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Fuck Around
02:40
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How ya wanna do this?
Come on ya motherfucker,
catch this fade and fuck off
Yeah? well fuck around and find out
orange vest, plastered, torn jean jacket
spittin image of some discharge bastard
walking by hes fucking plastered
while some asshole drives past faster
Well I'm walking down the street with a cute boy on my arm, tryina get it put in me- you know, its one of those days- when some fucken asshole comes up and calls me a faggot, so I take my cigarette and put it out right inbetween his eyes
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call me a cab
02:47
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I don't wanna hear about respectin the law
They dont keep us safe, we dont need em at all
We'll take em all
Bring what you need
Hush baby now, it'll be over soon
A thin blue line o blood, and its paintin a room
A few bad apples? ah, nah, you had your time
You've made your case, now here is mine
We'll take em all
Bring what you need
Call me a cab
It starts at a station, then the state starts to fall
Hear you cryin out, hear you answer the call?
They don't keep us safe, we don't need em at all
I don't wanna hear about respectin the law
Call me a cab
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19 and counting
02:22
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Hey man, how ya doin, its been 5 years today
And the seasons keep on passin, but I think about you just the same
A gun against my head, another overdose
I remember Javi cryin as my cigarette hit the floor
And I still carry that weight from that phone call that I ignored
A gun against my head, another overdose
We ain't all dead yet, but 19 and counting
It's funny how the pain fades, but it never really goes away
Is it cause i've grown to numb, or cause I thought about doin the same today
A gun against my head, another overdose
We all been to that place before, but I shot my shot and missed
Ain't all that tragic or sad, I just tied my noose a bit to brisk
A gun against my head, another overdose
We ain't all dead yet, but 19 and counting
Do their ghosts still haunt you?
Their ghosts still haunt me
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lidocaine
02:59
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So you said you want more?
Then drop that knife quick and drop your ass to the floor
Oh? So you split me up good?
I clench my cut fist and howl to get out my hood
Lidocaine
A needle and pain to dull the pain
Needles (burning)
Needles (numbing)
Needles (coming)
Needles, (Lidocaine)
The nurse walks in mad
A quiet night out east that I done fucked up
2, 3, 4, 5
They stich me up good, and I don't feel a thing
Lidocaine
A needle and pain to dull the pain
Needles (burning)
Needles (numbing)
Needles (coming)
Needles, (Lidocaine)
So they told me I could be anything
So I became a god
Lidocaine
A needle and pain to dull the pain
Needles (burning)
Needles (numbing)
Needles (coming)
Needles, (Lidocaine)
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Heard about a week ago
Thought I had another show
Guess thats just not good enough
Got kicked for some modern baseball ripoff
Nobody wants to hear me sing
Unless I buy some skinny jeans
Lose about 40 pounds
And sing about this dumbass town
Guess I'm just not sad enough
I'm just another fucking drunk
Another wasted year I've sunk
Nobody here listens to punk
"But you said you'd understand"
Stick em, stuck em, I stood out cold
I'm on the outs or so I'm told
Woke up in some parking lot
Just to hear about who I'm not
Don't you fucking talk to me
I'm here to hate, and can't you see
That the CIA paid Brand New to show up
And turn you into a little bitch
"But you said you'd understand"
Don't you know that you've heard
This whole spiel all before
and they said you could do it
with just four chords
but somehow you don't learn
and you buy that I'm honest
so if I just pretend, you'll buy every word
And so I'll play at bein earnest if it makes you think its "punk"
But its really all just hollow
I just want you to buy my songs
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7. |
25 to life
02:33
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Whatchu know about life in a prison cell
You couldn't handle some fuken quarantine
Whatchu know about life living real hell
But you say that they're all rapists and thieves
What about every boy that you fucked?
Bout what percent were blackout fuken drunk
Ah, but you a rich girl from the suburbs, so I guess consequences are a foreign fucking concept
But 25 to life?
Shots ring out across my block
2 men dead and an officer down
2 men dead and an officer down,
So the pigs swarm out and their man is found
But "man" is a strong fucking word
He was just 16 at the time
52 years later he stars out his window, bars block the view of the prison lot
But 25 to life?
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no words
03:01
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I was hanging around the town,
Till I'd pass out drunk underneath a bridge
Thinking every single day I was better of dead
I only stuck around cause else it mighta made you sad
And I know how you worried back then
That you'd find me face down floatin up the river
So now I'm not hanging around
And instead I come home crawling back to you
I don't have the words
I don't have the words to say
Half as much as half of anything I want
When I'm with you
I love you bitch
I saw you sittin there still
With a thousand yard stare piercing through a wall
You had a pen and a pad laid out all nice
A scene that I'd seen many times before
There's all these times that we can't find the words
Till the truth all comes out in a row
Wait?
You said I ain't been hanging around
And now you're asking if I'm leaving you?
I don't have the words
I don't have the words to say
Half as much as half of anything I want
When I'm with you
I love you bitch
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9. |
Roadkill Wasting
01:41
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UV BLUEMAN GROUP Indianapolis, Indiana
we play some kinda punk over here in naptown
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