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The Worryin' Kind
04:32
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How was your day today
I really want to know
I want to know how your day did go
How did your day go
Did you get all the things you want and did you get a raise
Did you get something good that pays
Did you earn high praise
Doesn't matter if there's no prob
I will fret about it, that's my job
Not a moment goes by when you're not on my mind
I guess you could say I'm the worrying' kind
So how is the thing with your back
Does it hurt like hell
I know you've not been well, yeah
A parent can tell
And how is the deal with your rent
Will you make it on time
I fear you will turn to crime and there is too much crime
Doesn't matter if it's good or not
I will fret about it, that's my lot
I worry in the morning and I worry in the afternoon
I know I can't keep you in a safe cocoon
I worry you'll be hurt by some insensitive guy
I worry I'll lose you and never know why
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2. |
The Worry Moment
06:15
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What if I go left instead of going right
What if I sleep all day and stay up all night
What if I eat tofu instead of eating meat
What if I dress sloppy instead of dressing neat
What if act loving instead of acting bad
What if I act happy instead of acting sad
What if I'm forgiving instead of being cruel
What if I act smarter instead of a fool
What me worry
What if I smile instead of frown
What if I swim instead of drown
What if I bend instead of break
What if I give instead of take
What if I run instead of walk
What if I do instead of talk
What if I live instead of die
What if I tell the truth instead of lie
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3. |
Movin' On
05:04
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You can stand at the water's edge
And wait to get washed away
You can dream what you wanna dream
In the merry old month of May
You can mock all of your rivals
And call them a bunch of fools
You can go along with the program
Or break all the crazy rules
It don't matter to me, no, it don't matter to me one bit
It don't matter to me, no, I don't give a shit, I am movin' on
You can drink up all the Kool-Aid
And say you're down with the dopes
You can do just what you're told
From those who say they know the ropes
You can get your news from liars
Who only tell you what they want you to hear
You can crawl down in your bunker
And live out your life in fear
It don't matter to me, no, it don't matter to me one bit
It don't matter to me, no, I don't give a shit, I am movin' on
Here I go, I’m on my way
See you 'round some sunny day
Here I go, where I'm bound
Don't you know I won't be found
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4. |
Nothing but the Truth
05:16
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You say you know some fancy words, the best words
And you know how to use them
They roll right off your tongue as easy as spit
Yeah you sure can choose them
You got a believer, you got a believer in me
You say you will bring me around
Yeah, bring me over to your way of thinking
You make it sound as simple as pie
You eyes shine bright without ever blinking
You got a dreamer
You got a dreamer in me
It's the truth, the truth and nothing but the truth
So help me God
You say wanna revolution
But what you want is a piece of ass
You say you love forgotten men
You wanna give to them
Some greener grass
I am your servant, your humble servant
You say you are smartest guy
The smartest guy
They don't come any smarter
You say that you would die for me
Lay down your life like a Muslim martyr
You are my savior
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5. |
World War Zed
04:11
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Someone pushed the button, the world went to hell
Someone pushed the button, yeah
And rang the death knell
Was it some dude in a bunker or some guy in his den
Doesn't matter anymore who, what, why, where or when
We won't be fighting
World War Zed
No we won't be fighting
We'll all be dead
We won't be fighting
World War Zed
Fallout is a-raining, the air smells like dirt
Fallout is a-raining down, yeah
Makes your body hurt
The water is poison and the food you can't eat
Right about now you'd kill just to have a little treat
Cities are a-burnin’, sky's filled with ash
There ain't no one left to pick up the trash
Zombies are a-dancin' out in the street
Zombies are a-dancin'
They just love the heat
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Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
His Love to guard me through the night
And wake me up in the morning's light
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
thy angels watch me through the night
And keep me safe till morning's light
Now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Bless me Lord my soul to take
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Angels watch me through the night
And wake me up with the morning light
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Guide me safely through the night
Wake me up with the morning light
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7. |
Jiggery Pokery
02:58
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When you're going down, you're going down
You're going down, down, down, down
The world it stings, the devil sings
You're going down, down, down, down
You get kicked in the teeth
Ow, ow, ow, ow
You get punched underneath
Ow, ow, ow, ow
Well it's Jiggery pokery, jiggery pokery
Lie, lie, lie, lie
Jiggery pokery, jiggery pokery
Why, why, why, why
When you need to know, you need to know, know
You need to know, know, know, know
But a black wind blows
A black wind blows and it blows and blows
Blows and blows
You get punched in the guts
Ow, ow, ow, ow
You look like a klutz
Ow, ow, ow, ow
When the hurt cuts through, the hurt cuts through
It cuts through, through, through, through
You get ripped apart
It breaks your heart
Your old heart, heart, heart, heart
You get kicked in the ass
Ow, ow, ow, ow
And you shatter like glass
Ow, ow, ow, ow
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8. |
Let Me Live in Your City
05:34
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Let me come to you
In the middle of the night
Let me do sweet things
That are pleasing in your sight
Let me hold you
Like you've never been held before
Let me love you
Let me end this war
Let me live in your city
Let me live in your heart
Let me live in your city
Show me where to start
Open up your doors
Open up your doors
Let me come to you
And whisper in your ear
Let me cross your threshold
And take away all your fear
Tell me all that matters most
Tell me all that matters least
Tell me your secrets
Let me be your priest
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9. |
Work and Worry
06:08
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Not so young anymore
In fact I'm not young at all
Not happy with my workaday life
Living in this suburban sprawl
Don't know where this is headed
But I don't like the signs
I have a heart condition
I'm in a real steep decline, oh my my
Work and worry gonna be the death of me
Just got my bonus
And then I went out and blew it
Got drunk and acted stupid
Said some shit and never knew it
Woke up in the gutter
Looking up at the stars
I could see Orion's belt
Even though my eyes were as red as Mars
Is this the way to live a life
Never think about the meaning
Then one day you wake up
And the whole world is careening
Well I'm no philosopher
Not Jean Paul Sartre
But it doesn't take a genius to know
You gotta have heart, miles of heart
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10. |
A Man Called Destruction
04:23
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A great black wind is blowing in like crows
And blood is gushing through the streets
And the man at the top he's blowing on his horn
Shouting, Kill all of them fucking elites
He discredits all the disagreers
And he discredits all that is true
He says he means to protect us but from who
A man called destruction
And he will tear us down, down, down
Hysteria is churning like a fearsome storm
Infecting us all like a plague
It is pitting brother against sister
Turning the world into a powder keg
And the man at the top he is spreading lies
Shouting, The enemy is within
He adjusts his wig against the changing tides
And he piles sin upon sin
Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
Let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again
The doomsday clock is striking midnight
And the faithful are rearranging their chairs
Maybe they think they'll get a better view
Of this sad, sad state of affairs
And the man at top he makes a great big noise
Shouting, Kill all those who have a brain
It might be kind of funny
If it weren't so fucking insane
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11. |
Diaspora
04:37
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Once they were close as wings
On the back of a fly
They beat with a sympathy
That they could not deny
But time marched right along
Changed the tune of their song
And they spread out in a great diaspora
And they fled out in a great diaspora
They won't be coming back
They won't be coming back
Once they made a vow
They would never divide
They would always ensure
The gap was never too wide
But they couldn't stay true
So much in life to do
Once they swore to an oath
They would never lose touch
They meant what they said, they said
And they meant it so much
So where are they now
Where is that vow
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12. |
Faith
03:42
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When you're broke and when you're busted
When the world makes you disgusted
When you're down to your last dollar
When no one wants to hear you holler
When you feel you've had enough
Of sucking up all this rotten stuff
You gotta have faith
You gotta have faith
You gotta have faith
Faith
When no one knows you by your name
When you don't want to play no game
When you've been kicked in your ass
When you just want to take a pass
When the world is all too much
When you long for a human touch
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