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You’re out to get it, tell em ready or not
It doesn’t matter to me whoever’s gonna get got
You keep on hummin’ like a hammerhead shark
I see you grinding your teeth, you’re only hot in the dark
It fell apart when you were kicked out of school
You’re always talking that shit but you know Emily’s cool
It’s locals only in the chemical scene
You got that bottle of X, you got a bottle of lean
Are you ready c’mon gimme the gold, show me the gold confetti
All this action you know I owe you
Are you ready cmon gimme the gold, show me the gold confetti
I wanna be your favorite thing to do
And in a minute you’ll be feeling the weight
Into the stretch of your veins it’s like a loving embrace
Then left for dead without collateral thought
Its just a casual quip from an indifferent god
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Let's Go Home
03:27
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I don’t expect the future like you do
I’ve got a lot of feelings you know I’ve got all this figured out
There’s nothing to worry bout
We got a really good thing goin’ on
You make me wanna come home thinking
Why’m I goin’ out all night to high five dickheads I don’t like?
The way it feels to fall all over you
I’ve been in search of meaning lately was so isolated, reeling you know
All the pain was sneakin’ out, then I spread it round and round
Then to hallucinating over you, all the reciprocation
See me smiling as the sail unfurled, it’s you and me against the world
The way it feels to fall all over you
Now I know my baby’s waiting for me
A stack of records by the stereo
I don’t need another last call, that’s all
Let’s go home
Baby beagles and my psychedelics
Little Lucy in the window
It’s been a bender but my time’s up, c’mon
Let’s go home
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I’m a stranger in this clean-up town
I could show you all around, I could take you by the ‘dozer
I was born behind the Firestone
Got a place all of my own that I’d really like to show ya
Gimme your love, gimme your love now I need it
Gimme your love, gimme your love now I need it
Physical touch, physical touch and I need it
I don’t need much but just a touch and again,
If a light is in your eye and the sun is in the sky
Gimme your devotion
We were jokin’ over bridges burned right before the city turned
Candy flippin’ in the ocean
I don’t even wanna break curfew with nobody else but you
When we take our magic potion
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I was in a bad place, I was on the wrong drugs
You were in the car with the radio on
Baby you’re right this time, I just can’t stop letting you down
I know it’s the best thing even at the worst time
You can move along things are gonna be fine
‘Cause baby you’re right this time, I just can’t stop letting you down
So take me to the mat, nothing’s gettin’ through to me
Ah you got a trap, I can be your enemy
Take it as a fact, stab me in the back
Keep the motor runnin’ cause we’re never going back
We were on the back nine, bullet holes in stop signs
I was in a daze, you were on the way out
And baby you’re right this time, I just can’t stop letting you down
I don’t remember changing, only the complaining
It went down like whiskey down the windpipe
And baby you’re right this time, I just can’t stop letting you down
So take it as a fact, stab me in the back, keep the motor runnin’ cause we’re never going back
You’re right this time, I just can’t stop letting you down
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5. |
Stoned To The Bone
03:35
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Hungover and over again like a lie that reminds
How boring it is to be falling apart all the time
Lose hold of the weight of regret
Keep rollin’ your own cigarettes
You heard the commercial, it said you can sleep when you die
I said it already let’s skip to the part where we find
How lonely it is to be falling in love all the time
I’m not what’s inside of my skin
Cant even remember the spins
They sold us together forever, a hell of a line.
I was in a bad place darling but I just can’t leave it alone
It was like a death cult baby and I’m bummed out, stoned to the bone
Hungover and over and then you awaken to find
Your terrible teeth that are grinding your poor little mind
Lose hold of the weight of regret
Keep rollin’ your own cigarettes
You heard the commercial, it said you can sleep when you die
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Freakin' Freakin' Out
03:28
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Doubled down in black, heavy metal snack
Got me in a way but I keep coming back
As I try to make a conversation but you turn and turn the radio on
Cigarettes in bed, city’s in my head
“Happy and naive”, isn’t that what you said?
As we fade into the 80s station and you’re sayin that they’re playin our song
Little killer settle down and take it easy
Kamikaze with the lemongrass Zambeezi
I know I know you’re gonna get your shit back right
But I just gotta tell ya, baby you’re freaking me out
Make me overthink, take me for a drink
Callin it a date like its Pretty In Pink
As we slip into the complication and we slide into the oblivion
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You're The One
03:20
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Would you share a smoke with a stranger darlin’
Could you share a moment with me?
I don’t mind the social pollution, you know I can put it delicately
We’ll practice the positions in due time, roll your eyes and slide me under your sleeve
Skip the intermission, there’s no suspense - the audience is ready to leave
Soon I’ll be swallowed with doubt
Soon you’ll be freaking me out
Soon we’ll be calling it something resembling love
‘Cause you’re the one, you’re the one
That’s fired off into the sun
Cause you’ve got a future and I’ve got a past
So take a picture baby cause it ain’t gonna last
I wanna be a Hollywood vampire darling, tell me what do you wanna be?
‘Cause I could really use a distraction from the never-ending anxiety
I don’t have no enemies and I don’t have no friends you see
They're only all acquaintances whose names are now escaping me
Like business partners and the mix, underground associates
When turning over counterparts why bother to exchange polite and quiet pleasantries?
Or ask about their families?
Discretion is a virtue, information is a vice
One that I really simply can't afford, the rest is easy, praise the lord
Experienced companions are covered well indeed
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Baby I'm High
03:24
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Every little swallow, every chickadee wanna roll around with me
But baby I’m high, baby I’m high
I was staring at the center of space
In the mirror, traced the shape of my face
You were laughin’ at the captain on the cereal box
But what if I need your cover? What if I’m just hungover?
Letting it all rollover on and on
Maybe I’ll stay forever
Maybe I’m too damn clever
Letting it just roll over, letting it just roll
Everybody I know’s easy in the breeze
Why ya messin’ ‘round with me?
Cause baby I’m high, not when I’m high
I was hurting for simpatico love
Saturnalia is never enough
Need somebody that can help me keep my head in the clouds
But what’s your motivation?
I’m not wired to stay
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Cuttin' Loose
03:03
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You know that I could see the danger
You know that I could see the danger right in your eyes
You got that animal behavior
You’re starin’ like an alligator out in the wild
I could see the danger
I could see the danger right in your eyes
Don’t gotta treat me like a stranger
You know that I can see the danger, how couldn’t I?
Baby’s cutting loose, gettin high with the lights out
Everybody’s hotter in the dark anyway
So whatcha got to lose?
Whatcha got in your purse now?
Lemme rummage through and get to know ya ok?
I know your love could make my heart stop
I know your love could make my heart stop, I wouldn’t mind
Yeah you could drag me on the blacktop, big shot
Yeah I could drag me on and on, and I’d have a good time
So let me in, into your heart
Let me hold your credit card
I think your friend might be a cop
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Right Note
03:45
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We all look for the love of a lifetime but we take whatever’s coming through
I was blessed with a path of a hard climb through the dark side to get to you
All this time I’ve waited to be golden, let’s leave it on the right note
I was born in the bind of a tightrope every evildoer coming through
These are times when its hard to be righteous and it’s easy not to follow through
We’re taking a ride and we take it alone, I’ve got this feeling that we can’t go home
From station to station, I’ll go where you go
Well they tore down the flats on the back beat where I saw something in your eyes
Where we put our initials in the concrete in this city I don’t recognize
All this time we’ve waited to get older, let’s leave it on the right note
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