1. |
Ripper
02:28
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How the Hell did we get here?
Bathed in solvent pitch and fear.
You won't ever leave this place,
cut your nose off to spite your face.
You worked too damn hard
for everything
that you don't have.
We'll give you this pound of flesh.
We'll give until there's nothing left.
See the dullness in her eyes,
oxy-soaked opiate surprise.
You're slowly dying in this place.
Cut your nose off to spite your face.
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2. |
Wait
03:15
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One hundred and Four, miles of highway
100 minutes I can conquer.
Every exit sign and run down bleak rest stop,
The stakes are set to to Hope, Live Free, or Die
Say you’ll wait, for me
Because these island nights,
Were made for you.
Tell me I'm the dawn,
That you’ve been waiting for
Cause I’m right outside your door.
Tying up my toes, and tripping on my tongue
104 and don’t seem so far.
You’re scratching my name into your bottles,
I’ve done the same for you on my guitar.
Say you’ll wait, for me
Because these island nights,
Were made for you.
Tell me I'm the one,
That you’ve been waiting for
Cause I’m right outside your door
Say you’ll wait, for me
Because these island nights,
Were made for you.
Tell me I'm the dawn
That you’ve been waiting for
Cause I’m right outside your door
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3. |
Need
03:45
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I told you of all of my idiosyncrasies and,
Your head yields to your hands, you give yourself to me
And I’ve done all I can, complete with vagaries,
Your legs are better than me, but I won’t let you breathe.
That I am exactly what you don’t need,
My inflated ego it will make you bleed.
It’ll bleed you dry, but so am I
And I’m not willing to
Take you down with me.
You said you’ll bequeath to me,
You’ll give me all of your time.
Find my punctuation,
And even out my rhymes.
Provide me edits
and it’s moving too fast
“Take from me my chances
and recognize my past.”
That I am exactly what you don’t need,
My inflated ego it will make you bleed.
It’ll bleed you dry, but so am I
And I’m not willing to
Take you down with me.
Don’t sink with me,
You’ll sink with me.
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4. |
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Playing hide and seek with my smiles,
But yours are nowhere to be found
Now we’re treading across a torn curtain,
Only 18 inches off the ground.
I’ve made my contact with a flash,
Reality it took me back
And now I’m still not coming back.
And if I don’t walk away tonight,
I know that I’ve fought the worst fight
And now I’m still not coming back.
Now you’re standing there,
You’re tattooing,
All those little J’s back on your hip.
And I’ve been there,
I’ve seen it all.
See I stood there and I watched you fall.
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5. |
Debt
04:18
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These flags are fettered deep,
Blind to brothers we can’t keep
Compassion something past,
In labor of debt class
What would you say if I told you
The immigrants weren’t to blame?
We’re all refugees from a country,
That doesn’t want us
And trust they still don’t want you now
And what would you say,
If you were carried away?
These can’t be our greatest men,
Self-dealing without grace.
With these winds all wound up
Children can’t be “misplaced”
:
We are the debt class
We consume our own
We are the debt class
And hard hearts can’t grow.
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Four dudes from Newport, Rhode Island that make loud, fast, angry music normally reserved for those half their age.
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