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Pipe Bomb
02:21
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Jackie Molasses had a piece of the action till the bodies came through the floor. She had to break before the party could take all the things she'd come there for. There is a faith around the world. There is a mansion on the hill. There is a hope in every heart. There is a pipe bomb in your car.
Philip the Puzzle was American muscle in the essence of the term. Raising the flag till the fabric would snag on the hook that he had learned. There is a faith around the world. There is a mansion on the hill. There is a hope in every heart. There is a pipe bomb in your car.
Hot off the presses Casanova's been texting every sister in the state. One by one how the damage was done like some monkeys in a cave. You're gonna need a blanket to sleep and shelter from the sun. You're gonna need a blanket to sleep and shelter from the sun. There is a faith around the world. There is a mansion on the hill. There is a hope in every heart. There is a pipe bomb in your car.
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Help Me
02:49
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Help me help me somebody help me I don't know you where are my friends is it nighttime yet is it nighttime yet can I go home is it nighttime yet
Help me love me somebody above me Jesus Christ or Tom T Hall is it nighttime yet is it nighttime yet I wanna take this shirt off is it nighttime yet
Hire me fire me come up here and fight me if you let me at em it'll be lights out is it nighttime yet is it nighttime yet oh let me at em is it nighttime yet
Love you love you yes we really love you everything you do is the company way it's the pepsi way it's the target way yes we really love you here at chevrolet
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Peace And Love
04:54
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Nothing you can do about anything. Setting all the songbirds free. Say another prayer for the internet and take me to the river please.
Bass and drums. Peace and love. All night long. All night long.
Amy doesn't know what the gun is for. Violence is all around. I told her not to cry, it'll be all right. And that's when she punched my mouth.
Give me all your money or I'm gonna starve. I promise I'm the real mccoy. The government's corrupt and they mean you harm or maybe I'm just paranoid.
Bass and drums. Peace and love. All night long. All night long. It's just so dumb. It's just so dumb.
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Attacked
03:15
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Will I be attacked today. Maybe walking down the street. Maybe in a page or on my lunch break. Will I be attacked today.
Will I find the words to use. Maybe in a thought balloon. If I share enough will my secrets make the news.. Will I find the words to use.
Somebody Hold me
Will I be attacked today. In the great American way. If I share too much will they take my rose away. Will I be attacked today.
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Time
05:04
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All the illusions, I took them down from the walls where they were just hanging around. A blonde intruder was standing there. When she got undressed I said a prayer. Only time could tie me down, make me wait and start again.
Every circle and every line saw it's failed dimension and rolled aside. I heard a hero begin to cry. A suicide came back to life. Only time could tie me down, make me wait and start again. I know it's good, it's good to have some friends. They can take you to the end.
All the comrades I left on the phone and all the women we had barely known got together and formed a giant raging crowd, joined hands and hit the ground. Only time could tie em down, make em wait and start again. I know it's good, it's good to have some friends. They can take you to the end. The very end.
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I Don't Mind
04:06
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Let's
04:15
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Let's take all the gods from the west to the east, Jesus and Elvis and technology. Let's roll em inside of a big fat joint and smoke em. Let's kill and be killed, let's sin and atone, let's break all the rules and do what we're told, let's die in a fiery explosion of grief and move on.
Spending all of my days rattling the time away. Leave me with nothing to say.
Let's face up to fear like cowardly men. Hike up your gym shorts and put out your hands. In the human condition dudes are expected to dance. I knew a man once who lived in the woods. He had no binding commitments or souvenir goods. I knew another guy on Wall Street. Both men were eaten by wolves.
Spending all of my days rattling the time away. Leave me with nothing to say. Leave me with nothing to say.
The sun's coming up and I can see to the hills. There's a tune on my tongue and it tastes like a pill. If you're coming with me I hope you bring time to kill. Cause I took all the gods from the west to the east. Jesus and Elvis and technology. I rolled em inside of a big fat joint and smoked em.
Spending all of my days rattling the time away. Leave me with nothing to say. Leave me with nothing to say. Everybody's queer. Oh my god how'd we get here. Oh it's just so weird.
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Online Community
03:48
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I joined the online community, surrendered my identity to a network that rerouted all my dreams. And now my soul's just TMI, I'd rather be my alibi and I can't talk, but man, I sure can type. Lightning and thunder, where have I been. Valleys and rivers, I recall them from a movie of a movie someone lived.
I feel so deeply connected, my windows are all wide open and I see you and you see me I think. This friend I met upon request she follows all my photographs and tells me things that usually don't make sense.
And tonight I tried to disengage and write down what my heart would say and Oh my god what a strange sensation. And the wires growing from my head have grown so long I can't pretend my eyes are red my tongue is tied and message me cause I'll be up all night.
Lightning and thunder, where have I been. Valleys and rivers I recall them. Lightning and thunder, where have I been. The spell I've been under has just got to end, after the next advertisement.
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Prince of Peace
03:09
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I thought they killed the Prince of Peace back in the year 32 AD, but I was stumbling home from the bar, stopped in for a pee and saw someone I thought I'd never see. He was about 5'8" and his coat was wet and his mouth was kind of open and his face was red and he just sat there cool as a can while all around him shit was hitting the fan.
He's the Prince of Peace, he's the Prince of Peace. He's a real zen daddy, he's about 10 deep. He's seen his share of society. He's the Prince of Peace, He's the Prince of Peace and he's just trying to make it through the century. So sit down buddy and have yourself a dream.
I sat down next to his slumped physique. He ordered another round, he said "Make it three." I said "Excuse me partner, may I interject? Why do you take three when one will do the trick?" And just then with a loud crash and roar a republican and a democrat wrestled to the floor and the Prince of Peace handed a drink to each and said "That's poetry."
It's hard to say what happened next. A bunch of raging reformists came in and started busting people's heads. They were throwing people out the door, said they just weren't hardcore. The Prince of Peace was unabashed. He said "I too know what it feels like to be an outcast." And they said "That's great, join the ranks." And then they whopped his ass.
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Amen
05:19
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Mama's got a house to run. It's Dr. Phil at half past one. She sweeps the floors and coffee crumbs and polishes off the rum. Daddy's got a new job at the bank. It's not the best, but it's ok. He puts gas into the tank and polishes the gun. I got a friend from St. Joanne. He's working in advertising, selling shit to kids who can't tell their ups from downs. We go down the Crystal Bar. Dan and Steve are pushing hard. They get me high on reds and whites and California stars. Last night I turned on the TV Set. The stadium was packed with fans. Joining hands and shouting chants, it almost looked like love. They said go, go team, yeah make it hurt. Our bodies thirst, we're overworked. We're sick and tired of getting burned and falling into love.
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