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when the payment is due,
but your screws are loose,
you gotta be on cue
and if there’s nothing new,
to sink your teeth into,
you gotta be right, too
rally up and dress to kill
lace your boots and crush your pills
run around and tell the gang
polish up your dusty fangs
everybody in the band
kissing cheeks and shaking hands
children of the tv screen,
chipped teeth, and electricity
you can raise your chin
bring the cash back in
and let the damn earth spin
if you fight and win
throw the pool chairs in
and then confess to your sins
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ya know you crack my back little lady,
when you tease me like you do
it could be simple, you and me simple
if you say you like it, too
and your ripped jeans put me on the floor
yeah you make me want to pout
it could be simple, you and me simple
if you want to try it out
oh stop
read my message and tell me what you think
oh girl
let me lean close, listen to your heart beat
you can tell me secrets little lady,
i can keep a secret, too
no one else will know, no one else will know
no one else but me and you
if i’m on your nerves just tell me
i don’t want to make it hard
i could leave you be, i can leave you be
we don’t even have to start
i can take you home little lady,
i can take you with me, too
it could be simple, it could be simple
just tell me what to do
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Eagle Beach
03:40
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new friends like fires and charmers
and charmers only live to be free
but i could never see, what that had to do with me
i never met one
well i’m going out to the party,
with a buckle on my belt,
to sing songs about heaven,
to the devil himself
we can win the lottery darling,
you can be all over tv
hey: i just wanna be a real good pair of your blue jeans,
but you never leave the house when you’re wearing me
so i’m going out to the country,
and i’ll smile and i’ll wave,
with a handful of roses,
for the good lookin’ graves,
and maybe i’ll shake hands with a preacher,
who will tell me i’m saved,
saying lalalalalalalalala
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Little Silver Cross
04:11
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watching the news man,
for somewhere to go,
waiting for something,
thats coming too slow
too slow
a good bunch of will-nots,
who fucked up in class,
and sold all their good stuff,
for gallons of gas
watching the news man,
for somewhere to go,
dying for something,
thats coming too slow
too slow
a little silver cross held tight in the light shining blue,
in a pretty midnight ford blowing heat, holding too
with a beating heart in the back seat now breaking loose
beaming down the road
they threw the town out the window,
and sat in the rain,
they had blankets and pillows,
they had hearts for brains,
they said that you can feel good but ya gotta be good to yourself
yeah ya gotta feel good, but ya gotta be good to yourself
be good
a little silver cross in the light held tight shining blue,
in a pretty midnight ford blowing heat, holding too
just smoking the days on the highways with nothing to do
just killing time anyway they find for a few
with a beating heart in the backseat now breaking loose
beaming down the road
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The Stack
02:45
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when you get what you want, it’s hard to catch pity
when you’re guilty as charged, it’s hard to look pretty
when you scream in you're room, does anyone hear it?
do you cover your mouth and keep it a secret?
if you make the girls dance, the boys will dance with ‘em
if you play the right cards, the stack will get bigger
when you gamble your winnings away,
can you work up the nerve just to play?
if you make the girls dance, the boys will dance with ‘em
well i hope you still take your trips to the river,
and the sound of my voice is giving you shivers
when you’re running away does anyone see ya?
do you cut your hair short and try to conceal it?
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Party Next Door
02:15
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we were sitting on the porch late summer one night with the good old crew,
when the party next door went off and took to the street
he had a gun in his pocket, then he took it out and cocked it and fired a few
then the whole big crowd went screaming and running away
took ‘em on a hell ride
bullets in the night sky
took ‘em on a hell ride
kicked ‘em to the curbside
there was a girl fight over some grad school student who was so confused
there was a bagman running around just looking for a sale
i’m not a pill-head baby, i just think that stuff’s poetic at times
but i always liked getting a little bit out of my head
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Crystal Pistol
02:22
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well i’ve been staring at the mirror ball for ages and i’ll never quit
i’m gonna shatter it to bits and swallow every little piece of it
and maybe it’ll light me up and send me speeding down electric way
or would it burn my body from the inside for a day?
you can’t die twice but you may as well try,
to be that grin underneath the black eye
i’d make that promise but i always change my mind
and it’s so grey
when you're locked to yourself with a frown for a face
and a life that just wants to be turned into hate
i’m gonna buy myself a little big sized kind of gun
so i can launch myself through space and straight into the sun
and it’s so cold,
with your teeth in your hands while you're left there to lie
and your money walked out and you can’t get high
you gotta get yourself a little big sized kind of gun
so you can shoot yourself through space and straight into the sun
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Tell Me
03:41
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he likes to roll,
in a brand new stretch type limo
and soak up the gold
from all he tickets and the tees that he’s sold
and we like to watch,
and fight over everything that he drops
lines? they stay chopped
oh yeah cause the show can never stop
oh he’s gonna tell me
about the mean kids crashing the bar
and the good kids torching their cars
yeah he loves control
of all the little hearts and the little souls
blood lovers on patrol
down all the hills, and the streets, an the parks, and the peaks, and the rows
all over
who knocked this angel on his ass?
he can’t swim but he washes up in his cash
some bills to rinse, some bills to dry
still he’s gonna try
you don’t tell me
y’all don’t tell me
about the mean kids crashing the bar
and the good kids torching their cars
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Daisies
02:53
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a ghost came over in my sleep to tell me
that i should find you
i should find you
oh, but i won’t pick flowers from another man’s garden
even if i tried to
if i tried to
the executioner is wearing lipstick,
the secretary is deluxe as all,
the president is blind and in a wheelchair
but the show is going on
oh it’s daisies when you sing that song i really don’t know what to say
i gotta look away
i gotta look away
i feel wrong, i’m getting dragged along i really don’t know what to say
you oughta go away
you oughta go away
the store next door is smoking, it’s on fire
the children take their turns to point and scream
and there’s a picture of myself hung on a billboard:
“have you seen this man?”
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Another Day
01:51
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another day
no dope
another day
no fuckin’ nose drugs
another day
no luck
another day and i’m cursed; i’m fucked
what’s a tommy to do?
i’m broke, ain’t got shit to do
when a tommy can’t pay
nothing quite seems o.k.
another day
no dope
another day
no fuckin’ nose drugs
another day
no luck
another day and i’m cursed; i’m fucked
another day
no coke
another day and i’m out of smokes
another day
no fuckin’ girl
another day in this bullshit world
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