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Get Down
02:32
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when you're kickin it out
get down
when you're sick of the fear
get down
I got the guano and sulfur here ready to light this motherfucker up let's fuckin get down
when you need a release
get down
when you need it bad
get down
when you freeze and can't believe your eyes, horrified by our times but don't hide, let's fuckin get down
and when you're all alone, just tryin to mind your own
when you're just one second away from home
and then a cop tells you to get up,
get down
can you feel that? do you hear it?
it's coming down
when you give up on society
get down
fuck all this propriety
get down
when you've been through hell for nothing real
and all you feel is the urge to fuckin get down
when you're sick of all the fucking lies
get down
bags under your tired eyes
get down
when your life aint what you'd hope it would be
take my hand baby, come with me let's fuckin
get down
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2. |
Everyone is Gross
02:02
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let's take a trip to see the other part of hell
I heard it's really hot but even worse there's people everywhere
a twisted mass of flesh and lies too numb to realize
the world is burning
plus no one uses their turn-signal
so burn it to the ground until the sound drowns out the crowd
I won't look back
I'm a legendary blasphemer and I keep to myself
because everyone is gross
now this motherfucker's gettin on my nerves
he's got everything, but thinks you don't deserve
a better life, a better way, we'll defenestrate him some day
decay surrounds, yet they obey
if you stay I'll wish you well
time to head back to my own private hell
hell, at least it's private
because everyone is gross
get the fuck away from me
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3. |
eneffayen
01:38
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should've learned my lesson years ago
it dries up quick but you
never forget a name
too many things left festering
sittin back watching while the wounds turn black
and the scabs peel back but you
never force a need
it'll just bleed on and on and on and on
I just can't believe I let it eat through me
it just can't be like this
something's lickin my wounds with a poison tongue
poised to run, but I'm numb and there's
no faith, ain't nothin
saw my friends in their tuxedos, they all looked like movie stars
I'm chewin my teeth, I can't eat can't sleep
I can't see the fuck how but I'm
not fuckin around now
too late the prospect of escape is almost divine
I just can't believe I let it eat through me
maybe it's running out of faces
maybe it's running out of lines
maybe I should've listened to that friend who told me
never fuck a norm
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4. |
Boomer Crimes
02:37
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the days blend together but the weakness slows
what the fuck's finality? every week less grows
it's scraping at the window like a dead prying hand
turn the heat on, it's fuckin freezing man
spent my whole life hearin about the way things used to be
the headaches won't go away
I think I saw something the other day that sucked ass
but when I asked for help it was gone
cuz the aftermath is static and the end is out of sight
but nothing says "rock n roll" like supporting the cops, right?
spent my whole life hearin about the way things used to be
the headaches won't go away
got no idea about the forest for the trees
same fuckin fight every day
nah, don't fuckin bother
just fuck it up on your way out
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5. |
Smoot
02:42
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when I take a look around, from time to time
well all I find are just mistakes that shook my corner of the world
yea broken glass may cut my feet
but grass grows right through cracks in the street
and defeat don't always mean time's runnin out
at least I know you always kept an eye on me
we took some hits but survived
the worst of it almost passed us by but we'd
never be taken alive
well now I'll never see in yesterdays
or years still yet to come
and all the blood you drew from me was yours to keep
but now there is no light down where the death of me lies
that reflection I see, it must be somethin else
denied
at least I know you always kept an eye on me
we took some hits but survived
the worst of it almost passed us by but we'd
never be taken alive
denied
I tried to heal but you left it bleeding
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