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Intro
00:20
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2. |
Out There
04:31
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Hey! Why you got me out here splitting hairs?
Am I the barber or surgeon under snare?
Carving into tissue to repair with care
But I'm stripping bones bare
Why you always got me sucking air?
When I don't, when I don't try
Eyes to the sky
When I don't care
Why you always got me out there?
The city of the mind in which I'm mayor
Impeachment on the brain. Do I dare explain
What we don't share?
Why you always got me sucking air?
When I don't, when I don't try
Eyes to the sky
When I don't try
Eyes to the sky
Hey! Why you got me out here splitting hairs?
When I don't, when I don't care
Do I, do I don't? Or do I dare?
Lead the serpent back into its lair
But I'm stripping bones bare
But I'm stripping bones bare
But I'm tripping unprepared
But I'm tripping unprepared
But I'm tripping unprepared
But I'm tripping unprepared
Hindsight like eagle vision don't see the pane coming.
Hindsight like eagle vision don't see the pane coming.
Every time, every time a dove hits the window, I keep its wings.
I stock up on windex, hit reset and keep my glass clean
Such a poor little thing
Hindsight like eagle vision don't see the pane
Shame. A beast by many names
Reigning over all of your plans
Over my head, always
Shame. A beast by many names
Reigning over all of your plans
Over my head, always
Shame. A beast by many names
Reigning over all of your plans
Over my head, always
Shame. A beast by many names
Reigning over all of your plans
Over my head
When I don't try
Eyes to the sky
When I don't try
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3. |
I Get My Shit Delivered
04:46
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All that glitters off my ring
Cuban links bounce off the broad chest of ex-
Cesspool full of old receipts
Cuban cigars pock mark his bare arms and I
Get my shit delivered to me
Hot, ready, and paid for
Get my shit delivered to me
Hot, ready, and paid for
Five cents to the devils dime
There's a first for everything
So Get em while they're hot off the presses and mint
Spear me with the details you sling
Greenbacks pack the seats that we rig
Get my shit delivered to me
Hot, ready, and paid for
Get my shit delivered to me
Hot, ready, and paid for
Get my shit delivered for free
Hot, ready, and paid for
Get my shit delivered for free
Hot, ready, and paid for
Gin to the chin, got me laughing at my own expense
Pull the lever, lean it back, the lazy boy throne expands
Pawn your liver, cash for lungs, Sell your gold tooth implants
Send the bishop, send the hearse, lifeless but my hand extends
To the Devil's dime
Irish exit at breakfast
My new friend didn't say goodbye
It's not diction it's action
And I can't get my act right
I think you're confused
I say you might be right
I hang my head one time, and
You're gone and out of sight
You said it all
In no words at all
You said it all
And that's fine
You said it all
In no words at all
You said it all
Well that's fine
Irish exit at breakfast
My new friend didn't say goodbye
It's not diction it's action
And I can't get my act right
Dice rolled you looked nice
But ice cold
I move like a slug
Too slow no response and
Now you've gone and pulled the plug
Irish exit at breakfast
My new friend, I can't close my eyes
It takes more than kind words
To keep you warm through the night
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4. |
Bumble Beads
04:43
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Girl I love you with no deceleration
Like a freight train's brakes break and
Plow into the station, oh… god
Bumble beads dangling between my knees
I said
Bumble beads dangling between my knees
They go… bump-ba-bump-ba-bump
Bump-ba-bump-ba-bump
Bump-ba-bump-ba-bump
Bump-ba-bump-ba-bump
Whoop!
No one ever taught you how to just say no because
No one seems to listen when you just say no
Hands dive toward the places that you would not show
And when they get there, they will carve you like you're made of stone
They get off… WOOO!
Girl I love you through pure desperation
Like I am facing lemon rain with my open lacerations
I've been trying to get in, in the comfort of your den
But when I bear down you grip me where they gouged my skin. I get off…. WOOO!
I get off…
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5. |
Wet Frog Suit 4
04:38
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Mmbooga!
Imma slide in my frog skin suit
Take a bath and wander nude
Eat the flies that buzz in my face
Chew them up and spit em out yeah
Imma tear down my giraffe's walls
Imma steal all his sweet candy
Imma eat till my belly's full
Then slip out my skin tight suit
Imma drop that sick giraffe
Eating candy in his ear
Chewing till my belly's full
I slip outta my skin tight suit
Got no time for the swollen pig
Twisted tail like a corkscrew jig
Rolling by he watch my home
Look to see when this frog man roam
Crocodile is a skinflint cheap
Pulled the rug from under my feet
Ate the eggs soon to be my kin
Stole my wife now she scale him
I arrive in the clothes of a stranger
I arrive in the clothes of a stranger
Kick the door with size twelve boots
Skin loose in his fresh cut suit
Draped in rags she's never seen
Goldie locks in the grizzly dream
Soak my head in the dust pan bog
Drink the dew through hollow log
Heard the scream from two blocks south
Ran the blade across my mouth
Imma slide in my frog skin suit
Take a bath and wander nude
Eat the flies that buzz in my face
Chew them up and spit em out
Imma slide in my frog skin suit
Take a bath and wander nude
Eat the flies that buzz in my face
Chew them up and spit em out yeah!
I arrive in the clothes of a stranger
I arrive in the clothes of a stranger
I arrive in the clothes of a stranger
I arrive in the clothes of a stranger
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
Catch and feast, another to eat
I'll do anything, I'll do anything, I'll do anything for another
I'll do anything, I'll do anything, I'll do anything for another
I'll do anything, I'll do anything, I'll do anything for another
I'll do anything, I'll do anything, I'll do anything for another skin
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6. |
Rubberkneck
02:42
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Swerve into the street and delete
A family of three when a mother lost her seat
You rubbernecking fiend, there
Aaught him in his jeans, there
Careen into a tree when
A boy is looking mean
Burning at both ends- all
Lean and masculine
Always looking half-cocked
Striding through the lain
Burning at both ends!
Burning at both ends!
Burning at both ends!
All "hands up, no fault, fuck off."
Lead foot, steel cell
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
Squirming in her seat as they read
Miranda rights, she pleads that her breaks were obsolete
Officer I tried, there
Then he caught my eye, there
Spun em like a tire
Rolling down suburban streets
Burning at both ends- all
Lean and masculine
Always looking halfcocked
Striding through the lain
Burning at both ends!
Burning at both ends!
Burning at both ends!
All "hands up, no fault, fuck off"
Lead foot, steel cell
Yeah you've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
You've been booked for manslaughter
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Saturday shines upon the boys it's
A good day to die-then I
Yard sale like tossing old toys
When you catch my eye
And that's what I wait for
The pack jawing constantly you know they be
Taffy tongued and loose-bu-bu-but
Man I'm cool I'm Listerine streams
Between lip your and tooth and
That's what it's made for
That's what it's made for
That's what I wait for
Will you catch my mistakes?
Some boys flex, they ironclad
Some make sense I'll never have
When I drop in, I lock like pad
The summit of the plummet
The best of bad
Spit taking taking place (such and such)
Reaction faked - I don't mind
My jaw is open wide babe
Don't miss my face
That's what I wait for
That's what I wait for
That's what I'm made for
I'll catch your mistakes
Some boys flex, they ironclad
Some make sense I'll never have
When I drop in, I lock like pad
The summit of the plummet
The best of bad
Wit like a butter knife
Couldn't cut through a paper plate
Cashing in lotto tickets
Spend it on sunny days
He don't care what you say
He's working on a six pack
It don't matter time of day
Old habits circle back
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
On and on and on my preset
With nothing left to threaten
I once was a weapon
With nothing left to threaten
I once was a weapon
With nothing left to threaten
I once was a weapon
With nothing left to threaten
I once was a weapon
Can't catch a fly without spilling some honey
Can't catch a fly without spilling some honey
Can't catch a fly without spilling some honey
Can't catch a fly without spilling some honey
Can't catch a fly without spilling some honey
Can't catch a fly without spilling some honey
Can't catch a fly without spilling some honey
Can't catch a fly without spilling some honey
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8. |
I See Electrons
03:16
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And I will dwell
And I will dwell
And I will dwell
And I will dwell
Tongues swing like broadswords
Spin doubt like records
Evolution backwards
Gain ground on all fours
I see electrons
See life in spectrums
Alleluia
Alleluia
Blood sipped like fine wine
White robes on prime time
I ate on their dime
Flesh-and body cut fine
I took a mouthful
While the meek are trampled
Your love is ample
My values scrambled
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Washed my hands of malice
Absolved. no paper trail
Rid my lips of spoken stains
Scrubbed to no avail
Alleluia
Alleluia
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
Who am I to have been born
I love my mama
What's she pray to god for?
Lights, camera, record
Good connection is my lord
Alleluia
Washed my hands of malice
Absolved. no paper trail
Rid my lips of spoken stains
Scrubbed to no avail
Baptized in bedlam
No commercial break
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9. |
Miles (What I Say)
07:48
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A roof caves with a tenant inside
Don't know how it came to be
That you get what you goddamn pay for
I guess you get what you goddamn pay for
Saw his face in the local times
A man about my age with a name and a smile
Now splattered on some ancient baseboards
Better him than me
And I bet you heard it
On the station nine-one-nine
And I bet you heard it
On the station nine-one-nine
And I bet you heard it
From a mother in denial
And I bet you heard it live
When it aired on channel five
Any day sucks blood
Breathe just because
Any day sucks blood
Breathe just because
Any day sucks blood
Breathe just because
Any day sucks blood
Breathe just because
Any day sucks blood
Breathe just because
Any day sucks blood
Breathe just because
You water the plants
I water the fuse box
Don't believe me?
Come and find out!
Come and find out!
Come and find out!
Come and find out!
"Pterodactyl"
Any day sucks blood - breathe just because
A roof caves with a tenant inside
Don't know how I'm supposed to feel
Guess you get what you goddamn pay for
I guess you get what you goddamn pay for
Saw his face in the local times
A man about my age with a name and a smile
Now splattered on some ancient baseboards
Better him than me
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10. |
Baby's 1st Love Song
05:24
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Diner food is filling
Bathe at Flying J
Meet the finest people, pray they lead you astray
Everybody's different,
But we all bleed the same
Pour your heart for strangers
Until nothing is in vein
I won't be here waiting for you
I won't play pretend
These last 7 years are the best I've ever had
Green is for envy
Your ex looks like the hulk
Package all that jelly and sell it off in bulk
No sense scribing scripture
Not everything will land
Have a taste of everything then spit in my hand
I won't be here waiting for you
I won't play pretend
These last 7 years are the best I've ever had
You could make a movie
That's sad and drab and dry
Treat it like old yeller and shoot it while you cry
You could harbor hatred
Or sail your sea of tears
Live a life divided for ten or fifteen years
I won't be here waiting for you
I won't play pretend
These last 7 years are the best I've ever had
Spell it out babe
What you mean to me
I said you'll always be mine
Spell it out babe
What you mean to me
I said you'll always be mine
Need to find a reason? Spell it out
Changing like the seasons? Spell it out
Are they trying to keep you down and out?
Take your time and figure. Figure it out
What do you need? Eye to eye, we got it. Yeah!
M is for married
A for always yours
C is for caring but only when ignored
K for kingdom coming
S for spell it right
Macks-imize your output till the end of your life
You may fall in love,
Not everybody can
But London hasn't called so
Get back in the van
It's a game of leapfrog and
We've been jumped before
Just keep the pace. In time,
We'll settle score
The mindset's prehistoric
Like a lizard or a roach
Blow the world to high hell
We'll crawl out from the smoke
We can take a licking
Like Timex or my knees
The clock is always ticking
So make like a tree
The benefits are shitty and
You may never sleep
There's mold in the seatbelts
And sweat stains in the seats
The carpet might know English and
Showers may be scarce
The outfits may be dated
But who's going to care?
Are you second guessing? Or
Afraid of all your friends?
Addicted to disaster?
Then please take my hand
I won't be here waiting for you
I won't play pretend
The next thousand years will be the best you've ever had
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The Macks Portland, Oregon
All the identity, and none of the crisis! The Macks Are A Knife.
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