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Crescent Moon
03:32
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Crescent moon where have you gone? Recline in my backyard again
Crescent moon where have you been? Recline in my orchard again
There you are, slamming beers
Here we are lying on crescent, watching our fire floating past by and by
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3 a.m. here we go cuttin’ holes in my cranium
Diggin’ nails out my skull
Here we go all alone patty melt
Well tell me what you’re thinkin’
Deep Fried American Dreamin’
I love it when you sing them sweet melodies like
La la la di da La la la di da ah
And when there’s fire in your eyes
The billowing smoke comes through your nose
And my consciences is gone
I don’t know where I’ll end up
Who cares I don’t need life in cuffs
Who cares I don’t need no lovin’ fuck
Oh Susi when you coming home?
I can hear you on the microphone
Screamin’ sweet melodies like
La la la di da La la la di da ah
And when there’s fire in your eyes
The billowing smoke comes through nose like a smile
Deep-fried American dreams
Yeah!
4 a.m. diggin’ holes findin’ bones in my skull
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Candy Store Robbers
05:31
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Candy store robbers I’m writing you from jail
I did my part at the heist when you decide to turn and bail
So that’s when I took off on foot and tripped on a curb and fell
15 stitches and a night and jail
15 Stitches and a night in jail
They twisted my arms and made me scream
But it wasn’t enough to scream your name
Because I would never give you up like that
Never in a million years I would
So don’t you stop running and don’t you look back
I’ll see you on the other side of the tracks
I’ll see you on the other side of the track
Don’t you ever look
For lollipops and goopy eyes
Licorice and gummy fries
Truffle trouble cocoa kites
Corn mash wheels and syrup slides
Unravel sugar
Unravel liver
Sweet daffodil
Unravel sugar
Candy store robbers I’m writing you from jail
I did my part at the heist when you decide to turn and bail
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Crime Jazz
04:30
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Slouched over on a bench tapping my foot and doing my work
Twirling umbrellas under eye brows I’m always burnt
When the church bells ring and the birds chirp I black out
Just another boozy day just another boozy day
Shake my fist at the sky and ask, “Why even try?”
The mirror keeps punching me in the mouth at night
Skipping rocks skipping rocks on muh muh muh muh muh muh mind
Slouched over on a bench tapping my foot in the dirt
Who’s that person on the bed?
Who’s that knocking on the bench at night?
Who’s that woozy boozy man with a cane falling off the bench at night?
In the morning when I wake up
I will talk to my liver about it
But for now I will numb every bone in my body
In the morning when I wake up
I will talk to my liver about it
But for now I will find every soulless moan in my body
Oh it’s easier
When I die in the rhine with my hands in pockets all night
Wondering how I’ll talk to anyone who cares about it
As for now the hell with it
I’m rolling the stone I’m gamblin’
Meet my ghost my friendly ghost
Oh it’s easier
When I Die
Woozy Boozy In the Mirror
Oh it’s easier
So much breezier
Oh it’s easier
So much breezier
To Die
Who’s that woozy boozy man with a cane falling of a bench at night?
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Hillbilly Wit
05:37
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My hillbilly wit ain’t acting so quick
But I will think of something
To chap the bottoms of our hearts
And the past is just a stack of clothes piled in the corner
Reminding us of stories that we loathed
Oh why the long face?
It’s so pathetic
In the sticks when life was simple
Burnin’ ticks in heavy laughter
Hittin’ heads on kitchen cabinets
Stage blood makes the belly batter
So double over dirty teeth
Snaggn’ flies for chili meat
Shootin’ cans in the afternoon
With uncle Jackie pullin’ the moon
So why the long face?
It’s so pathetic
Why can’t I have a horseshoe up my ass?
Oh my!
My horseshoe toss ain’t riggin’ your thoughts
But I will keep on talkin’
To mash the taters in your heart
And the past is just a stack of jokes piled in a folder
Reminding us of ringers that we told
So why the long face?
It’s so pathetic
Every time I hear my heartbeat I think I might be dying
Every time I hear your heartbeat I think I might be killing you
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Ozone
03:53
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Swimming through an ozone sinking through a layer of existence
Sewing our emotions glued by the virtues that we break
Stroking further from our instincts
Floating towers baking our brains
Carried by the forces that carry out the murders
They’re carrying our coffins swimming through the ozone
Carried by the forces that carry out the murders
They’re carrying your flowers swimming through the ozone
And they face the sun propel yourself to the crest until it’s gone
And we hide behind our family stones to block the trash that flies at them
And we glide swimming in the ozone
And we hide swimming through the ozone
And we ride swimming through the ozone
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Howdy
02:13
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Open your eyes and see the open hand
This land is the best you’re standing in
And the hardest part of it all is when you open up and you
Build a bridge to mend a broken heart
You swerve to hard and never make it far
The hardest part of it all is when you open up
And see the light of day
Hola, Nǐ hǎo, Marhabaan, Ciao Ciao
The hardest part of it all is when you open up
And you hear your own voice inside screaming for that line to
Relax, open up your heart and say hello
Open your eyes to see the open hand
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Pace
02:35
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Pacing in doubt with you I cannot
Pacing around in love I can’t deny your sadness
Pacing around so lost I will not
Pace around with lost intentions
Like dust bunnies ruining our lungs
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Heart of Mold
04:49
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They peeped at us through spaces in the leaves
Humming hymns and chopping limbs from our frail bodies hanging in the wind Haunted by our families for good
And we do what we gotta do when we gotta do what we gotta do for food
And we do what we gotta do when we gotta
Hear from the angels
In a heart of mold you know that you are dead and gone
When you raise your hands and the ceiling is on your palms
And you hear from the angels
I wanna give but I need to take more
I wanna live but I need to break more
Silent children savage ways
Beggin’ for another day
Beggin’ for a good meal
Beggin’ for a real home
In your heart of mold you know that you are dead and gone
When you raise your hands and the ceiling is on your palms
I wanna give but I’m gonna take more
I wanna live but I’m gonna break more
And you do what you gotta do when ya gotta do what ya gotta do for food
Do what ya gotta do when ya gotta do what ya gotta do to kill you
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Hornswoggled
07:29
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We have lost our way as the people
We have logged our last day in the sun
As they will market you
They will target you
Open up your wounds and do what they choose for you
In your mind you’re free
But in your soul you know it ain’t so easy baby
No empathy they will break you tear you down easily
They will loot you they will defeat you easily
Freedom means they will market you they will target you easily freely
We can decide our fate if we want to destroy ourselves
We can decide our fate if we want to run for cover now
Fake my own death to get out of debt
Sitting in jail cell
Now what? Now what?
Now what am I supposed to do with all of my ambition?
Farewell to my outlet
Goodbye to our contact
Hello ozone
Goodbye to my home
Why do you feel the need to cut the wrist of your own planet?
I don’t understand it
Why do you think your more special than your neighbor?
Your neighbor knows how fucked up your love is
Your love is real bad
Hello ozone
Goodbye to our home
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