1. |
One of Us is Me
05:10
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"Six foot four, Im drunk and I'm bored
A 90 proof fueled snaggletooth
I'm knocking around for someone to pound
And I’m looking to dole out my truth
Survivalist law, you’re weak and you’ll fall
The process of weeding you out
My crosshairs lock in, the melee begins
The last thing you”ll hear is me shout
Hear this little man, get hip to my plan, gonna beat you til I feel good.
That might take a bit, cause I feel like shit and I’ll never deal with me as I should
So here’s a fist to your face for your first little taste of my world that’s nothing but bad
It’s an eye for an eye though there’s no first slight, I’m the worst day that you’ve ever had"
Might
Makes
Right
Right
Makes
Blight
Blight
Makes
Spite
FIGHT
Whore
For
War
War
Makes
Gore
Rotten
To
The Corps
TO THE CORE
Six foot four, a drunk and a bore
A 90 proof drunken buffoon
Still fighting mad, cause you hate your dad
You’re a bad Freudian cartoon
You see me as soft, an excuse to go off
Fisticuffs serve as your cvic pride
You’re life’s Murphy’s Law, you scratch and you claw
The only way you feel alive
You yell and you boast but you're really milquetoast just a child inside of a man
You’re going berserk cause you feel like you're dirt and emoting the way you can
Here’s a face for your fist, punch those feelings you miss and the lack of your dreams to come true
I’ll turn my cheek on the sad little man that’s you
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2. |
World Adrift
09:26
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Going under I don’t know if I’ll make it through
Left asunder from myself and slowly turning blue
Drowning hope as my life falls into a deep despair
A feeling that I’ve learned to smother but is always there
Going under
Crawling under
Drowning under
Falling under
Growing up with a belief that time was on my side
Feeling like my life’s betrayed me and I’m out of time
Aging at a pace that numbs me into atrophy
Discontent with my life’s purpose and with all I see
Going under
Crawling under
Drowning under
Falling under
If you believe your world’s adrift then I’m a lot like you
Exploit your grief, accept your fate, there’s nothing you can do
All the corporate bullshit is exactly what it seems
Fed up with the rat race chasing someone else’s dream
I hate them and they hate me though never shall we meet
Living in the shallow end but in it way too deep
Going under
Crawling under
Drowning under
Falling under
If you believe your world’s adrift then I’m a lot like you
Exploit your grief, accept your fate, there’s nothing you can do
Drink too much, do drugs, fight, fuck take everything you can
No one cares and God will laugh at least you’ll make your stand
Know
The undertow
Below
Your days go
Grow
With what you know
Embrace
The afterglow
Going under
Crawling under
Drowning under
Falling under
If you believe your world’s adrift then I’m a lot like you
Exploit your grief, accept your fate, there’s nothing you can do
Drink too much, do drugs, fight, fuck make all that you can make
Roll the dice and don’t regret the chance you didn’t take
Drink too much, do drugs, fight, fuck
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3. |
Coarse.Correct
07:12
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This is a circumstance that isn’t gonna stop
An ugly course correction a draining of the swamp
The hand of doom, malaria, a storm, the devil’s taunt
Sapping you of what you need and killing what you want
Fraying on the edge - Falling off a ledge
Praying for the night - Horizon out of sight
Drowning on a beach - Safety out of reach
Praying for the night - The dimming of the light
This is a sliding scale that keeps you from the top
A Slip and Slide, an obstacle that ties you up in knots
Offensive to your sense of pride abrasive to the touch
Crawling skin, a pounding skull, senses sense too much
Fraying on the edge - Falling off a ledge
Praying for the night - Horizon out of sight
Drowning on a beach - Safety out of reach
Praying for the night - The dimming of the light
The days of your life have gone and quickly died away
Not good or bad just atrophy your dreams have gone astray
You waited for a moment that just never did arrive
Now dying slow among the herd, a life unsatisfied
Fraying on the edge - Falling off a ledge
Praying for the night - Horizon out of sight
Drowning on a beach - Safety out of reach
Praying for the night - The dimming of the light
The days of your life have gone and quickly died away
Not good or bad just atrophy your dreams have gone astray
You waited for a moment that just never did arrive
Now dying slow among the herd, a life unsatisfied
This is the consequence of push coming to shove
A slow decay a fast decline a judgement from above
A hand your dealt, an act of fate a nightmare coming true
Close your eyes, ease into it there’s nothing you can do
Fraying on the edge - Falling off a ledge
Praying for the night - Horizon out of sight
Drowning on a beach - Safety out of reach
Praying for the night - Finally lost the fight
The days of your life have gone and quickly died away
Not good or bad just atrophy your dreams have gone astray
You waited for a moment that just never did arrive
Now dying slow among the herd, a life unsatisfied
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4. |
Copper Too
01:43
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Copper…it’s got ahold of me
and I don’t know what I am supposed to do
Copper…it’s got ahold of me
by my neck and I just might not make it through
it’s true
Copper…it’s got ahold of me
authority cutting off the life I knew
Copper…it’s got ahold of me
now I’m drowning in the darkest shade of blue
Copper…it’s got ahold of me
there’s not much left of me
I’m falling under me
And I’ll push and pull until I’m torn in two
I’m through
Copper
I’m screwed
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5. |
Pepper For the Pill
07:01
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At the end it’s not so bad letting go of all you had
Fire in the hole - it’s time to go
Things are tough and getting worse seek the truth expect the worst
Duck and cover - now it’s over
Please don’t fret it’s all ok all the bullshit that they say
Comme C’est la vie - It’s meant to be
If you need I’m here for you but what exactly do they do?
You’re on your own - Prone and alone
From bad to bad and bad to worse
The sweetest pill can’t quell the hurt
Truth is the truth - you’re living proof
Truth
Tragedy your show of shows if it’s all that you’ve ever known
A bleeding heart - tears you apart
Dreaming of a better day save yourself and stay awake
Naivete - the noose of youth
Tending sheep throughout your day won’t help to keep the wolves at bay
You’re left behind - but you’ll be fine
In the end you’re on your own doesn’t matter how you’ve grown
You’re lost and found - ground in the ground
From bad to bad and bad to worse
A bitter pill your just dessert
From bad to bad and bad to worse
Truth is the truth - you’re living proof
Truth
Empathy is agony live your pain let others be
Time will never heal your wounds, you’re scarred for life and not immune
Grin and bare what lies ahead before you know it you’ll be dead
Hypertension, hyperbole, dig your ditch get in your hole
Do unto them what they do but don’t you think they’re there for you
In the shadow of a doubt push comes to shove you’ll do without
Don’t have to lose the will to live to simply have no more to give
Life’s too slow but moves too fast soon enough you’ll fade to black
Bad to worse
Starts at birth
Bad to worse
Life’s true curse
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6. |
Bedwetter
06:45
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Don’t fuck with Steven
Steven’s a bed wetter
He never got to go on all those overnight class trips
‘Cause Steven’s a bed wetter
When you wake up soaking wet
It toughens your hide
You're dripping wet and stinking of piss
And hard as nails
He couldn’t stay at his house or her house or their house
Because he’s a bed wetter
Too risky too frisky too misty
And reeking of piss
Like the bullied kid that can’t make it home
Or Ross Booby Butt on the stubby bus
All pissed off all pissed on
Changing sheets and far too far gone
All pissed off all pissed on
Blinding rage and a blunt object
All pissed off all pissed on
Steven’s a bed wetter
He’s full of piss and vinegar and pathos and rage
You push his buttons once...Just once
He’ll look at you from across the room with his dead eyes
He hates you, he hates me, he hates…Steven
He’s Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers and Charles Manson
But his mom and his sister and his Brian Wilson is his stained mattress pad
All pissed off all pissed on
Changing sheets and far too far gone
All pissed off all pissed on
Blinding rage and a blunt object
All pissed off all pissed on
Steven’s a bed wetter
Therapy didn’t work, hypnosis didn’t work, pills didn’t work
But thank god for the pills
He’d try to stay up all night and then piss on the couch
He was Damien then Pauzu now he’s Oscar the Grouch
From a middle class home in a suburban tract home
And he was never abused or molested…was he? was he? was he?
Don’t fuck with Steven
Steven’s a bed wetter
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7. |
Trash Cookie
05:55
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Tent cities rise out on the horizon
Middle class dies divisions are rising
Values in check but sympathies dying
Problems so big so why bother trying?
Homeless
Lifeless
Worthless
Pointless
“Problem of leisure what is for pleasure"
One man’s garbage, another man’s treasure
One in a home and one in a trailer
Look down your nose at your so called neighbor
Lucky
Luckless
Thriving
Starving
Living on the street - Unclaimed & unwashed
Scavenging to eat - Waste not want not
Dying in the street - disowned and cast off
Could be you or me - to have or to have not
Vote on the right side of every measure
Handing out change to each lowly stranger
Kept at the reach of my daily paper
Raising my fence to keep out of danger
Deadbeat
Lowlife
Junkie
Half life
Living on the street - Unclaimed & unwashed
Scavenging to eat - Waste not want not
Dying in the street - disowned and cast off
Could be you or me - to have or to have not
Favoring the bold - And those born into gold
A house is not home - But keeps you from the cold
Everyone's alone - And lucky to die old
Cast a blind stone - A burden still untold
Man in need and a mouth to feed
The more you beg and the more you bleed
Apathy in the land of greed
Time stands still as our children freeze
No one knows what you’re going through
Do as we say how we say to do
Don’t stray too far off the beaten path
Stay in the box we’ve designed for you
No one knows what you’re going through
Do as we say how we say to do
Even if you've found some peace at last
We’ll decide what is right for you
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. “Give your tired to me
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,”
Wretched
Refuse
Hapless
Misused
Living on the street - Unclaimed & unwashed
Scavenging to eat - Waste not want not
Dying in the street - disowned and cast off
Could be you or me - to have or have not
Favoring the bold - And those born into gold
A house is not home - But keeps you from the cold
Everyone's alone - And lucky to die old
Cast a blind stone - A burden still untold
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