1. |
Door To Door
02:49
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1, 2, 3 and 4,
all coked up and i'm at your door
5, 6, 7 8,
Ain't got time to deliberate
HEY HEY
HEY HEY
HEY HEY
HEY HEY brace yourself tonight
steal yourself when you hear the howl,
hear the wolf-man sing for hours,
until the hour that you hear him prowl,
scream for your life when you hear him growl
HEY HEY
HEY HEY
HEY HEY
HEY HEY brace yourself tonight
Blood red eyes reflect the moon,
no time to rest in pursuit,
grab the axe, hold it tight,
no one's getting out tonight!
HEY HEY
HEY HEY
HEY HEY
HEY HEY brace yourself tonight
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2. |
Shitty People
02:56
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always talking,
never listening,
always taking,
never giving,
she thinks the world was made for her
tiny minded,
tiny people,
tiny hearts without no equal,
she thinks the world revolves 'round her
cause whenever she goes out,
wherever she roams,
she know's that they'll follow,
never leave her alone.
and she'll blow by,
never having to try,
god forbid that she thinks before she dies.
he can run but he can't hide,
he's far too fat,
he's far too wide,
at least he hit his stride,
at first.
four years, he gave it his all,
just to catch a fucking ball,
was it worth it?
now you have small balls!
but whenever he goes out,
when he takes a girl home,
he starts to sweat,
because he knows...
when he brings her,
inside,
god forbid that she screams at shriveled pride
shitty parents make shitty people,
like the god-damned worst sequel,
disappointment knows no bounds.
They come in hords and the thickest tides
deepen my hatred inside
enough to hope for genocide
because whenever i go out
where ever i roam
they seem to follow
never leave me alone
their pointless dibble
their trivial lives
being around them is my eternal strife
shitty people
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3. |
Howl
03:07
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Well if livin' in a prison isn't givin' you a vision of Hell, I wish you well,
And if living with decisions is an admission my mission is not to be that shell,
Of all the bloodshed and a metal bed, peaking out at Sun...Ahhh,
When seething at the full risen moon "Ahh-oo!" Old me, damn you to Hell.
Of all the tombs in old Monroe,
I keep with me this bag of bones,
and when I take them deep into the darkening night,
my soul, to keep, reborn as nothing over time,
so kill me and howl!
Feeding in your sleep, you're sleepin' I'm eatin' your outside inside out,
I'm so satisfied, it's thrillin' when your feelin' like a scout,
out and about.
And I could make a change, I could make the change,
I could make the change for you.
Of all the tombs in old Monroe,
I keep with me this bag of bones,
And when,
I take you deep and through the darkening night,
my soul, to keep reborn as nothing over time,
so kill me howl.
So kill me with your howl,
Kill me for a while,
Kill.
Then howl.
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4. |
Undertow
03:42
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soon...
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5. |
Twenty-Three
03:44
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soon, gosh...chill feller.
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6. |
Don't Freak Out!
00:47
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DON'T FREAK OUT
IT'S NOT THE SAME
YOU'RE NOT THE SAME
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7. |
Vamp
03:13
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Soon
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8. |
Crash
04:09
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SOOOOOOON... soon.
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9. |
Repetition
04:14
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SOON
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10. |
Debt Punk
02:36
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You don't need socks to see me barefoot,
see the ocean's floor to know it's there,
to shine a light at me to see that light exists,
I feel the same way you do not to,
Owe you anything,
I don't owe you anything.
Nothin' man.
You don't need God to see the Devil in your actions,
see the eyes on my face,
to fear the color of my skin,
I said I feel the same way you feel not to,
Owe you anything,
I don't owe you anything,
Nothin' man...
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11. |
You Don't Deserve It
04:27
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Soon!
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12. |
Ayahuasca
03:05
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She puts a whisper in my ear,
so much clearer,
I abuse my lungs in atmosphere,
A laid out plan I had in mind: "do your homework"
I've wasted so much of this time I'm
Lonely lonely waiting for a sign,
but it says "STOP" at every intersection and WHY?
we don't need friends for
this is not a war no
we don't need friends or
no was not anymore
anymore
this tangy earth, this tangy life,
is it worth it?
I've eaten some more ripe than this shit,
the sand below my feet, I wish,
am i sober?
I don't do things,
I sit,
I think,
I'm lonely, lonely waiting for a sign
but it says "STOP" at every intersection and why,
I'm on the verge of something old,
done before,
my face feels real,
I think i'm real.
We don't need friends for
this is not our war, no
we don't no friends
this is a not a war
anymore
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13. |
Trauma
03:57
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soon
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14. |
Road
02:04
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We're gonna "hoe-down" right now for y'all.
Cleveland, Oregon, Idaho,
I've been, lookin' at the road,
Denver, blenders, New Mexico,
I've been fastin',
long empty soul..
Breakfast, Waco, Texas toast,
Three bars, crowbars, barns and crows,
Orleans mornings,
back to the coast,
back to the coast,
I've been feedin',
feedin' on souls,
AHHH!
Akron, mackerel, life is a lie,
Bastien, baby, Nashville at night,
Cupid, is so stupid,
Grand Street, souls in flight,
Cupid's so stupid, Grand Street, souls in flight
AHHHH!
BLEECHHHH.
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15. |
A.I.
04:27
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soon dog, damn... <33
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