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I played in this punk band once and we turned our amps up real loud
And we stacked them as high as they would go
And they made these goddamn awful sounds
The people understood and they wept
As the dead rolled around inside their graves
Clawing inside padded caskets
As we kicked over the markers on their tombs
It's cheaper to be buried in a used car
And we broke bottles on the statues of greater men than us
And we rolled joints with the paper from the tiny bibles
That lay near their feet flowers at their feet
And one day we heard David Bowie passed away
When David Bowie passed away we just had to stop
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Waiting in line for the kool-aid man
There's mountain dew cans in the back of his van
There's percocet dust on his coffee cup
Got a brain that's full of cigarette butts
The pills that you're selling aren't working too good
I think they're just making me weird
Do what we do to survive
Bank your luck on an amphetamine salt
Well maybe you'll make it alive
Do what we do to survive
Do what we do to survive
There's menthol breath on his welfare check
There's nicotine stains in his chevrolet
If you mess with his baby gonna get fucked up
Got a dip spit head and it's full of mud
Do what we do to survive
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Low Budget Dreams
02:26
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Got high in my dirty room
Where I said those dirty things to you
I took some pills that I found
And I drove through this dirty town
Zapped in the sun I'm split at the seams
I'm washed out on low budget dreams
Hang my shoes from a telephone wire
I'm washed out on low budget dreams
They're cool boys and I ain't like them
Their breath is fresh like peppermints
Sex appeal for a mass appeal
All the dreams I have we're in my bed
Telling stories about all the drugs we did
It's all a means of self release
Wash myself down a drain spread myself on these sheets
Zapped in the sun I'm split at the seams
I'm washed out on low budget dreams
Hang my shoes from a telephone wire
I'm washed out on low budget dreams
Shoulder my plow like an ox in the sun
I'm washed out on low budget dreams
Hang my shoes from a telephone wire
I'm washed out on low budget dreams
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God is on the Mountain
02:03
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I saw the ghosts living under your skin
When you let them all out and the shattered my bones
Living gets hard when your head's full of dust
But God is on the mountain and he won't let me up
Might be sinking but I ain't sunk
God is on the mountain and he won't let me up
Might be sinking but I ain't sunk
God is on the mountain and he won't let me up
Are there stars in the night when I look at the sky
Or just dust bunny clouds on my ceiling fan?
Remember your house in the summer time?
The blood was hot when the dogs ran wild
I can move on, I can act like a man
But God is on the mountain and he won't let me up
Are there stars in the night when I look at the sky
Or just dust bunny clouds on my ceiling fan?
I can drive around town and I can get high
And stand on the hill when the planets collide
I can filter coffee through the blood of this earth
But God is on the mountain and he won't let me up
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Carpet Bones
02:51
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Smoked too much and I threw up
Spilled myself out on a bathroom floor
Broke myself down into carpet bones
I'm just a mean boy in a mean man's clothes
Are my dreams deceased?
Has the light gone out?
A record on repeat
I shot a black hole through a line up my nose
A gas station fix for a shotgun home
A group of teens jumped from a water tower
Just to catch a glimpse of the curve of the earth
Are my dream deceased?
has the light one out?
A record on repeat
Want to go home but you cant stay here
The world ain't that big at all you know
Soil to soil it's stuck in your shoes
A dream deceased
No secrets left here to hold me down
They're lightning bugs trapped in a jar
Soil to soil it's stuck in your shoes
A dream deceased
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Woodcutter
03:28
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Woodcutter s'been punching holes in his wood panel wall
He's just some chattering teeth behind type writer keys
He could burn this place down to the bones
Burn this place down to the bones
There's a spot in my parking lot for you
Cave cricket on a kitchen floor s'been staring up at me
He's just been hoping along on mountain melodies
He could burn this place down to the bones
Burn this place down to the bones
There's a spot in my parking lot for you
There's a spot in my parking lot for you
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Bible Belt
02:50
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We lived 1000 lives as inmates
As we tunneled through the floor
I know we'd never stay this golden
We were goners from the start
You built a chapel in your basement
For the pilgrims in the yard
Invert electric crucifixions
Drive your Honda through the lawn
The teeth of time they grind and grind
Dulled to rust on old saw blades
I know we'd never stay this golden
We were goners from the start
I know we'd never stay this golden
We were goners from the start
The teeth of time they grind and grind
Dulled to rust on old saw blades
The cocaine cowboys are hanging up their spurs
It's been a long year on the trail
They're long in the teeth
They're chewing through the filters on their cigarettes
I've seen every shithole town
And they all kind of look like this
Tell me,
Is there something I'm not seeing right?
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Rutherford
04:21
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I don't know what I got
But I'll melt it in the palm of my hand
Light it up and smoke
Take me to the promised land
We don't want it unless it's free
We're gonna live on the run for awhile
Shove a stick in your spokes
Gotta cut your teeth in style
Stick your tongue to the pulse
Go and scratch your name on the wall
These lights will guide us home
Cigarettes will guide us home
Building worlds out of pocket change
Spin the night til' it turns into gold
These lights will guide us home
Cigarettes will guide us home
If you fall when you're looking for God
It's just a phase in the master plan
Life on the range
Chemicals in brain
No!
Build me up
Spit me out again
Life on the range
Voices sing in my brain
No!
Build me up
Spit me out again
You told me I was nothing more than just a dream
A pin shoved in a map
Motionless, endlessly
Now you got me right where you want a pin through my spine
Now you got me right where you want me I can't fee a thing
Strung out in my room cuz' I'm smoking on what?
Attack and release on these baby blue sheets
Now you got me right where you want a pin through my spine
Now you got me right where you want me I can't fee a thing
Trying to grow up but I'm stuck in this rut
Attack and release on these baby blue sheets
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Dying in the South
03:14
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Do the ghosts in your bones rattle and moan?
I don't know
Do they bend do they break like telephone poles?
I don't know
Do they shake with the jazz of amphetamine labs?
I don't know
I'm just looking for my lost dog
Is he home?
Will the boys come home?
I don't know
Do the ghosts in your bones rattle and moan?
I don't know
Do they bend do they break like telephone poles?
I don't know
Do they shake with the jazz of amphetamine labs?
I don't know
I'm just looking for my lost dog
Is he home?
Dying in the south staring at the sun
I'm just looking for my lost dog
I'm just looking for my lost dog
Is he home?
Will the boys come home?
I don't know
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10. |
Kings of Tennessee
04:19
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We collide
With kamikaze killing sprees
Sinking southern battleships
We collide again
We collide
The distance of 1000 lives
Flowing through the shifting tides
We collide again
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Commander Keen Cookeville, Tennessee
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