1. |
Anti-Folk
03:20
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Peel back the masquerade
I'll get high and masturbate
Until I fall asleep
Then I'll have dreams about
Breaking into your house
Cause I'm a fuckin' creep.
So this is my attempt at being nice
I know it'll fail, at least I tried
I just wanna say I really like your fucking eyes
I'd take them out, I'd take em with me if I could
Got too much time to kill
Too much liquor and too many pills
I haven't paid the bills, so what?
Now I'm feeling helter skelter
And it's back to the shelter
Walking cause I can't afford the bus
So this is my attempt at being nice
I know it'll fail at least I tried
I just wanna say you have the most beautiful eyes
I'd take them out , take em home with me if I could
So just keep smoking meth
Gagging on my own breath
I'm never gonna floss my teeth
So baby when I bite into
your heart and then I chew right through
I'll fill that fucker up with cavities
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2. |
Crime Scene
03:01
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Tattered myself up into rags
Tied them like a noose around your neck
Then I kicked you off your chair
You looked so happy as you dangled in the air
The evidence is scattered on the wall
There are fingerprints and logs of phone calls
The accusation's true
I don't know what to do
I did my best to steal a part of you
I heard a voice, it felt like home
At least the closest thing that I have ever known
Couldn't wait to crawl inside
Where I felt safe enough to close my eyes for a while
The evidence is scattered on the wall
There are fingerprints and logs of phone calls
The accusation's true
I don't know what to do
I did my best to steal a part of you
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3. |
Dreams
03:35
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Where do the complacent people
all go , when they're not strong enough
to wanna know
what's gonna happen if anyone shows
any hint of fear
They go to a place where
the rivers are frozen
Nothing is given that hasn't been chosen
But what they want's never what they need
Dreams will come
Dreams will go
Only the people who have them know
They are not fiction
They're something we need
And the answer we seek
Will be found in our sleep
But destruction will come
from within the beast
Who cannot partake in his own lavish feast
Cause everything it touches turns into dirt
And starvation should kill it
if hate doesn't first
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4. |
Medium Rare
04:54
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6. |
North South Street
02:43
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Trailer Park Tea Party Fort Worth, Texas
They call me Magnasty on the streets
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