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Life On Hold
04:16
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Surrender my mind and sell my soul
Gonna give em away, gonna lose control
I'm tired of eating, working and sex
I'm ready for the world that's coming next
I don't mind the isolation
It's out of my control
I don't care, I got locked out of everywhere
With nowhere else to go
Is you is or is you ain't
Locked myself in the truck, huffing paint
Room at the Ritz, bowtie vodka spritz
Or a trucker hat and can of Schlitz
Yeah I don't care about it
Mind isolation
It's out of my control
I don't care, I got locked out of everywhere
With nowhere else to go
There's nowhere else to go
There's nowhere else to go
There's nowhere else to go
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TurboFaith LLC
05:26
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You can bury me up to the hips with violent fits all day
Comically intense because you take it out on everyone
Around you like we're trying to pound your face in
I want to be your friend, she said
I'm older now (And I'm trying to pound your face in)
You might go right past denial and rage
Exchanging your soul when you sign on the page
Holed up in a vacuum for echoed effect
The voices of friends that you try to collect
You say you don't know where to start
But I've been dropping hints like an emotional depth charge
Now you're leaving my car because you'll make it on your own
Until you're paying alimony via Venmo
No matter what you do, you'll never be the person I knew
Again
You might go right past denial and rage
Exchanging your soul when you sign on the page
Hold up in a vacuum for echoed effect
The voices of friends that you try to forget
Wrapped up in a blanket all quiet and clean
The strict nihilism of daily routine
I wanted to know but you'll never betray
The body of choices that made you this way
Leave the key under the mat
I'll be in your bed whenever you're back
They worked me hard in the warehouse today
Poked full of holes, rusting away
The mildest amusement I scrawled on your face
It's so loud in the warehouse when it rains
You're so out of range
It's so loud in the warehouse when it rains
I'm so stuck in place
It's so loud in the warehouse when it rains
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Love Shaq
03:19
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I got a Chrysler, it's big and black
15 miles to my love shack
I got a pipedream. She says what's that
13 miles to the love shack
Falling out of the sky like Copernicus on Percocet
To a speck in the back of my eye
Just a twinkle in the doubt, circle in and circle out
Make me twist and make me shout
Everybody's moving around and around and around
Keep 'em moving round and round
Everybody's moving around and around and around
Keep 'em moving round and round
So ahead of your time that you were born nostalgic
Let's bust a move for simpler days
Don't be afraid to freak the squares
Lord knows, it isn't fair
Respect and rest in peace to Ricky
Everybody's moving around and around and around
Keep 'em moving round and round
Everybody's moving around and around and around
Keep 'em moving round and round
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Each quick flash of thought in your head
Is a NASCAR sponsored by existential dread
The cokeheads are stoked, except when they're not high
The hippies aren't happy and the punks wanna die
You wanna make me cry but I don't wanna feel
You wanna help me out but I don't wanna heal
You can see my fucking bones 'cause I don't eat my meal
Baby I am Brian Jones, I just wanna keep it real so
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
And every single band disappears into the crowd
That's right
I disassociate with half a gram of hash hits
Rip the meat off your bones with voyeuristic detachment
In your caverns of denial, where thoughts aren't even flash-lit
To the trailer park your ego crashed in, your whole head is ratchet
Superstar, just swimming in the pool
I'm underneath the water and I'm looking up at you
I can hear the angels calling and they say it's time to leave
I've got my own private cloud and none of y'all can bug me now
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
And every single band disappears into the crowd
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
And every single band disappears into the crowd
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
It's overpopulated, dirty and loud
And every single band disappears into the crowd
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Dollop
04:12
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Sit back and watch me fall (Slow)
You won't have to wait long
For something more that what you've got
I could never give you what you want
Wait for me, we can last
I don't wanna be stuck in a frame
Becoming a thing of the past
She laughs and tilts her head
I won't forget, I won't forget
I was sinking deeper and deeper (And deeper)
And then I looked up, and you were there
Laughing at me
Hit snooze more than a couple of wake up calls
Cut loose more than a couple friends
We passed out in each other's arms a lot
You say you're living, but you're not
I could never give you what you want
(I feel trapped)
Wait for me, we can last
I don't wanna be stuck in a frame
Becoming a thing of the past
She laughs and tilts her head
I won't forget, I won't forget
Falling out of love for the first time
And I can't think you off my mind
Warm through the sheets, dreaming and still
Falling out of love for the first time
And I can't get you off my mind
Warm through the sheets, dreaming and still mine
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Man of the House
04:50
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Working all damn day to keep the lights on
Whiskey in my right palm, smoke a little napalm like
Well my old lady brings home the short rib
I put it on the grill and feed it to the kid like
The dog don't bite and the cat don't scratch
I'm mowing up the yard and taking out the trash like
White picket fence two car garage hot shower
The provider has authority, give me power
What I say goes
I'm the man of the house god dammit
Yard to the fence got my own planet
I know some of y'all don't understand it
Well this goes out from a necessary rage
Stuck in my beliefs I'm a dog in its cage
34, 5'10", 286
Moved to the city from back in the sticks
Chief commander, cronies in tandem
Country rendition of the National Anthem
And if that toddler throws a tantrum
Check me on that grassy knoll with a fuckin handgun cause
What I say goes
I'm the man of the house god dammit
Yard to the street, run my own planet
I know some of y'all don't understand it
Well my ol' lady's been sleeping with Stan
Don't bother me much, I'm a modern man
It's still my room, floor to the dresser
Raise yer kids tall and kill your oppressor
What I say goes
What I say goes...
What I say goes
I'm the man of the house god dammit
Yard to the street, run my own planet
I know some of y'all don't understand it
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God can be anyone you want
That's the idea this country was built on
Everybody's right, nobody is wrong
Who are you praying to, and what can they give you
Everybody's living in their own world
Couple hundred years later, everything's the same
Subjectivity rules the modern age
Delusional or stupid, you can pick your own truth
Cannibalize me if you're able to disprove what I say
You assign your own meaning to anything I say
Everybody's living in their own world
Love and die
Hate and die
Live and die
Die and die
Everybody's living in their own world
Everybody's living in their own world
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Llycra
03:24
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Had a world now locked away
While I burn at the factory
Used to live for the underground, but
I could really give a shit right now
I'm so gone
All the way
All the way
Had a life with direction too
All made up but it's real to you
Kiss me like you're stomping on my lips
Didn't text me back, had my stomach doing flips
Can you still remember
All the way
Can you still remember
All the way
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Domestic Bliss
04:04
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At the end of my rope
Clean hands around the throat of my hope
Throwing itself against the wall
Trying to get used to it all
I hear the voices from a lack-of-sleep induced psychosis
I see the faces before the memory erases
I hear the voices from a lack-of-sleep induced psychosis
I see the faces before the memory erases
I feel the void of the lives that I destroyed
And left behind a residue of thoughts I can't avoid
At the end of my time
Safe box to ruminate on my crime
Two sides of my brain don't get along
On my weak days you make me strong
I always knew it'd come to this
Living in domestic bliss
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Ciggy Gnardust
06:06
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Coca-Cola on a big red sign
I'm moving to the city again
Gonna build myself a better life and
Throw away the man I've been
But still a freak, take 'em straight to Mars
And baby I'll compete, gonna break their hearts
Gonna make 'em dance, they're gonna know it's true
I'm gonna make 'em high because they've felt it too
A better life without the rows of static guilt
And under pine trees up the hill
Drink whiskey by the chapel doors
I'm a burden, but I'm yours
See my reflection in a nervous glance
Devolving in an obvious way
Fall into familiar patterns
Grow more nonexistent every day
The life you chose is gonna wear you down
It's gonna chew you up, it's gonna spit you out
But they'll eat their words, yeah they're gonna pay
They're gonna find they're falling backward
Watching you hop the gate
A better life without the rows of static guilt
And under pine trees up the hill
Drink whiskey by the chapel doors
I'm a burden, but I'm yours
A better life without the rows of static guilt
And under pine trees up the hill
She drinks whiskey by the chapel doors
I'm a burden, but I'm yours
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