1. |
Self-Help
03:33
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She got lost in the self-help section
Seekin' hope for human connection
How to die right and find her direction
She's gonna help herself
Back again to find her answers
To know the cure and causes of cancers
What philosophers learned from dancers
She's gonna answer herself
What am I doin' here
At last her final lesson
Gave up coffee and several possessions
Meditation with no expression
She's all ready to die
What am I doin' here
This ain't useful
After reaching her highest perfection
She published findings on paths to correction
A best seller, to cultic affection
She done helped herself
What am I doin here
This ain't useful
Feel like a fool
Why is life so cruel
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2. |
Noise Complaint
02:53
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Cops bust up the party so we hit the ground runnin'
Gotta move fast cause more 5-0's comin'
I live for the thrill so I'm gonna get my fun in
All cops are bastards and
Engaged in the chase so I gotta get away
It's a game of cat and mouse and I'm ready to play
Yeah fuck the neighbor and their noise complaint!
The pigs will never catch me anyway
Run run run
Here they come
Run run run
Everyone
Play it louder!
Minor in possession is the state's obsession
But dodging 5-0 is my dream profession
You'd think last time I'd have learned my lesson
All cops are bastards and
Gotta stay low, go slow and covert
Been sprintin' two blocks but I'm nowhere near sober
A cruiser cuts me off, fuck it's all over
Yeah fuck the neighbor and their noise complaint!
Run run run
Here they come
Run run run
Everyone
Play it louder!
Fuck the haters and their noise complaints!
Fuck the haters and their noise complaints!
Fuck the haters and their noise complaints!
How's this for another noise complaint?
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3. |
Leon Cooperman
04:00
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Let the reverend go to hell
Let the landlord live outside
And there's poison in the well
So we're all gonna die!
The conquest of bread
Will be served with severed heads
I toil over one one-millionth of one million pins
Just for interest on my rent
The manager cracks her tongue at me
Like a legionary's whip
I'm plottin' for her death
My legs feel like lead
And I'm barely gettin' fed
Let the reverend go to hell
(Let the reverend go to hell)
Let the landlord live outside
(Let the landlord live outside)
Leon Cooperman stole our wealth
The conquest of bread
Will be served with severed heads
Can't afford to be so poor
(So I know I'll never be rich)
We're all waitin' out the door
(And I know they'll never let us in)
Now it's a Friday night riot
Right at downtown city hall
We got those boogie bastards
With their backs against the wall
Malthusian lies wrung
Revolution has begun
Let the reverend go to hell
(Let the reverend go to hell)
Let the landlord live outside
(Let the landlord live outside)
Leon Cooperman stole our wealth
The conquest of bread
Will be served with severed heads
Mutual aid for the people
Will overcome evil
Let the reverend go to hell
(Let the reverend go to hell)
Let the landlord live outside
(Let the landlord live outside)
Leon Cooperman stole our wealth
The conquest of bread
Will be served with severed heads
And the power of the people
The root of all evil
No gods
No kings
No presidents
No jobs
No landlords
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4. |
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No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
Please don't go
Out that door
Baby no
Before you pack your things
Unpack your mind
We like day trips
And bottles of wine
Don't you remember St. Charles in the spring?
I know you do
Before you leave your keys
Just listen please
Y'know all I gotta give
Is yours to take
She was the sickle
Poor I, I the rake
Baby
Don't go out of that door
Before you leave this place
Just see my face
Come back to bed
Let's make love again
What's that our favorite poet says?
I measure time by how the body sways
Baby
Don't go out of that door
Baby please
I love you more
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
No no no
No no no no
Please do not go
Baby
Don't go out of that door
Baby please
I love you more
I love you more
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5. |
Drift
04:52
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Lookin' back when things they were so sweet
Time for days blurred right into weeks
Killin' time inside, the summer's heat
Things we had back then are the things we seek
Pictures hangin' down the hall
All that's left are holes in the wall
Lazy river driftin' with the flow
Around the bend feels dark and cold
You look back, but forward's all you'll go
You're remembered young when you're gettin' old
Pictures hangin' down the hall
All that's left are holes in the wall
Reminiscent of the past
What was gold may never last
It's driftin' away
It's driftin' away
It's driftin' away
It's driftin' away
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6. |
One For The Ditch
02:50
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7. |
Lost Stride
03:45
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Lookin' back when things they were so sweet
Time for days blurred right into weeks
Killin' time inside, the summer's heat
Things we had back then are the things we seek
Pictures hangin' down the hall
All that's left are holes in the wall
Lazy river driftin' with the flow
Around the bend feels dark and cold
You look back, but forward's all you'll go
You're remembered young when you're gettin' old
Pictures hangin' down the hall
All that's left are holes in the wall
Reminiscent of the past
What was gold may never last
It's driftin' away
It's driftin' away
It's driftin' away
It's driftin' away
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8. |
Geojitmal Hajima
04:04
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9. |
Do Right
04:07
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Please I just wanted to do right
Please I just wanted to do right
Please I just wanted to do right
Do right by you
All the time
Right here
By your side
Things were goin' so well
Get off my back and my feelings
I'm just a son-of-a-bitch
Do right by you
All the time
Right here
By your side
And the show is on tonight
What's gone wrong?
I came and I saw
Right where they belong
Blood lost what's the cause
It goes on and on and on again
I came and I saw
Right where they belong
Blood lost what's the cause
It goes on and on and on again
Do right by you
All the time
Right here
By your side
And the show is on tonight
What's gone wrong?
I came and I saw
Right where they belong
Blood lost what's the cause
It goes on and on and on again
I came and I saw
Right where they belong
Blood lost what's the cause
It goes on and on and on again
I came and I saw
Right where they belong
Blood lost what's the cause
It goes on and on and on again
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
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10. |
Seen It All
03:55
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I've seen angels
Devils, fables
Wi-Fi access
Basic cable
Tell you what
I thought I'd seen it all
Now I'm started to see
That these things just ain't
What they used to be
I thought I'd seen it all
Who was I to be
So naive
No matter how hard I try
I can't find that thing I'm lookin' for
Think I'll just close my eyes
And sleep
I've seen end times
God speaks end rhymes
Podcast prophets
Neon church signs
Tell you what
I swear I'd seen it all
Now I'm started to see
That these things just ain't
What they used to be
I thought I'd seen it all
Who was I to be
So naive
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11. |
High Noon
03:24
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The things you've done
Over time catches up to you
The things you've done
Bounty high, you're on the run
It's high noon
A fully cocked .45
You're gonna lose
Make your move
The devil is on my side
You're gonna lose
The things you've done
Over time catches up to you
The things you've done
Bounty high, you're on the run
It's high noon
A fully cocked .45
You're gonna lose
Make your move
The devil is on my side
You're gonna lose
It's high noon
Better make your move
It's high noon
Better make your move
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12. |
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Listen up boys, the end is here
Cause I'm tired of gettin' paid in experience and beer
Oh man
Goddamn, yeah, the band is breakin' up
Time to cut that hair, cover up them tattoos
Update the resume, maybe lay off the booze
Oh no
What we all really need are some goddamned jobs
Drink up boys, this here's the last call
Time to settle up this tab once and for all
And ya know
Still got 12 bucks in the band bank account
I don't know if I'll ever be a
Functioning member of society but
No no man the band is breakin' up
My therapist told me to quit on these dreams
She's also got issues with the lyrics I sing
So she
Doubled up my doses so I'm thinkin' more clearly
So I'll take my sad songs, you take your anxious licks
Tell the ADHD drummer to remember them sticks
Oh yeah
My mom said the church wants its PA back
I don't know if I'll ever be a
Psychiatrically stable version of me but
At least for now yeah
The band is breakin' up
We had good times
Loadin' in and out of indie bar dives
And we were all so sure
That our rock 'n roll was special and pure
But now my shrink says it's time split up
My dad said that I gotta grow up
So goddamn, oh man, the band's breakin' up
Let's break up boys
And as for this here last recorded LP
Maybe we could put it out for posthumous release
And some kids in the scene might pick it up if it's cheap
And honestly boys, I loved you all
We raged against machines and spray painted the walls
With our hearts
Goddamn, yeah, the band is breakin' up
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