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i was drunk
i had slayer in my head
i was wishing i was dead
and i was sitting at a corner booth drinking down the drain
that's where i stay
how'd i ever make it never thought i reach this age
and it's a shame
cause when the devil came to take his due
he didn't do a thing i couldn't do on my own
but i was in a million pieces i was living on parole
i don't feel at all like i thought
carved into the divebar bathroom wall
my head swims
my heart hangs low
pleading to the crossed out faces
take me home
and it's a lie it's all layer of regret
and i'll be sleeping near the trash can
rotten to the core at the corner store
just trying to scrape enough to score
nothing's ever worked out
nothing ever did before
it's such a mess
it's a burden and an anchor
overwhelming me with stress
there's nothing left
i'll ever miss
so you can drop the bomb
and you can burn the rest of this
i don't have to vanish
i've always been nothing
so won't you knock one back, or drink a 30 pack with me
i don't have to vanish
i've always been nothing
i've been nothing nothing nothing notjhigtoignoitngojtngojn
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2. |
Warning Lights
01:27
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It was hotter than a mortar shell
All warning lights were blaring
We left rubber melting on the road
Cause we couldn't take the boring repetition of these summer days
Passing out and heaving
If there's something that would cure our hearts
We wouldn't have believed it
First thing we made it out of town
and left the whole damn place to rot
Inside it's steel and concrete coffin
But we still have not forgotten
So now we kill ourselves to calm ourselves
Wish that we could heal ourselves
But we left our selves on rusted shelves, in parking lots, in prison cells
Never fails, we're hollow shells
We never seem to break these spells
And I know we've lost some contact with reality
These languages and actions
Are just so surreal it seems
If they're so strange, then we're from space
Maybe we're still in America, but I don't feel none too brave
And last night you drove that stolen car onto a frozen lake
Spun the wheels and gunned the engine
Praying somehow it don't break
But then the other side of where we've been
Police cars and firemen
Was it too late to try again?
Did you have cuts you couldn't mend?
We're we just trying to pretend?
I know, but I can't comprehend
I hope I see you in the end
My regards to you I send
My old best friend.
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Run For Cover
02:01
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i started out tonight like i normally do,
i put a few drinks down tryin get my mind off of you
this time it took a few more
and so i called up a friend to get a ride anywhre
the first time we talked in weeks i swear
as we rode down icy streets
the emptiness in this town really hit me at once
we ran outta gas on the side of the road
and the engine shut down,
but not the radio
not the radioowhoooaaaawhooaaa
started singing along to a song that i love
i felt the chill in my bones and the ice in my blood
but we found a reason to smile
we had no reasons
shoulda run for cover at the first glance
shoulda left this place while i still had a chance
i ain't got no reason to stay
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4. |
Coal Mines
01:20
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you burned like fire in the coal mines
sayin ditch this town, let's leave tonight
cause every vein has run dry, the canaries all died
and i tried to save that last look at ya
when you drove off in our neighbor's crown victoria
and i knew you were gonna be bound
for some far off place and tomorrow i'd be back underground
but somehow
if my lungs don't fail
my heart don't break
i'll find you again no matter what it takes
i finally have a reason not to let myself fall apart
i swear that day, i died inside
i've seen those busted tail lights leave a thousand times in my mind
everyday i wonder why i didn't take that ride, kiss this old mine town goodbye
might as well cut the line
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5. |
Single Cell
01:31
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--GUNHED MUSIC--
too many bad nights
too much drinkin alone
so much of "real life" just happens on the screen of a phone
did we miss the battle noise
did we miss the smoke in the air
what happened to us?
do we see it all and not even care?
but little flash bangs explode like shells in the dark
completely paralyzed and helpless as we're showered in sparks
if life's a battlefield
then we're all casualties
they don't give purple hearts for broken hearts or anxieties
motionless and mesmerized in shrapnel and sparks
so read the last rites what can we say for ourselves
this can't be normal
we're devolving into just single cells
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Enthusiast
01:07
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one or two nights a week
turned three or four
three or four turned into six
and on seven? there's no reason not too i guess
i'm an enthusiast.
worn out like these couch springs
don't even push back
unfurnished apartment, i ain't even unpacked
crushed cans and bottle caps
but i've cleared a path
before you judge you should know: it ain't that bad
you talk about your hobbies
well i've got mine too
this level of focus is just way beyond you
you wouldn't understand how i do
when afternoon light blares through windows
and pierces my eyelids all red and distressed
when i'm writhing and covered in sick and in sweat
it's just that i'm an enthusiast
god bless, i'm an enthusiast
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7. |
Broken Mirror
01:53
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when i tell you those sweet words
and i bid you farewell
just know i can't be waiting on a train
that someone else derailed
and i'll just spend more nights in my records
and even more of those nights in whiskey and tears
but maybe you'll be there for me someday
maybe i'll have the strength to kill that pride
open up these arms to you, make something from this broken life
til then i'm walking alone
in the deserts and plains of america
i'm an american boy and i was born to roam
but locked forever in an old man's soul
and how can i help it if i wanna be the one
that makes it alright
how can i help it that i dream of you
you're never far from my mind
and when i sing these songs
to my broken mirror
and i wish to god
more than anything
that you were here
i pour my heart out everynight
and close my eyes
i beat this heart until it's dry
then i bid you sweet goodnight
bittersweet goodnight
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8. |
Dearly Defeated
00:48
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ears
won't stop ringing
this is my escape
they can all burn in hell
i'll take this to my grave
they wanna make you feel like you're the only one
that's not playing their game
they'll chew you up and spit you out
but i swear you'll be ok
cause we don't need the victory
it's not for us
participation trophies
not for us
we'll always have all we need here
losers of the year
we're the dearly defeated
so what..everybody's sick
everybody's running away from everything
what are you a troublemaker?
ahhhh
AAAAAhh
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there's a generation in competition of who is most delicate
the award goes out based on how offended one can get
but on the other side of the line in the sand is a brown shirt regiment
itching for another blue and gray with the vitriol they spit
and as much as i'd like to think it's just the loudest 1%
i can't help recall who we elected president
and so everything's a mess
and we all want someone to blame
but tell me, how'd that work out
with adolf...what's his name
and before you point your finger take some time to stop and think
try starting in your own home
right above your bathroom sink
and i don't know just when we lost the way
we paint ourselves in black and white
but the truth's a lot more gray
and i wish i could say it wasn't true
but america, america, this is you
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10. |
The Steel Helmet
02:21
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his ship is drifting outta sight
(she's) standing on the dock
cold wind in the moonlight
it's all weighing on her mind
rusted steel and crashing waves
tiger sharks and tiger tanks
and all the miles he'll be away
when the morning comes
and how he said he'd be ok
it's something that has to be done
she dreams about the distant shore
the casualties and fog of war
she realized, her heart torn, that he's not her little boy no more
his heart's as strong as his helmet
dreamed bout this day since he was ten
but it was hard to see her cry
like on that day his brother died
he's all she had left in her life
he promised to come back alive
mama loves her child and child loves his rifle
she's fighting to pay bills and he's fighting for survival
in between them is more than just miles
now her boy is coming back, if only for a while
got pinned down under fire
then got blasted by the shrapnel
she's pacing back and forth, anticipating his arrival
with his shiny purple heart
he's walking up the jet way
he don't have the same face
but he smiles just the same way
her head is in her hands
her heart is aching with denial
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11. |
Collapse
02:05
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like when the dam collapses
like when the snow all melts
when you've shed every tear
and shed the skin of your former self
who was standing by your side
when they left you there to die everytime
they see you shaking hands, your shifting eyes, and your bended knee
not looking for consent, they're only taking what they need
who'd help you dry your eyes
or who'll help you break their spines anytime
why is the only thing i can say
"things will get better in time"
how can i help you
off of this ledge
when i see how you're broken inside
i couldn't face this world if you died
so let's go find distractions
let's make another song
or daydrink, play pinball, blast Propagandhi, and sing along
we'll laugh at inside jokes
while we're in strangleholds
just tonight
it's the only thing i can say
things all get better sometimes
can't change the past, but these memories last
so the past will look better in time
like when the summer's heat is over
killed by autumn breeze
i hope you find a way to rid yourself of this disease
til then i'm on your side
i know how hard you've tried
everytime.
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12. |
Lonesome in the Lonestar
03:02
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Thanks, Travis "T-WEST" West, for co-writing via drunk text!!!!
i grew up under a flag with three bright stars
gonna take some time to get used to just one
and i've always been prone to be the ramblin kind
but tonight, i shoulda just rambled home
sitting here drinking beer after beer not talking to anyone else
i wish i could say that it was for the best
why bother (x3)
i should just be drinking in an old man's bar
why bother (x3)
alone and lonesome in the lonestar
i opened my heart and it got torn up
by these hands with the worst shakes
and i don't know what's worse
the tears or the breaks
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the sun is hot up in the sky today
and it's burning brighter than hell
hey there's a red head little girl in a wedding veil
you know her boyfriend just got outta jail
they're just in luck to be alive right now
they're gonna run before that disappears
gonna make it to the border in that beat up old toyota
hit the interstate and shake the long arm of the law
make it to the sea or to the city tonight
they gonna run run urn run run runr unr urnf urnf iurnf kuwrf
they're the only car on the road right now
got the rock and roll playing and windows down
bout to head off to another desert town
where the banks ain't secure
and the sheriff's halfway drunk
he's sitting on his hands tonight
they can run as long as they have to
bonnie and clyde in the badlands of america
when he smiles she can almost see the dillinger of west texas
what's the point of living at all, if you ain't living reckless?
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