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Junk Bones
01:42
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Got the bones of a junkie beneath my skin
I've got the heart of my saint, but who doesn't these days?
The kingdom of heaven is in our grasp
So long as we leave out all the "heaven" and "kingdom" crap
She died without a name, and the world just kept on spinning
No time for that now, not if we want to go out swinging
Rev the engine just one last time
Let the heat gauge rise all the way to the line
Ride the motor until it dies
Coast all of the rest of the way into the city line
Then I’ll walk for miles just to meet you at a diner at midnight
I've been looking for truth, and maybe that's a start.
Alright.
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This house is falling down on our fucking heads
The rats are chowing down on our fucking beds
Our bosses and our parents think we're fucking Reds
The commies think that we're a bunch of fucking Feds
I get knocked down, but I get up again
Can’t keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
The crime scene is covered in our DNA
Our lawyer sucks. Who else could we afford to pay?
Our friends aren't coming, no matter what they say
Our friends aren't coming, no matter what they fucking say
I get knocked down, but I get up again
Can’t keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
There’s a feeling in the night, I wake up sweaty
Words like “home” are disconnected from their meaning
No, I’ve never really believed in safety
There are things I’ve never known but will always be mourning
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Broken Heart
03:11
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want to be dragged by the sunlight
To brilliance and bravery
Or even just out my front door
For a walk down the street
And most days I sleep till it's already dark
And I keep the blinds closed and all the doors locked
And I don't even bother opening this broken heart of mine
Because goddamn, who has the time?
And I want to follow the fire
To a new world through this broken shell
And maybe when all this is gone
We'll finally set light to ourselves
But most days I sleep till it's already dark
And I keep the blinds closed and all the doors locked
And I don't even bother opening this broken mouth of mine
Because goddamn, who has the time for a song?
And most days I sleep till it's already dark
And I keep the blinds closed and all the doors locked
And I don't even bother opening this broken heart of mine
Because goddamn, who has the time for a song? We're gonna die here.
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4. |
Homeward Bound
02:34
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It's hard to see
The dust is thick
Greg tries to shift
Can't find the stick
Clear Elsa's eyes
Of the rubber foam
Everyone hold on
We're almost home
Park up the street
Turn off the lights
We're punk Von Trapps
In the fascist night
They're in the house
Beams through windows
They'll be surprised
We're almost home
You can't tell us
We won't be the
Subject of their poems
Epics scrawled on
Ruins where the
Inheritors will roam
How we got home
It's hard to move
The mud is thick
Greg drops the gear
The back wheel sticks
Not far behind
The siren moans
Abandon ship
We're almost home
Walk past a junk car
Check for gas
Nothing for miles
A house at last
Trip on a journal
Among the bones
Black sharpie title:
“How We Got Home”
You can't tell us
We won't be the
Subject of their poems
Epics scrawled on
Ruins where the
Inheritors will roam
How we got home
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5. |
War On Christmas
01:41
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Take down the lights
I don't do Christmas
Religion's fine
I just hate Christmas
I'll hang out at noon
But not before then
I think you're fine
I just don't wake up then
This place feels like a furnace
Someone's trying to burn us
I'm glad you're happy this way
But if I have to watch you smile
I'll pull our file
and finish us off today
It’s okay
Theories are great
But I hate when you say them
I understand my heat bills
I still don't pay them
I know my rights
But thanks for explaining
The day they're enough
Will be the day it starts raining
You forget we live in quicksand
This isn't sick, man
We won't be around if we win
But if I have to watch you smile
I'll pull our file
And turn both of us in
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I will die on my knees
If I risk everything, I might be brought there by gravity
Instead of fear of the judges
Or an eviction notice
We all die alone, but let’s live together
Take the bastards on
See you in the streets
See you at the jail when you get released
Call me “idealist”
I was born to lose
You’re a fucking voter
Who’s living in a fantasy?
We’ll never win
There’s a cop hiding in your heart, my friend
FTP FU
Burn it all down till the sun burns out too
We all die alone, but let’s live together
Take the bastards on
See you in the streets
See you at the jail when you get released
Call me “utopian”
I was born to lose
You’re a fucking Democrat
Who’s living in a fantasy?
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7. |
Into The Wind
02:14
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(this song is by Nick (they/them)
Scream it into the wind
I swear this is not where I end
you can claw your way up or just dig your way down
fear the dust fear the heat
this is where it went down feel the ghosts drag your feet
where the dogs and the train and your past all converged and took flight
oh they carry us terrified into the night
I will drink too much coffee and hold my fears tight
if they're gone then hell who am I?
write it down burn it up
if the past is a minefield how do we look up
just enough just to try to learn trust
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8. |
Face The Void
02:59
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I take my coffee with cream
I take my streets with a banner
I take my cellphones without batteries
I take my friendships with a mask and a hammer
My belt is too big, my pants are too small, my laundry isn't done
Now let me tell you how society should be run
Make some noise
Something to scream to the silence
Face the void
Of what we'll never hold
I take the long way home
Just in case we were followed
I take action today
I'll take the trash out tomorrow
My socks are dirty, but my conscience is clean, I don't have any fun
Now let me tell you how the economy will be run
Make some noise
Something to scream to the silence
Face the void
Of what we’ll never hold
Make some noise
Something to scream to the silence
Face the void
Of what we'll never hold
Make some noise
Something to scream till I can't hear my own thoughts
Till I can face the void
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And for once, the whole truth was clear
Everything's new and there's no turning back
So I'll seek no comfort, and shelter no fear
Where they plant orchards, I'll reap barren land
Egalitarians with empty hands
is it justice to split up the dust?
We are damned and we'll never earn bread
And so we shall steal everything that we must
Show me peace and I'll run from that hell
I'll head up the mountain, and never come back
Show me utopia; I'll call it a jail
We'll pick up the pieces to snap them in half
We're egalitarians with empty hands
Is it justice, dividing the sand?
We are damned, and we'll never earn trust
And so we'll betray everything that we can
And so we'll betray everything that we can
And so we'll betray everything that we must
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