve gathered all my baggage, all my shit,
and all my naked hope
another wall, another fool’s divide- kick it down, oh kick it down
take a look around, there’s nothing more to hide- kick it down, as far as it goes
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well, some men were born to lead, and some men were born to fight
sometimes the trouble appears, and sometimes you’re put to the fire
but then out of the pack jumps big dumb Steve- all 300 pounds of gooney steel
and he ain’t got time for this- he’s gonna set things straight
well, some men are given to fly, and some men are dead on arrival
sometimes the hitch is a wheel, and sometimes the brake is a throttle
then out of the pack jumps big dumb Steve- all 300 pounds of gooney steel
and he ain’t got time for this, he’s gonna set things straight
and when fists meet faces, man, you ain’t got a prayer
could it be that the point of turn has come?
seems to me that the better man has won
let me try and break it down for you, cuz:
big dumb rides with us
well every gang I’ve ever seen from the Dead Tims down to the GDP
coulda benefitted from a brick shithouse like Steve
every gang needs a guy in the back who’ll step to the front the first sign of attack
and that role was made for a knuckle-sponge like Steve
but then out of the pack jumps big dumb Steve- all 300 lbs of gooney steel
and he ain’t got time for this, he’s gonna set things straight
and when fists meet faces, man, you ain’t got a prayer
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subterrain
02:18
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well now, what are we missing? I’m no better at this
but there’s a reason why I’ve found the door
well now, how’s the patient? too far gone to save
so grab your wrecking bar and smash it all to kingdom come
head down, keeping it underground; rat-living it up for just a little while
hands up, nobody make a sound- got Buddy waiting in the Caddy now
gear down, somebody rang the bell- round’s over, take your fuckin corner now
man up, drop the clutch and burn- I’ll overtake ‘em at the quarter mile
well now, what have we here? what’s your state of resistance?
all the times I’ve been denied those things I crave
without hesitation- state your designation
I can’t find the pieces, but I’ll make it out of what I got
head down, keeping it underground; rat-living it up for just a little while
hands up, nobody make a sound- got Buddy waiting in the Caddy now
gear down, somebody rang the bell- round’s over, take your fuckin corner now
man up, drop the clutch and burn- I’ll overtake ‘em at the quarter mile
one night of hell, four years of calm
oh might as well bare your animal
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hard to believe
01:23
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we fit better than most hearts; stuck like glue from the very start
and there ain’t no coming apart, now- two of a kind, just peas in a pod
and is it so hard to believe we’re in perfect harmony?
is it so hard to believe I could be your everything?
you just get me the most, I’ve always been such an awkward guy
and here’s you coming along, now- smoothing me out and lifting me higher
is it so hard to believe we’re in perfect harmony?
is it so hard to believe I could be your everything?
it’s up and away since we decided there ain’t nothing to keep us from trying
and all the stars are multiplying since we found our way
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back to the blues
02:37
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I’ve been down and broke, but I’m on the wheels again
it’s a long-shot pisspot, I don’t miss much- I’m top of the line
another pointed reason to burn the way you came
it’s a non-stop hit mob, back to the sweat shop- I’m backing away
you can’t run forever on a pocket full of change
nothing but blue sky now, and I’m begging for the rain
you’re gonna get back to the blues
I might be a better man, better in all the ways
well there ain’t no stopping, ain’t no coppin out, ain’t no battle won
but I’ve had the worst of the best you believe, man, I’m back in the well
another pointed reason to burn the way you came
‘cause it’s a non-stop shitbox, rocking the puke spots- I’m counting the days
you can’t go forever on a pocket full of change
nothing but blue sky now, and I’m begging for the rain
you’re gonna get back to the blues
I might be a better man, better in all the ways
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simian nature
02:03
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pacified, double time, committed for your life- could it be any better?
take a ride, paradroid. how many have you tried to fuel the oblation?
a man in the stair… forget the man instead and face your, fascia, father- run
it’s the way you wield your simian nature that makes you so hard to suffer
add a vice for a price, come back any time- could it be any better?
outside, verified. how many of you try to consume the oblation?
a man in the stair… forget the man instead and face your, fascia, father- run
it’s the way you wield your simian nature that makes you so hard to suffer
I can’t take anymore
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lente, baby
03:10
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slow down, baby. what’s your hurry?
we’ve got the time to do this right
you need learnin’, but you’re still burning
we might not be there, but we’re on our way
on flowers in the shade, the birds in serenade
we left our bodies on the ground long ago
whoa now, lente, baby- take a sec to catch your breath
it’s so much sweeter when the tide ebbs and flows
no point in rushing things- lie back, absorb the moment
until we pick it up again
oh now, baby, my pretty baby
it’s almost time to say good night
from good intentions to sloppy seconds
you’re irresistible and who could deny?
on flowers in the shade, the birds in serenade
we left our bodies on the ground long ago
whoa now, lente, baby- take a sec to catch your breath
it’s so much sweeter when the tide ebbs and flows
no point in rushing things- lie back, absorb the moment
until we pick it up again
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my precious war
02:53
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look at everyone, lost in their own way
I’m outside with the beggar
you’re a simple one, happy in your cage
roll around in your litter
lo, my open sore; soon my scar forever more
I’ve been trod down, beat back, tied up, left for dead and black
pieces never coming back- sowing lightning
oh, my precious war, evermore
you’re a meddling one, in your own way
stop making it better
stole the apple cart and pissed it all away
but it’s not like I’m bitter
lo, my open sore; soon my scar forever more
I’ve been trod down, beat back, tied up, left for dead and black
pieces never coming back- sowing lightning
oh, my precious war, evermore
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passes for reason
02:57
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what to make of what passes for reason? it’s sold for meat in a butcher’s fate
the more you make of the lesser among us now- we’re so many times broken
back and forth with you- lack of fear I know. take a fall and let yourself go
bow down and play dumb forever- they’ll suffer too
but it doesn’t know what’s coming down
oh, so far so good
there’s a break in the pastoral season, it’s overtaken, it’s overgrown
you might relate to the lesser among us now that we’re so many times broken
back and forth with you- lack of fear I know. take a fall and let yourself go
bow down and stay dumb forever- they’ll suffer too
chorus
hey hey- there’s no reason
hey hey- it’s a shitshow
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