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Givenchy Jones
02:56
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The final factor in a sudden change of opinion
Young boys without precedent
Set fire to the face of dead presidents
The seal of sanity
The answer to 'Why don't they?'
Grown men of every precedent are slaves to the face of dead presidents
Crawl like a snail upon a razors edge
Do anything when you call for me
When the possessor is possessed
The shaming and the smile
The in-between of have and have nots
The current state of my precedent
Is learn to hate the face of dead presidents
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Axeman Swings
03:45
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On a corner in the French Quarter
Something supernatural
Invisible like ether
It is not a human being
Something like a predator
Don't scare me Papa
Have a little mercy spare the blade
I'm drowning out these demons with that jazz
A serial killer and you and i
On the thin line between one who does or doesn't spare lives
You can see that there are warring factions
Fighting in the distance of my mind
You can see that there are warring factions
When you look into my eyes
On a corner in the French Quarter he comes in the night
In fact or realm of fancy
The souls he takes from human beings
Will keep him company below
Man that axeman swings
Tell the whole ward don't stop singing
Play the piano till' our fingers start to bleed
I'm drowning out these demons with that jazz
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Were you awoken by the knocking of the door as they nailed to it The forclosure note?
Was there an abrupt end to your prescription fueled
Fantasies with Johnny Quest and Jack Sparrow?
In milk everyone gets to bathe to their bodies
And everybody gets a taste of honey, then it's gone
And in your waking state the women posted on the wall
Do they talk dirty to ya?
The great white hope
After an abrupt end to your promising career
Do you dream of an education in Southern California?
A winning racehorse gets a blanket of roses
But break a leg and take a bullet to the brain
Somewhere between the ammo holes and animal feces
Among the empty booze bottles and empty rifle shells
Beneath the garbage there is treasure
The greatest gift of all
Rarely seen but it's special
You were a former 1st round pick
Robert come outside and play PIG
I know like me, you're tired of hearing
"You never use your potential"
Don't screw up tomorrow, by fucking up today
Robert come outside for the pure love of the game
I know like me, you're tired of hearing
You never use your potential
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4. |
White Man In Black
04:06
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We could be anywhere taking maximum carnage
Plain bread tastes just like sacrament
Brothers, Sisters, Daughters, Sons
Whistling requiem's through the barrel of a gun
There's a white man in black running through a gated neighborhood
Preparatory kids through the window of their school bus
Yell out and holler
"Put us on lock down right away"
A morning jog with two .45's
Tonight we'll pretend it's the fourth of July
Shoot through the door if it isn't someone that you know
Don't go outside to taste the rainbow
Everywhere is not safe at any time
Your freedom and mine is not the same
Just want to barbecue and watch a football game
Even when buried beneath the landscape
Under amber waves of grain
It's not enough to hide my American shame
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Human INC
03:03
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We can be the protagonists
Or we can be your antagonist
We are both the problem and the solution
We'll set the record straight or turn what's black and white to grey
We are both enthused and disillusioned
We can show sympathy for your loss or apathy towards the cause
We represent both the hopeful and the hopeless
From law abiding citizens to Neitzsche's uber-men
We'll uphold the law and get down with the lawless
Always amazed and appalled
Awesome and awful
Human Incorporated
Unfazed yet easily swayed
The animal inside at bay
Human incorporated
Where
"Human is as Human Does"
We growl, but never bite
A tiger can't change his stripes
We can either stray or stay along the lines
Our hands outstretched across the aisle
Or we can see red when we don't see eye to eye
At the same time, we're for utopia and genocide
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Streetwise Pat
03:26
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I'm taking steps
Through a city in stasis
The sky is as grey as my mood is
Today and every day so come on
Gnaw my nails down to the flesh
The same old characters surface
Don't believe me ask Streetwise Pat, he'll go on and tell you
He's the last one of them left
The others all have met their end
Through some horrific circumstance
Staying alive is as good as it gets for the living
The block's hot like an inferno and so hard hearted it's cold
Pack of hungry humans scrap
To scrape some meat from the bone
It goes
I'm taking steps through a city in changes
It's ghosts are grey like my mood is
Today and every day so come on
The corner smells like piss and shit
The same old characters surface
Don't believe me ask Streetwise Pat, he'll go on and tell you
Pushers and preachers peddling
Different drugs, same addiction
And prey on horrific circumstance
The skies are blue but the streets run red
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