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Flight of the Old Crow
03:28
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She asked me when I die, if she could have my heart to let it rest atop her mantle place.
I said "the jokes on you and you don't even have a clue, you had my heart already anyway".
She smiled with a laugh and stumbled as she passed a bottle that's quite never full enough.
The truth is I admit I try not to give a shit but lately it's been getting pretty tough.
Well I know that loves for suckers, and I'm a fucking blow pop so suck me off and throw me in the dirt.
And I'll sit there all drunk and lonely cuddled in my wrapper and bullshit myself that it doesn't hurt.
With a Rebel Yell from George Dickel
that woke up Old Grand Dad.
This Turkeys wild, Rich & Rare,
When the Jamesons been had
And the Cabins Still while the whole room spins
into Velvet Black as night.
And the Jim Bean shines through my soul
as that Old Crow takes flight.
I wake up after 2 to the light of the moon, insomnias a close friend of despair.
I punch the wall and scream until my knuckles and throat bleed while the smell of whiskey overtakes the air.
The clocks creeping to 3 as I lapse in sanity, while my whole shitty world comes crashing down.
While sipping on my drink I just sit ther and I think of BURNING BANKS AND CHURCHES TO THE GROUND!
Well the spoon is sitting lonely, the cow has a lame leg. CPS took Hansel and Gretel too.
Squatters took the beanstalk and the giant works for congress but I'm sitting here lonely, stoned and blue
With a Rebel Yell from George Dickel
that woke up Old Grand Dad.
This Turkeys wild, Rich & Rare,
When the Jamesons been had
And the Cabins Still while the whole room spins
into Velvet Black as night.
And the Jim Bean shines through my soul
as that Old Crow takes flight.
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$$$
02:05
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She's a cold cold bitch that'll make you rich
Just as long as you got her
She'll make you bleed, bring you to your knees
when you're left without her
It's a crying shame, she don't mean a thing
except for what they tell you
The media says she's important
She's green but makes me blue...
While Franklin and Lincoln are rolling in their graves
we're printing our enslavement and stamp it with their faces
To keep the wealthy in power and us poor in check
will be the dollars purpose until its dying breath
We're selling our time for an extra dime
while the rich buy all the laws
The American dream is a Ponzi scheme
to ease Uncle Sam's withdrawls
For greed and for war is why he's banging oil
and sending us off to die
or fend on our own and starve here at home
and jail those who don't comply.
While Franklin and Lincoln are rolling in their graves
we're printing our enslavement and stamp it with their faces
To keep the wealthy in power and us poor in check
will be the dollars purpose until its dying breath
We're selling our time for an extra dime
while the rich buy all the laws
The American dream is a Ponzi scheme
to ease Uncle Sam's withdrawls
For greed and for war is why he's banging oil
and sending us off to die
or fend on our own and starve here at home
and jail those who don't comply.
While Franklin and Lincoln are rolling in their graves
we're printing our enslavement and stamp it with their faces
To keep the wealthy in power and us poor in check
will be the dollars purpose until its dying breath
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track
02:36
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I got my degree in self harm, wrote my final paper with broken glass.
But I spilt beer and blood on the paper, and ended up flunking out the class.
So I thought I'd join the army, but I found I don't take orders very well.
Because I got upset and beat up a lieutenant and ended up in this brigadier cell.
And I'm holding the apocalypse at gun point
I'll bring God and The Devil to their knees
My convictions are stronger than a scripture
I'll give my life and die for my beliefs!
Then I got a job at a Wal-Mart, I might as well have slit my fucking throat.
The word "Union" was said and out the door they led and threw me my last paycheck and my coat.
Then I started writing these damn songs, now I'm my own boss and CEO.
I still don't get paid and I still don't get laid but at least nobody tells me where to go.
And I'm holding the apocalypse at gun point
I'll bring God and The Devil to their knees
My convictions are stronger than a scripture
I'll give my life and die for my beliefs!
Finally I learned to make explosives, I put em in police stations and banks.
Too early did they go now my cover was blown and I'm running down these muddy river banks.
At last they backed me in to a corner, I knew this time that it was a bust.
So I hit the switch on my C-4 vest and blew those mother fuckers into dust!
And I'm holding the apocalypse at gun point
I'll bring God and The Devil to their knees
My convictions are stronger than a scripture
I'll give my life and die for my beliefs!
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4. |
Red Dragon Round-Up
02:59
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I Don't want your Black Label, I just want your damn wallet
and I need all your cash.
I don't want your PBR, give me the keys to your car
or I will fuck you up
I'm a desperate man with a violent plan
for your clothes or life I don't give a damn.
Just hand over your trust...
Your lenseless glasses and your faux hawk
won't mean a thing when you're lined in chalk
from my loaded gun.
So hand over your trust.. Hand over your trust fund..
I don't like your retro band, I just want a couple grand
and I want all your drugs.
And I hate your fucking hair, Your bourgeois scene, pretentious stare.
now get in to the trunk.
I'm a desperate man with a violent plan
for your clothes or life I don't give a damn.
Just hand over your trust...
Your lenseless glasses and your faux hawk
won't mean a thing when you're lined in chalk
from my loaded gun.
So hand over your trust.. Hand over your trust fund..
I don't like your fixed gear bike.Your vintage clothes you fucking dyke.
I want to slit your throat.
Your bank account is what I need, The Pixies suck it's time to bleed!
Through your new pea coat.
I'm a desperate man with a violent plan
for your clothes or life I don't give a damn.
Just hand over your trust...
Your lenseless glasses and your faux hawk
won't mean a thing when you're lined in chalk
from my loaded gun.
So hand over your trust.. Hand over your trust fund..
I hate your shitty Instagram, your pictures should be drawn in crayon.
Your photoshop fucking sucks.
The tortured life is so cliche, but goodwill clothes are all the rage,
and Steve Jobbs was a cunt.
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Alibis
02:37
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I met my friend at the bar, he was an angry man.
As we shared a round he told me of his plan.
His wife had found a new, he was having none of that.
He asked me for my gun and to drive him to their flat.
I can see it in your eyes and the crushed pills in your nose.
The agenda wasn't right, I know how this story goes.
At the end of the night, the gory wounds will flow,
and when that crimson river crests we'll be burning bloody clothes.
So we pulled up after dark, maybe half past twelve.
Start to kick in the front door, no need to ring the bell.
He's armed with a broken heart, and a Mossberg pump,
And in a few quick bursts leave em both in a bloody lump.
But at the end of the night, who's cleaning up the mess?
Covering up your tracks, falsifying evidence?
Now we're running from the law, grew mustaches for disguise.
Like Jehovas witnesses we'll dress with well crafted alibis.
This shovel's blistering my hands, my arm muscles have seized.
This dirt is getting heavy and it comes out when I sneeze.
You said no one can know, I never thought it'd mean,
That everyone had to die and that included me....
I can see it in your eyes and the crushed pills in your nose.
The agenda wasn't right, I know how this story goes.
At the end of the night, the gory wounds will flow,
and when that crimson river crests we'll be burning bloody clothes.
But at the end of the night, who's cleaning up the mess?
Covering up your tracks, falsifying evidence?
Now we're running from the law, grew mustaches for disguise.
Like Jehovas witnesses we'll dress with well crafted alibis.
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6. |
Suburban Stand Off
04:29
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I'm so indecisive, I know that you can tell.
Everything around me is a living hell.
There's something you can do, I know that you're the best.
Grab my hand and come along we're gonna plan our death.
I don't care how we do it, as long as we're not alone.
Let's take a dozen mother fuckers with us when we go.
It's time to crack that fancy Cabernet,
and raise a glass to our final day!
We'll see who has the las laugh as molotovs we toss
In our suburban standoff.
Nevermind the tear gas just breath through this wet cloth,
in our suburban standoff.
Don't mind all the squad cars with their flashing lights.
keep firing your rifle at anyone in sight.
Once we kill the hostages and SWAT breaks down the door.
Be mindful of the nailbombs I've laid across the floor.
Cuz once they are triggered, the shrapnel it will spread
and hopefully leave a couple fascist pigs dead.
It's time to crack that fancy Cabernet,
and raise a glass to our final day!
We'll see who has the las laugh as molotovs we toss
In our suburban standoff.
Nevermind the tear gas just breath through this wet cloth,
in our suburban standoff.
If somehow they capture us alive,
Interrogating us against our will.
Just gently slide your tounge across your mouth,
and bite down on that cyanide pill!!
It's time to crack that fancy Cabernet,
and raise a glass to our final day!
We'll see who has the las laugh as molotovs we toss
In our suburban standoff.
Nevermind the tear gas just breath through this wet cloth,
in our suburban standoff.
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