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Fu*k Yr Stuff
Cuz this is my sh*t
I've been looking for some perspective
I've been looking in all the wrong places
Like my television, and the internet
...there's some really messed up shit on there
I've been looking for a point of view
I've been looking for a point of reference
I've been looking for some context
I've been looking for a place for all my stuff
I need a place for all my stuff
Get with the program
Caught with a triple click
Tracking my every move
I am yr target
Where'd my stuff go?
Who took my stuff?
Who moved my shit?
Where's that thing that I got for Christmas last year?
Where is it!?
Fu*k yr stuff, cuz this is my shit
(everybody)
It's piling up and you seem so down
Feed the monkey
(We got to) feed the monkey
I've been looking for a point
I've been looking for a sharp object
I've been looking for pointy sharp object
Fuck, it's piling up
Why are you so down?
Don't be so down
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Mobius Tension
04:41
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You say you'd never see yrself with the likes of me
So gouge your eyes out, and let's go
Suspend ourselves in unhailed frequencies
Until we can't stand each other, and the bridge fails
And from the shore I see the storm
Blowing in reasons I can't defend anymore
It doesn't have to be just the two of us anymore
It doesn't have to be just the two of us getting bored anymore
You're a pretty picture with an ugly filter
And I'm tired of squinting and straining for you
So right yr lines and I'll write mine
Pretend to seal our fates for the last time
And the sight of rain can't make me stay
Nor the smell of roses on a really bad day
It doesn't have to be just the two of us anymore
It doesn't have to be just the two of us getting bored anymore
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Promises, promises, promise me
All I need
And I swear I'll follow you to the end of the line (right on time)
(Sell... Buy...)
But always along the party line
Promises, promises, promise we
Will be better off (4 more years!)
Than four years ago than our parents' generation than the goddamn excess of the 80s (Fuck the 80s)
(Kill... Buy... Sell... Die...)
But always along the party line
(left right black white gay straight wrong right)
Who's side are you? I said who's side are you on?
(rich poor saint whore red blue less more)
Pick a side motherfucker!
Idealogical Idea-illogical
The party line
Weeeeee were just looking for the party
The party line
Waiting for change in the party line
To the left... now, to the right
Idealogical Idea-illogical
The party line
Sell my soul to tow the party line
I want...
I want...
I want...
I want my GMOs
(left right black white gay straight wrong right)
So... who's side are you? I'm not mad I just want to know who's side are you on?
(rich poor saint whore red blue less more)
Pick a side motherfucker!
Idealogical Ideal-illogical
We were just looking for the party
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White hat / black hat
Been there / bombed that
I've got clean hands
and a dirty bible
I take my orders from the man
and sacrifice to his idles
Papa birthed a girl again
and sold her into slavery
What's to be inherited
from a land of blind bravery?
This is my country there are many like it but this one is mine
So this is America?
I got blood on my plate
trickling down from the ceiling
I was my hands say my prayers
but the paint keeps peeling
And I try to hide my face
and beg for a little grace
(Dirty plans... Unclean hands)
Women and children father and sons
everyone is equal at the barrel of a gun
White and black though more black than white
Coming for anyone who puts up a fight
And there's no end in sight
No end in sight
(But this is America)
This is my country there are many like it but this one is mine
So this is America?
And we're the good guys
right?
(Matthew Leary)
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Dumb Mouth
02:48
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Caught me in the bathroom
with my pants down and my phone out
making synth sounds with my dumb mouth
but i couldn't find the words
Checking messages and updates
man, yr life looks so great next to mine
it's a sign of the times that I can't write a line
that's not dripping and tripping in jealousy and self pity
What if I can't stop?
What would that do to you?
Popping bottom shelf bottles of bourbon
spending all of my earnings on booze and cigarettes
candy crushing all my time on the internet
and my girl says she's not feeling it
Anymore it's a chore to be bored
with a self-obsessed asshole
whose music is a black hole
that he can disappear into
everyday, every night
What if I can't stop?
What would that do to you?
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6. |
My Headache
06:59
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I haven't seen it snow in 10 years
I haven't seen yr face in 5 or thereabouts
And though you don't care to know I'm doing fine
Crashing house parties and going on long drives
Out in the countryside
After the cities die
Where I can try
and remember why I loved you
cuz I think I used to
...right?
You are my headache
Your birthday came and went without fanfare
Truth is I forgot it for the third year
But when I'm reminded by my timeline
I get this stinging pain right behind my left eye
It comes and goes
from eye to eye
until my brain
is filled with flies
and how can I
even sleep at night
knowing that I hurt you
Do you still think about it too?
...No?
You are my headache
Is it cold on yr coast?
and is that coat enough to keep you warm?
cuz I bought it to keep you warm
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7. |
I Hate My Friends
03:36
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I hate my friends
Buzzing behind the wheel in my mind
and my lane it feels so wiiiiiiiide
Cash strapped finishing glasses
last call exit the masses
and I'm a bullet of justice
too loaded to function
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know how to spend my time
I make some money
I spend that money
(I hate my friends)
They're always talking shit about me behind my back
(I hate my friends)
They told me my girlfriend's ugly
(I hate my friends)
They never show up when they say they're going to
(I hate my friends)
But they're the only ones I got
and I'm sick of their excuses
and I take them for granted
I hate my friends
I hate everyone and everyone hates me
(aaaaawwwwwwww)
I'm not asking for a soul mate
I'm not asking for a bestie
I just want a D.D.
I hate my friends
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8. |
Still Waiting
04:29
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I see the sign up ahead
Says I should get out of bed
Put on a shirt and some pants
and do a mating dance
But what about the next day?
Do I just do the same?
Don't know how much of the week
I should just do me...
Made my downpayment for change
Got suckered by a rigged game
Paid more to level the plane
It crashed and burned anyway
Now I'm not calling it quits
But I don't know how to fix
A system based on gold bricks
Become an alchemist?
I make plans I know I'll break
I can't help myself these days
And I can see what my father sees
Looking at me so expectantly
Knowing that we will never be
The men we want our sons to see
Oh man I've tried and tried
To be / do more next time
Learning from my mistakes
Always a little too late
Oh God what sweet relief
To be buried in sleep
Until then I'm alive
I guess that counts for something
The day John died... nothing changed
The day Bob died... nothing changed
The day God died... nothing changed
The day Frank died... nothing changed
I just keep waiting
Nothing changes
We are nothing to anyone
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9. |
...Jump
03:16
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After tonight I swear I'll never touch the stuff
That's a bluff and you know it well
I can tell from her look
she's cooking up an argument that leads back to cigarettes
I'm not down but I'm definitely not walking straight
And I'd hate to debate my case
In front of all these unfriendly faces and crowded spaces
Sneaking smoke breathers in the front of the bar
Hiding in plain sight, waving at passing cars
Thinking 'bout hitching to some place where you belong
But yr friends are still inside
Thinking there's nothing wrong
So just
Jump
No don't
Think
It won't
Get
Better than this...
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