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Ghosts
04:11
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Red on brown
Blending the colors like retinopathy
Red trickles down
But that passersby are too colorblind to see
Don't talk back
Move to the back of the back of this stalled bus you call home
Don't relax
God is a vein that's long-since collapsed
Pinch the bridge of my nose
As yours caves into your brain
I couldn't help it
I didn't mean it
He sunk my teeth in
No one was helping me
Don't react
Until the truck barrels right through your living room
Don't react
To be honest these are things I know nothing about
Pinch the bridge of my nose
As yours caves into your brain
We all go white as ghosts
I didn't mean it
He sunk my teeth in
No one was helping me
Spinning at the tip of your nose
And smearing that balm on your brain
Haunted by your ghosts
I didn't mean it
He sunk my teeth in
No one was helping me
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Gridlock
Woe for Mexico
You know
All the trucks shed a skin
Too white to grow
Ain't nothing but the facts
Wake up
Wake up with lungs full of smoke
Wake up
Wake up with a laser sight
Falling on your chest
Get out
With some dignity intact
Get out
Get out of my town cuz it's mine all mine
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3. |
Warehouseburner
04:24
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I don't want to live in the city anymore
But I don't want to move to the country
I don't want to live in the city
But all the rungs snapped off above me
Won't you shut off
Quivering voices
Their melody
It's so embarrassing
Everything I love should be avoided
When they speak to me it's so embarrassing
Be ashamed
I don't want to live in the city
Where everyone goes up on the downstroke
You know I want to leave the city
But I can barely leave this brownstone
It's the fraying shoelaces
And the aching in my guts
All the eyes downcast
And I'm missing every bus
Breaking windows in the morning
Air thick with crushed cement
One of these days there's going to be an accident
I'm luck if I sleep for an hour
Over the throb of the daily death knell
When it resonates a song gone sour
I'll be lucky if I ever sleep again
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4. |
Future Tense
03:55
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I'm only here temporarily
I see my skullet in a limousine
I've got so much work to do
I'm drowning a cat in a sack
In a barrel behind the tool shed
You would now too if your mother was pestilence
You wouldn't know the first thing about future tense
My daddy says to look at me
That hazel eyes are my currency
But first I'll need to pay my dues
I'm squatting above open mouths
And dissociating on their command
You would now too if your daddy was like the rest
You wouldn't know the first thing about future tense
My hands bleed on the orange leaves
So your can get your PHD
I'll camp behind the irrigation ponds
And bury myself in run-off
When I hear their boots hammer at night
You would now too if you were running from the government
You wouldn't know the first thing about this mess we're in
I'm only here temporarily
I see my skullet in a magazine
I've got so much work to do
I'm drowning a cat in a sack
In a barrel behind the tool shed
You would now too if your mother was pestilence
You wouldn't know the first thing about future tense
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5. |
The Joseph Merrick Blues
03:49
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The first thing that you're gonna do
When my body caves under the weight
Of all this kindness
You're gonna gather around my bones in a glass case
Making faces at the monsters
Through the windows of electric cars
Dizzy on your out-of-tune kindness
You're gonna gather around my bones in a glass case
Teeth gummed up
With cartel avocados
Picket lines only on the warmest weekends
I'm not a monster
I'm a human monster
Just like your
Crack the blinds and burn your eyes
Someday your bones are going to lie
In this glass case too
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