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Wayne's World 3
02:46
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Colorado has got me thinking what the fuck and who I am I'm the anti thesis of the greener grass so I'm going home It's hard to believe that I'm still falling over its not hard to believe that something is always pulling me under Intoxicated intoxicated intoxicated and I think I miss the beat of your heart The grand canyon is suffering it's what I like to call a wishing well My fortune's failing like a child who's mind was fucked by her father It's hard to believe that I'm still falling over its not hard to believe that something is always pulling me under Intoxicated intoxicated intoxicated and I think I miss the beat of your heart
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1861
01:32
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There's new slaves in town and there walls get cold at night We have no heart all we want is from the malls and it's happening all over again
I want to paint their suffering in a very cement side walk
There's solidarity and there's halls that lead you home we can't compete and we're all depending on you and your good behavior is all that you own
I want to paint their suffering in a hey cement side walk
Nothings changed and it's happening all over again you know that it's been too long All I want is for them to be out on the streets so they can kill again
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Sunny Side Eggs
01:25
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4. |
Stoner Jam In Boner Land
02:29
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My lungs turn to shit I'm so sick of it I'm feeling so over this
My molasses liver is all I've given her she's weeping and helpless now
My brain falls on floors smashed fingers in doors I'm classless and over this
I'm touched by cancers got all wrong answers I'm sleepless but not awake
I got too much bourbon pumping through my veins I am going insane with my 9 to 5 days I made some new friends but they've all gone away made some new hobbies but they don't seem to stay in fucked up I'm sleeping alone I haven't seen my sheets in a decade or so I'm active by day but at night I stagnate I'm shameful so shameful
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5. |
Colorado Cantaloupe
02:23
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I just wanted to be the life of the party that's why I turned to drinking something went wrong nobody wants a drunken old man in their house anymore or so I'm told
The devil takes the angels shoulder he says I'll be pathetic when I'm older
Oh how the irony I feel it because I'm older now I'll show you how I left my home and my friends all alone and it was all for nothing
I killed my dreams all in one night and I won't amount to anything or so my mother told me all my sins were for nothing darling and I have no one to tell me it'll be okay
The devil takes the angels shoulder he says I'll be pathetic when I'm older
Oh how the irony I feel it because I'm older now I'll show you how I left my home and my friends all alone and it was all for nothing
Hole in my head when I sleep I awake in hospital beds
Hole in my head glass thorns in my side from bottles filled with regret
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6. |
Waiting For Agnes
02:08
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To my sweet sixteen I am putting up these fragile walls
A bride less alter I hope you are crossing the Atlantic or say goodnight to your floating castle it's hollow without you I can't love in homestead you made me a god but that means nothing I need something more
In this castle of coral I built for you and you don't like it
are you running away?
You can break my little timid heart but I can promise you that I'll never smash your porcelain face I was searching for my 3.14 but I just can't find it broke down no more I hope to find your body washed up ashore so I can see you in a pretty white dress with your lifeless arms abusing you I'll try to show you something new
In this castle of coral I built for you and you don't like it
Are you running away?
Dear Agnes my fingers you cut off all my fingers I can't wait for your return anymore
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7. |
Louisiana Promise
03:38
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There was a time I felt content by the waste side holding on to something that I knew was a waste of time all I wanted was to live on the water I know someday I will but for now I'll just gaffe away
I am a liar I am deceit I am the ghost of new Orleans I'm the prince of going nowhere
I had lusitanian dreams for my future of hauling gas and oil like my father I want to be will auld acquaintances be forgotten and auld Lang syne I heard it on Christmas radio
I am a liar I am deceit I am the ghost of new Orleans I'm the prince of going nowhere
I am a po boy away from my death just after kicking my cigarettes and I'm the prince of going nowhere
Fat away I am going far away
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8. |
Wheel Sea
01:35
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9. |
4 Chords Of Fucking Shit
01:00
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Let me stop and play you a song right now something to huddle the masses something easy I can remember even when I'm inebriated
We're right this time and I hope you follow I hope that Mars Volta is gone and no one remembers
So what if we can't play guitar or tag the music that shit is over rated buddy holly stood up for something more but just like him we'll crash and burn
We're right this time and I hope you follow I hope that Mars Volta is gone and no one remembers
Four chords of fucking shit
Fuck off
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10. |
My Hometown Is Burning
01:51
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I feel nothing but hangovers anymore come fry an egg on this side walk for me I avoid the cracks because I'm an idiot I want to leave because some day somewhere out there I'll belong
These insects love for far too long the ponderosa is burning down in my hometown
I take comfort in my uneducated core I've joined the ranks of the few the fucked and the hungry
There's nineteen dead and I think there's more than that to come there's nineteen dead because their bodies were all burned up by the sun
These insects live for fat too long the ponderosa is burning down in my hometown
I fail often no always and don't you tell me Elizabeth are you going fast away? I hey to thinking if your pale skin were here it'd be burning like a fire there would be nothing left but some ashes and desire and it's got outside like a super nova but that's alright because someday somewhere out there we'll belong
Time to head inside before it's too late
These insects live for far too long the ponderosa is burning down in my home town
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11. |
Shyamalan Twist
02:08
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I build my fortress on your bathroom floor there's no hope for us
That's where I choose to fight my little wars there's no hope for us because I know I am lame and my songs start to sound the same
I want to fuck the blind and the deaf because there is no judgement there and they fuck like the rest
All my sorrys they fall on deaf ears and they won't forgive me
And I'll hold it inside all the things that I'm trying to hide I've been down for too long and I am awful and I'm Telling everyone
Let's raise a toast to the bride and the groom there's no hope for us with stupid smiles and our champagne flutes there's no hope for us
And I'll hold it inside all the things that I'm trying to hide I've been down for too long and I am awful and I'm Telling everyone
I was swearing like a sailor to a priest and a bride in white is there a children's table for me I felt like saying this excuse me please while I separate myself from the men I don't think I belong here I can't provide the basic needs for. Myself or another I fucked up I don't belong here
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12. |
Lithgow's Bad Dream
02:35
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I hate the air I would rather seize to see than fly again I'm not ready for you nowhere to go there's a demon on the wing chewing on the wires and I'm afraid we're going down to the ground down in not ready for you
De pressurize the cabin is gaining and we're running out of oxygen I'm not ready for you I'm not crazy there's a demon on the wing chewing on the wires and I'm afraid we're going down to the ground down I'm not ready for you
I left town for good I had contemplative thoughts that I'd never come back again there was nothing good but nobody seemed to care I had contemplative thoughts that is never come back again
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13. |
Too Much Rushkoff
03:05
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We're doing for oil in the grave yard justto hold on to our exploits your grandma's bones will heat our homes and so will yours but that's not enough for me I have ten children to feed
I'd put a bullet through my head of I thought that things would change but I know some things will never with white lined covered bathroom stalls of selfishness I hate you all well at least your having a great time a grand time
I get the feeling we're all narcissistic eves selling apples from the garden let's make some children to regain our innocence because we're all filthy fucking bastards of disgust
I'd put a bullet through my head of I thought that things would change but I know some things will never with white lined covered bathroom stalls of selfishness I hate you all well at least your having a great time a grand time
Hold me close won't you hold me close all good things come to an end for me
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Hobo Bastard Tempe, Arizona
Three shitbags from the desert
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