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Deep Dark Holes
01:45
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No deep, dark holes and sharp rusty traps never filled me with terror they don’t scare me much
Because the pain that I feel it’s shapeless, it’s faceless, it’s forever
No genocides or butterfly knives in the hands of a problematic alley-dwelling vagrant
That don’t bother me much at least I can feel and comprehend it
Well, the universe sighed and created all of life and here I stand
Well, no stupid god or his brown-nosing angels they don’t impress much besides I don’t talk to strangers
Even if they’re made of gold and flying around above my head
Well, I heard lucifer was beautiful and charming and that’s all I need to know
I got no questions, no questions I need answering
But I got plenty of answers that I think I should be questioning
Well, no deep dark holes or sharp rusty traps never filled me with terror no, i’m not a-scared of that
Because the real fears are faceless, they’re shapeless, they’re forever
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Midwest Celebration
03:11
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It’s November small talking boy, it’s kinda hard to believe it
It’s too late to try and change but I can throw on a new shirt
They’re setting off bottle rockets
On a day other than the 4th of July.
Maybe the home team scored a touchdown.
Maybe they found that little boy who went missing.
Midwest celebration
Party’s over, guests are leaving, yeah it’s finally gonna be quiet
Smile big but pout a bit so they don’t know you’re happy to see them go
The sky lights up with roman candles
I jump, I guess it caught me off guard
Well, it ain’t exactly legal here but it kinda looks pretty reflected off the snow.
Midwest celebration
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Something Sweet
02:52
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Well, we don’t like bugs unless their ass lights up or they make something sweet for us
As that big old oak sheds some big old limbs and the maples spin down their samaras
I need something sweet to dull the pain
and, yes sir , I’m worried about my teeth too
Like that big old oak I got some limbs to shed of my own
And I always got something spinning. Spin, spin, spinning
No longer fear no burning star
I’m ok with your ancient gods
But I got no problem with you
No longer fear no burning star
I’m not bothered by your ancient gods
And I got, I got no problems with you
You say you got a problem with me too
If we could fit the universe into a soup can I reckon we could do what we please
There’s no dust left to settle after the reckoning
Immediate decisions need to be made
Well, the present is the easiest for me to deal with
The past evokes momentary disgust
The future is not ahead, it’s beside me
I’m opting out of this collective hallucination
Do you see what I see?
No longer fear no burning star
I’m not afraid of your ancient gods
And I said I got no problems with you
No longer fear no burning star
I’m OK with your ancient gods
And I say I got no problems with you
You say you got a problem with me too
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God Is A Cop
01:29
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I think god is a cop
He’ll find you at your lowest point and somehow make it a little bit worse
I think god is a cop
Yeah, he’ll hide in the bushes and try to convince you he’s there to protect you
I think god is a cop
Yeah, you thought he peaked in high school now he’s got someone to really fuck around with
I think god is a cop.
Yeah, I think god is a cop
I think god is a cop
Yeah, I think god is a cop
Well, he must be a cop
Maybe god is a pilot
He’ll guide you to somewhere that you’re already going to
Maybe god is a storm cloud
Yeah, he’ll quench your thirst but some things man they might get a little bit broken
I still think god is a cop.
Yeah, I think god is a cop
Well, god is god is a cop
Surely, god is a cop
Yeah, I think god is a cop
I think god is a cop
well, god is a cop
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I Wanna Be Your Dog
02:23
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I wanna be your dog but not in the way you’re thinking of
I wanna be loved for not much
And when you feed me I’ll beg for some of yours too
I’m just your big, stupid dog
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be your dog
I wanna be your dog
You’ll accept me with my shortcomings and my anxieties
As long as I don’t fuck up the couch
And when you leave me you’ll always kiss me goodbye
I’m just your big, loving dog
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be your dog
I wanna be your dog
I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be your dog
I wanna be your dog
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Blind/Mine
02:35
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Sometimes you gotta remove the rose for your summer vegetables to grow
Sometimes you gotta cut off that head to give the other head a fighting chance
They say that spirals can move upwards but I have yet to really see it
It’s an eye for an eye but what do I do when the other eye is the culprit
I’ll go blind.
Yeah, yeah I know the end is daunting, but I always found forever a little harder to swallow
So it goes; get up to a therapeutic dose and try your best man not to think of it
It’s my stubbornness to itch the itch of seeing this whole thing through
I’m smart enough to know when a devil is a devil but everyone deserves an advocate
Where is mine?
Somewhere someone’s building children’s caskets
Someone’s getting high second hand
And I just wish that god would forget about me in his big ol’ master plan
Well, somewhere they're preparing for jesus
Someone hustled enough to pay their rent
And somewhere some stupid fucker’s got a big ol’ smile on his face
He’s just happy to be here
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No Flight Left In Me
01:16
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I got no flight left in me
I’d rather fight than be set free
I got no flight left in me
I won’t lend you a helping hand
Standing by the water waiting for lightning to make glass out of your sand
I got no flight
I got no flight left in me
I got no flight left in me
Asking for me to give in, your better off asking hell to freeze
I got no flight
I got no flight
I got no fight left in me
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I Was Never Really There
01:33
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Does this room feel the same even when I’m gone?
No subtle digs, no insults tossed around
Well, I’m not really getting a kick out of this either
It’s hard to recall, was I even there?
Wear the same clothes, cut off all my hair
I don’t want you to notice me in a crowd
It don’t want to hear you say that it was nice seeing me around
I was never really there.
It’s hard to recall, was I even there?
I said some things, gave you quite a scare
Well, I don’t really want to get pink slipped so forget it
I don’t want to hear you say that it’s the only way you know how to help
When did you stop being there?
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My My
02:15
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Hey, what was the last thing you ate? I hope you had a good day. What did you leave on your plate?
It’s a shame, the world will keep on spinnin’. I wonder how well it will spin without you spinning with it.
Well, maybe you should squint your eyes. I know how much you hate the surprises. My, my
It’s dark, the feelings you left on repeat. I hope you had enough to eat. I hate to see you hungry.
I’m a star! I’m like one-in-a-million. But there are really like hundreds of billions of little stars like me.
Maybe we should cut my hair. I believe that scissors still can be fair. My, my
I think that you played the part a little better than when we first started. My, my
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The Dog
02:31
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I don’t think I’ll go to work, fake puking my brains out
And I’ll stare at the walls, I haven’t done that in awhile
And I can’t sing loudly cuz it scares the dog
And I can’t play guitar cuz it scares the dog
Nothing really bothers me ‘cept the half-lit christmas tree
And I suspect ghosts or an ornery cat
It’s starting to freak me out, starting to freak me out
I know it should but it’s starting to freak me out
You say I don’t give a damn
Maybe I never will
I can finally play guitar, it won’t scare the dog
And I can sing loudly, it won’t scare the dog
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Countryside Clothesline
01:19
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All these haunts on all these streets
I could’ve sworn I saw a little ghost of me
I’ll sink down deep and build my well
Hand over hand, I’ll be lonely as hell
I’m a big, old tree with some big ol’ leaves
I’m keeping the water from my roots underneath
And when it rains, damn sure it will
I will still wilt
I’ll shed this skin and lose some fat
And god knows I’ll finally be right
Well, my clothes will hang off of me like sheets on a countryside clothesline
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Monuments
03:11
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So, you think the end is coming a little sooner than we thought before
The ice age has got nothin’ on what’s coming for us. Silver linings fade to black.
Well, I will still choose to be an artist or I will be in your audience.
While others will weep and double over, let me hold you and we’ll laugh for a while.
No, they won’t build monuments for us when we’re gone
No, they won’t
When scientists find our scattered remains, they will quiver but with calculated poise.
But they won’t know nothing about the good times; shootin’ shit, getting lost, and making noise.
No, they won’t build monuments for us when we’re gone
No, they won’t place cultural institutions in our names when we die.
No, they won’t
Well, I will still choose to be an artist or I will be in your audience.
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