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Consider This
01:51
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You're on the curtains of a three-act play
But you never made your way to the stage
And we missed you, but not enough to write or call
Or convince you that the show will not go on
But it did and we did
Recession killed a business
Now we're livin' now you're livid
Will you consider this?
Recession killed a business
Now we're livin' and you're livid
Will you consider this?
Recession killed a business
Now we're livin' and you're livid
You're on the curtains of a three-act play
(Will you consider this?)
And you never made your way to the stage
(Recession killed a business)
And we missed you
(Now we're livin' and you're livid)
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AFAB
03:33
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Don't cover for me now
Because I actually wanna' be found out
And bound by contract
Mix some weed with Dextromethorphan
I'm down and out but now my hatchet's thrown
Chopped up my spite for mortal enemies
A bomb, our violent past implodes
Vanquishing fear, but fuck my memory
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone
It's just money nothing phenomenal
But low stakes loving that's just improbable
Like west coast loving nothing illogical
But west coast fucking that's mythological love
I'm in love with myself
With myself
Don't cover for me now
Because I actually wanna' be found out
And bound by Rx
Upgrade to promethazine
Was down, so down and out, but now my hatchet's thrown
Chopped up my spite for mortal enemies
A bomb, our violent past implodes
Vanquishing fear, but fuck my memory
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone
Stole you some blood soaked money for spittin' the topical
It's hood rich money short lived and nominal
This west coast money's inflated and bountiful
But west coast money that's mythological love
It's not love, but it sells, but it sells
Don't cover for me now
Because I actually wanna' be found out
And bound by DTs
Sip some more promethazine
Was down so down without but now my hatchet's thrown
Chopped up my spite for mortal enemies
A bomb, our violent past implodes
Vanquishing fear, but fuck my memory
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone...
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3. |
Eternal Tread
03:58
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She held her gun up high
So they smashed my window
As the cops drive by make her a widow
As their bullets slide through my mouth like needles
The blood tastes oh so good
But if it tastes too good then drink it slow
Embellish liquid dinner throw it up
She said I wanna' taste you sober for an hour
When the shots come in at a constant flow
There's brain cells lost and complimentary oaths
Now I always gotta' steal you
I never get to feel you
I'm always trying to read you
And always gotta' steal you some answers
Always love to hear me squawk
Always tryin' to wind me up
Always gotta' tease me
And always fuckin' feed me your answers
Welcome to a world where back seats drive
Straights beat flushes
Handguns saving lives
Welcome to a world where back seats drive
Straights beat flushes
Handguns save our lives tonight
Well with our guns held high hanging out the window
Through my bloodshot eyes seeped sun from limbo
Like a twilight lie it's a dream that's simple
Wake up, wake up my man you ain't sinful
Wake up, wake up from this fucked up limbo
Wake up
Welcome to a world where back seats drive
Straights beat flushes
Handguns saving lives
Welcome to a world where back seats drive
Straights beat flushes
Handguns save our lives tonight
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4. |
We're All Fine
03:32
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Got to find a way to get back down
I'm a ghost in conversation
I'm a flower on the wall every Friday night
They say this city's alive
But from where I stand, I can't hear a sound
I've got to find a way to get back down
Tell me again how we use to sing
With burning lungs at 3am
Driving through this town then we'd back it up
and do it all again
A breeze passes and the ashes fly
Step out of the car and pretend that I'm alive
You've been down so long these words may never breathe
You say, "Even if I spoke out the words they wouldn't matter when you look like me"
If we could go back and just live our memories
It wouldn't even matter if these words don't ever breathe
And I said, "Have you ever seen the city on fire coming up on Addison? It's what I miss most about home"
We grab our coats and we step outside
Just get back in the car and drive
If this is healing let the rehab begin
I'm all alone and I'm covered in sin
If this is healing let the rehab begin
I'm all alone and I'm covered in sin
We're the broken down and the left behind
But nothing's new and we're all fine
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