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Don't You Let Me Go
03:07
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If I fall from grace with you
Don’t know what I would do
I think I’d likely lose my mind
Peel apart like a rind
Hey, hey, hey
And a-ho, ho, ho
Don’t you let me go
Don’t let me go
Don’t let me go
If I fall from grace with you
Don’t think that I could make it
This feeling well it runs so deep
Don’t think that I can shake it
You are driving me wild
Wild as the raging sea
It’s you and me and me and you
For all eternity
If I fall from grace with you
Don’t know how I could live
I’ve done all that I can do
Now something’s gotta give
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Where I Am
03:53
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Where I am
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Feeling twitchy, my skin is itchy
And I just want to jump out of it
Pop a pill, shitty still
Can't take another bout of it
I am blue, what can I do
Other than endure, endure
Ill at ease, my disease
For which there is no easy cure
I am so ne-ne-ne-ne-ne
So nervous, so nervous
Feeling wrecked, the stack is decked
Like a dream where you're walking in mud
Come tomorrow, just more sorrow
My so-called life is a big old dud
There ain't no change
Can't rearrange
Can only play the hand that I'm dealt
It's genetic, you say pathetic
That's really hitting me below the belt
Feeling crappy, I’m unhappy
And brother that's a stone-cold fact
Can't get around it, confound it
People call me a sad sack
No one to blame, a doggone shame
If only I could point a finger
Bottom rung, I get stung
By an insect with a deadly stinger
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4. |
Under the Bed
04:07
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There’s a breach deep in my psyche
And it wakes me, wakes me from my sleep
It clouds my mind with a sinister feeling
Like I’m being stalked by some sort of creep
What is hiding under the bed
What kind of monster needs to be fed
What kind of name does it go by
It don't sing you no lullaby
There’s a terror that comes in the middle of the night
It comes to me from the great beyond
I jerk and writhe and scream out your name
But you do not respond
There’s an ugly mug staring back from the mirror
It looks at me, looks me straight in the eye
It don’t say nothing but it don’t need to
But I let out a hue and cry
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5. |
Mean Business
04:30
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The victims and the victimizers
Joined in their little dance
The latter sets up the rules of the game
While the former leaves it all up to chance
They both need each other
The way a baby needs its mother
"You know you want it, you know you need it
You have a hunger and I feed it"
"Yeah I want it, yeah I need it
Sign the contract, no need to read it"
It's a mean business
A mean, mean business
The troubled and the troublemakers
Joined hand in hand
The latter wants to stir up the pot
The former merely follows command
The psycho and the sycophant
Supplier and the supplicant
"You wanna eat it, you wanna suck it
You wanna throw it down and fuck it"
"I wanna eat it, I wanna drink it
Where's the contract, let me ink it"
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Work. Buy. Repeat. Die.
03:44
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Who thinks about their lot in life
And all the crazy things that they are doing
We applaud for the dumbest stuff
When we really should be booing
We buy junk that we don't really want
And then we buy a whole lot more
No never once do we ever ask ourselves
What we want these stupid things for
Live out your life and never ask the question why
Slice off yourself the biggest piece of the pie
Do as little as you can for each and every other guy
Work buy repeat die
Who thinks about the things they say
Before they open their big old mouths
We stand around chewing our cuds
Like a bunch of dumb old cows
We go through the motions of life
But we don't think about the meaning
Nothing seems to wake us up
Until death comes intervening
We want what we want And we want it now
We want it now
We want what we want and we want it now
We want it and how
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Our rallying cry, rallying cry
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Before we die, before we die
Who thinks about what they think
It really is too much trouble
It's a whole lot easier to live your life
Inside a little bubble
Sure it may seem like nothing but
A mindless exercise
But who on their horse is high enough
To tell us how to live our lives
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Good Life
02:58
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La, la, la, la, la good life
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la good life
La, la, la, la, la yeah
We got ourselves hot and cold running water
We got our food in our Frigidaire
We got our Rolling Stones on our radios
We say goodnight with our good Lord's prayer
We got ourselves a good internet connection
We steal it from our neighbors next door
We got our porno mags by our turlits
We swipe them from our convenience store
We do anything we damn well please
We live our lives of leisure and ease
No one tells us what we should do
And if there's no one to thank well we can thank you
We got ourselves early onset diabetes
We got from all the shit we eat
We don't ever wanna think about tomorrow
When today it tastes so sweet
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Homeschool Is for Losers
03:53
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Betsy and David are none too bright
They believe in God and they think they're right
And they wanna teach they're children to be like them
So they keep them apart from the great unwashed
The world outside gets stomped and squashed
And anything they don't like they will condemn
They will condemn
Homeschool is for losers
For the dumb, the feeble and the afeared
Homeschool is for losers
It's a crime the way that some kids get reared
Betsy and David think they know the truth
But they've robbed their kids of their time of youth
By keeping them separate from all the sinners
They don't put stock in science and art
They keep themselves in a world apart
They think that in the end they will be winners
One of God's winners
Betsy and David believe in Yahweh
Everything else to them "no way"
God's word is the only word that they wanna hear
They lord it over their kids like a staff
The rest of the world is all riffraff
They live in the united states of constant fear
Constant fear
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Broken Record
04:08
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I play on and on just like a broken record
I play on and on
No time to be retreating
No time to let it all go
No time to be a three-day weakling
No time to take it slow, slow, slow
I play on and on just like a broken record
I play on and on
No time to be a joker
No time to mess around
No time to put off your dreams till tomorrow
'Cause soon you'll be in the ground, ground, ground
I play on and on just like a broken record
I play on and on
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live for today
Gotta live, gotta live before it all goes away
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live for today
Gotta live, gotta live before it all goes away
No time to be a dirty liar
No time for your bullshit
No time to be deceiving yourself
No time for nothing 'cause this is it
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10. |
Bad Science
03:20
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Beliefs are like the air
They float around but never seem to come down
They are convenient but what do they really do
Is to keep you from understanding what is true
Bad science
Do you believe in alchemy
'Cause if you do I gotta a bridge I wanna sell to you
Some philosophy
You jerk your knee
Don't care 'bout double-blind
You got all the truth you need to find
Give me the data
That's all I need
Give me the data
Don't give me a pseudoscientific screed
Having faith is such a tricky thing
Without it you're lost but with it you're pretty lost as well
I rely on what I know
It's the way I understand
What I can know what I can really know
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11. |
Do Da Do Da Do Da Do
03:01
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Nothing that I say makes any fucking sense
Nothing that I do has fucking meaning
Nothing that I think is fucking worth the fucking thinking
I’m up, I down, I’m fucking leaning
Am I making it clear
Do da do da do da do
It's what you do
Do da do da do da do
I do that too
Nothing that I want is worth the fucking wanting
Nothing that I hope for is worth the fucking hope
Nothing that I dream is a dream to give fuck all
‘Cause if want for something I am a fucking dope
Am I making it clear
Nothing was all I ever had my fucking hands on
Nothing that I could somehow be fucking stuck to
Nothing was all I ever got for my fucking efforts
So I gotta say fucking fuck you
Am I making it clear
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12. |
Down the Dark
04:11
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Split wide open
Like a bloody pomegranate
Down the dark
Down the dark
Turn the screw
Wrench the bolt tight
Down the dark
Down the dark
Never gonna heal
Never gonna heal
Down the dark
Down the dark
Hot to the touch
Burns into bastard blue
Down the dark
Down the dark
Nothing I ever do
Is ever good enough for you
Down the dark
Down the dark
Ripped apart
Never gonna mend
Down the dark
Down the dark
Lost my way
No direction home
Down the dark
Down the dark
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The Revenants Boston, Massachusetts
"It was hell," recalls former child.
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