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Aimless
03:32
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I don't know where I'm going
Not quite sure where I've been
Following a dirty narrow road
Scattered detours with quick ends.
I've got no map, no directions given
Too few people by my side
No clear vision of what's coming
But so far enjoyed the ride.
No peace and quiet my way
But it's sure as hell my way
Would you like to come along?
There's no security here
No plan for life around here
Just this music and a song.
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Daddy's Little Girl
02:34
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Your kids are fucking in a high school bathroom
Cruisin' town smoking weed.
My favorite part about daddy's angel
She takes it off with her teeth.
Cheerleaders, trophy girls
They dance, they flirt, they tease.
I don't wanna girl to take home to mom
I wanna bad bitch on her knees.
Yeah!
I don't care if your daddy's little girl.
Girl I swear by the stars above.
I won't stop till you can't walk.
I won't stop, I won't stop.
College girls got me in a frenzy
The best has yet to come.
The girl on her knees says her name is Lindsey
Her friend wants in the fun.
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3. |
Cracks in the Mask
03:02
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Drug deal in the middle of the day
Baptist church in the back alley
Payin' double, double for a dime
Keep your hookup on the line.
Bang bang in the middle of the street
Where the crooks cross paths with the beat
Got caught up way too young
With you older brother's gun.
Hey girl standing out in the rain
The needle's tear keeps you numb from the pain
You were stole when you were young
Now your sold for others' fun.
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First Kiss
04:25
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Do you remember our first kiss like I do?
We were wading in the water by the pool
The days were getting hotter next to you
We were two kids out of high school.
All I wanna do is take you for a walk
And we can watch the sunset as we talk and talk and talk
All I wanna do is take your hand in mine
And we can watch the sunrise as we laugh away the night.
All I wanna do is find the strength to say
Baby that I love you and I want this every day
All I want is you and I hope you want me to
Cause nobody understands me quite the way you do.
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My hands are open wide but my heart is closed
I'm ashamed of this life and everybody knows
I've got no place to go I've got no place to be
I've got no chains that hold but I am far from free
All I really want is a bite to eat/ a safe place to go and get some sleep
But to you I'm just another bum on the street
Like how can I get a job if I can't get clean?
The blood of a scoundrel runs through my veins
I lie and I cheat and I steal my way
Forgot how to love or feel true pain
Sold my soul to another tainted saint.
My hands are deep inside whatever pockets full
And I won't change the price for my political pull
Put your faith in me I'm proven at the polls
Freedom isn't free it's time to pay the toll
Then I turn around and tell you to behave
Tell you how to live, tell you to be slaves
Then I stand up above all of the sheep
Let them pull the strings to keep you asleep.
My hands are stained with blood the screams haunt my soul
There's no room for love in a world this cold
I'm a trigger-happy fool don't stand in my way
When I shoot you, dead you'll stay
The blood runs down the wall
And the cliques dead in the hall
The meter-maid is quickly slain
From crucifix hill we fall.
My hands are awfully sleight
And they want what is yours
Under cover of the night
I take my biggest score
And I'll take this world from men
Who stole it from the poor
Then we'll start again
My United States of War.
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6. |
The End is Near
04:47
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We come here to contemplate
The things we do the things we say
Our past mistakes.
Reminisce the battle scars
Try to re-align our stars
We just can't reach.
Take all our regrets and broken dreams out to the trash
Cause the cities are all burning and the people turn to ash
The monsters like to come out in the night and the sun is setting fast.
The sun is setting fast
A distant laugh
We just can't reach.
(The end is near.)
(The end has come.)
Focus on our will to fight
In the darkest part of the darkest night
No one expects the light.
Alongside brothers in arms
Ignoring sounding alarms
We have no fear.
Human kind is on the brink
You can't trust the ones you meet
The end is near.
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7. |
Sooper Nükle
03:12
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8. |
Dressed for a Funeral
03:54
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Been a long ride but not long enough
We've had great times and some were pretty tough
Memories were made and bonds put to the test
Not quite done yet but here is to the rest.
Our achievements aren't small
So let's commemorate then all.
Never really thought we'd end up here
Dressed for a funeral
Thought it'd always be the same way as last year
Never forget the times we had
Dressed for a funeral
Never forget the blood, the sweat, and tears.
We've played back rooms, we've played theaters
No names in lights, to most we've been unheard
Long trips in vans, long trips in separate cars
But we won't quit, not when we've come this far.
Might never tour the globe
But this small town band is all I know.
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Lost Cause
03:59
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So good at being bad that being goods too hard
Too late to turn back now cause you've gone so far
Down this road you know every twist and turn
This way of life expect every cut and burn
Love the pain and showcase all your scars
Your ambitions have slowed on life's tar
Happiness a joke loves the punch line
Hurt someone else don't you dare whine.
No place for you in the general public
Know your much different so you'd might as well love it
Get to the bottom of every bottle
You start to falter as you start to stumble
Catch yourself on something unheard of
Who knew a lost cause could even pronounce love.
She's a wrecking ball through your wall of hate
Don't believe in too little too late
Not a project to her your a gift
Her smiling face is enough to lift
The world off your shoulders
Past of your back
there's nothing wrong
With having a heart
She's the solution
To your equation
She's the best reason
To put down that gun.
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10. |
Meter-Maid
04:01
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Everybody's getting locked up for buying ganjaNow I'm sitting in a cell singing "walla walla"
Never thought that a plant would be how I got here
Seems that paranoia shouldn't have been my worst fear
Sorry momma but let's try to be honest
You had high hopes and nobody here wanted
This to be the first thing that I did with my life
Work just really made me feel the need to get high.
One, two, one two three four!
I just don't get it
Everybody does it
I just don't get it
I just want to fit in.
I get fucked up all the time
Just drinking with my friends
And waiting for the end
So we can sing a song
And you can sing along
We'll sing about the past
And all the times we had
What time that we were high
And took a country ride
Don't matter where it ends
Just cruisin with some friends
And if we go to jail
Then Kaen will post our bail
And Devon'll stab a cop
And I'll roll one more up
And Mark'll steal the car.
I'm out six months early for good behavior
Thought I was joking bout see you later
But I have no home, job, or any money
When I try to get one the looks are funny
Now I'm back in jail with a longer sentence
I was never very good with independence
I thought I could just take whatever pleased me
Not money out of the register apparently.
I'm out again and I'm glad you were in no hurry
Stuck in a cell I built up a lot of fury
I guess prison makes really twisted minds
Cause stabbed a meter-maid eighteen times.
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Cliché of an Idiot
03:16
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I have found my voice now
If I could find my words.
They say that it's God's choice son
But that shit's just absurd.
I know it's not my place and
I don't have the right.
My father said now dear boy
You've got to choose your fights.
Dear Alex, how can you keep playing the fool
Dear Alex, do you really think that you're cool?
Are you not capable of original thought?
You always try to be something that your not.
I think you suck
Fuck you, you suck
Dick rag, you suck
Be yourself you fuck
You'll never be me.
Your just another forgetful face
Always try to be the first one in space
It's already all been done
They've all come and they've all gone.
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12. |
Pirates of the Corn
02:17
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I know I'll never sail the open seas
No loot, pegs, or metal hooks for me
And I know I'll never have to walk the plank
So just enjoy this tale and have a drink.
Ya know it's always gonna be the pirates life for me
Me and all my mateys we got nothin' else to be.
We're buccaneers, we're privateers, we're pirates of the corn
We like to hold up liquor stores and take booty galore
To a life of filth and grime, led by the knife we're sworn
So drink some booze and say fuck you, we're pirates of the corn.
I don't wanna load a cannonball
But me and my mateys will never fall
I don't wanna climb a crows news nest
But I'll put your drinking to the test.
For me to settle down, well boy, that'll be the day
So raise your glasses in the air and let me hear you say.
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13. |
Dax's Lullaby
07:18
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Graphic Violence Villa Grove, Illinois
Graphic Violence is a four-piece post-punk, experimental alternative rock band from Villa Grove, IL. Striving to create a new breed of music, Graphic Violence's sound is constantly developing while still holding true to its gritty, punk-rock roots.
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