1. |
down in the dumps
02:46
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Call me a cynic but
We’re all pieces of shit
And there’s nothing that
You or me can do about it
Get eight billion signatures
And just as much luck
Unless the bills have green faces
The politicians won’t give a fuck
The systems not broken
It’s flawed by design
At least that’s what it looks like
From below the poverty line
We’re sleeping with rats
And we’re eating up scraps
While vacations and bonuses
Fall into their laps
So waste your life away
And die in a ditch
All you’ll hear them say
Is “it’s not my fault you’re not rich”
I’m not scared of hell
And I’m not scared of death
So I throw my only dime in a well
And wish for my last breath
Don’t take my word for it
But if hell exists
I’m betting my money
That it’s better than this
Newspapers filled
With ways people have died
While the rich fucks that own them
Commit crimes of all kinds
They know we’re not watching
Cause we’re so pacified
We’re at home locking our doors
While we’re drawing our blinds
I was told to go vote
Maybe that would change things
But the names on the ballots
Aren’t pulling the strings
Politicians are like drugs
They’re easily bought
So make enough money
And you write the laws
Well I’m not scared of hell
And I’m not scared of death
So I throw my only dime in a well
And wish for my last breath
Don’t take my word for it
But if hell exists
I’m betting my money
That it’s better than this
So I sit and let these thoughts
Just run through my head
While a cigarette soothes
The existential dread
So much shit in the world
That it outweighs the good
While they lie in our faces
Saying we did what we could
Can’t pick myself up
I’m down in the dumps
Hate to say it
But we’re all out of luck
In a world filled with hate,
Wars, disaster, and Trump
I can’t help but feeling
We’re all gonna be fucked
I’m not scared of hell
And I’m not scared of death
So I throw my only dime in a well
And wish for my last breath
Don’t take my word for it
But if hell exists
I’m betting my money
That it’s better than this
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2. |
mundane mondays
01:34
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In 1979
On a snowless winter day
In a time when school shootings
Were not yet common place
Today was the day
It was all about to change
And Ms. Brenda Ann Spencer
Had only this to say
I just don’t like mondays
This livens up the day
Oi she doesn’t like mondays
Oh no she doesn’t like mondays
Nothing better to do
When depressed and lonely
Than testing out the twenty two
That dad left under the tree
Luckily it came loaded
So I am going to see
How many of those children
I can hit across the street
Well I just don’t like mondays,
This livens up the day
Oi she doesn’t like mondays
Oh no she doesn’t like mondays
I had no reason
It was just a lot of fun
Like shooting up ducks
As they’re swimming on the pond
The kids looked like heard of cattle
Just standing all around
They were easy pickin’s
Oh they were easy pickin’s
I just don’t like mondays
This livens up the day
Oi she doesn’t like mondays
Oh no she doesn’t like mondays
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3. |
crust issues
02:40
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Uncertainty
Will certainly consume me
Cause I can’t stop
Thinking about yesterday
And I purposefully
Allow things to confuse me
So I can play dumb
Without taking the blame
I don’t follow the law
I just do what I think is right
Despite my lapses in judgement
Or minor oversights
I don’t think doing the shit I love
Is a fucking crime
Morality is subjective
Who are cops to draw the line?
These realizations
Were not inherited
They came around when I vowed
To never do the shit my parents did
And I don’t mean
To blame the way I was raised
But nobody has that many rules
Without realizing
They don’t mean a thing
I didn’t pay back my student loans
Even though I spent them on drugs
All that money borrowed from the government
Is now lining my lungs
A fuckin’ degree
Means nothing to me
I just want a good time
Morality is subjective
I draw my own fucking line
And there will be a day
Hopefully it’s in my lifetime
Where people won’t have to steal
Just to fucking survive
In a world filled with poverty
Hoarding wealth is just plain wrong
Let’s launch the billionaires into the sun
Where they fucking belong
The only people on this planet
That I actually trust
Are the ones that like their sandwiches
With extra crust
Maybe if you grew a fuckin’ spine
You too would realize
Morality is subjective
And draw your own fucking line
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4. |
wanna move into my van?
02:58
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I’d cross the country for ya
Done it a few times before
Fuck that, I’d cross the world for ya
What the hells a few thousand miles more
I don’t care how far I gotta go
Or what the fuck I gotta do
I just know that I wanna fall asleep
Laying next to you
So baby pack your backpack
And I’ll pack mine
Pick a direction
And we’ll say our goodbyes
Who gives a fuck if they think we’re crazy
They’ll never understand
Why we’ll keep moving ‘til the day we’re both dead
Thousands of miles behind us
Millions more just around the corner
Darling don’t get out of bed yet
I wanna stay in your arms
Just a little bit longer
I don’t wanna think about my life
Don’t wanna think about outside
I just wanna spend one more night
Thinking that I’m gonna be alright
So baby pack your backpack
And I’ll pack mine
Pick a direction
And we’ll say our goodbyes
Who gives a fuck if they think we’re crazy
They’ll never understand
Why we’ll keep moving ‘til the day we’re both dead
Let’s get the fuck out of here
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5. |
shed beers
02:58
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Well I can’t fall asleep lately
Because I can’t turn off my thoughts
No I can’t turn of my thoughts
Why won’t my thoughts just turn off
I’m at the end of my rope
But I forgot to tie a knot
I forgot to tie a knot
So my hands they just slip off
Oh and I don’t know why you love me
I don’t know why you care
You should just give up on me
Cause my life’s not going anywhere
And I can’t talk to anyone
Not even my sober self
But he left me to live in this hell
And it’s not any fun
So now I’m passed out on the floor cause
Fuck a common sense approach
I don’t need a recommended dose
I just need no pain anymore
And I don’t know why you love me
I don’t know why you care
You should just give up on me
Cause my life’s not going anywhere
So now I’m staring at the door
I wish it didn’t come to this
But I guess it’s time I come to grips
Cause this shits not for me anymore
They won’t notice I’m gone
So I light up a cigarette
As my feet they hit the pavement
And I stick out my thumb
And I don’t know why you love me
I don’t know why you care
You should just give up on me
Cause my life’s not going anywhere
Cause fuck a common sense approach
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6. |
don't look back
04:30
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My heart and head were as heavy as
My worldly possessions packed upon my back
I fed my dog, lit a cigarette
And hoped for the best
My last couple bucks spent on getting drunker
Against my better judgement,
Hitched a ride a with a trucker
Cause we were headed east
But my heart was still in the west
Sometimes what we want ain’t what we need
It wouldn’t be that way if it were up to me
I guess I gotta school myself in a bit of humility
Hopefully when it’s all said and done
You’ll still be with me
I could talk ‘til I got no breath in these lungs
About how much I love you
And how hard this distance has become
It seems every fucking time I look up
The sky is grey
So I ride through the pain, waiting for the day
It’s not something my mind has to entertain
I guess pissing in the wind ain’t that bad
If you’re facing the right way
Sometimes what we want ain’t what we need
It wouldn’t be that way if it were up to me
I guess I gotta school myself in a bit of humility
Hopefully when it’s all said and done
You’ll still be with me
Everybody tells me I have so much time
So why does it feel like I’m so far behind
Can’t shake this feeling
No matter how hard I try
It don’t make no difference
We’re all plagued by existence
The ones that do shit are the ones
That learn how to live with it
So I’m strapping in and hoping
I don’t lose my goddamn mind
Sometimes what we want ain’t what we need
It wouldn’t be that way if it were up to me
I guess I gotta school myself in a bit of humility
Hopefully when it’s all said and done
You’ll still be with me
I have so much left to say
But it will go unsaid
And I’ve been drinking every day
To get these fucking thoughts outta my head
Sometimes what we want ain’t what we need
It wouldn’t be that way if it were up to me
I guess I gotta school myself in a bit of humility
Hopefully when it’s all said and done
You’ll still be with me
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7. |
where do we go now?
03:34
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Those drunk nights on the beach
Just swinging each other around
Watching the sun rise over the sea
I swear I could hear my heart beat out loud
You gave me something to look forward to
In the morning, I felt supported
A high I never even came close to reaching
With anything that I’ve ever snorted
Then you said
I am ready to follow you to anywhere you go
Well, I don’t know my place
In this fucked up world
But when I’m with you well I feel at home
Woo
So what did I do
I thought about myself, too fucking selfish
To notice I just bought two one way tickets
Straight to hell
I told you that I’d do my best
But what I chose ended up
Pretty fucking close to the opposite of that
Then you said
My eyes are heavy, I’m tired
I don’t wanna do this anymore
I don’t recognize these ghosts
Standing in our place
And then you pointed at the door
Fuck!
But now I know
I fell asleep at the wheel
I screwed the pooch
I shit the bed
I saw a path, I knew exactly what to do
But I stayed locked up in my own head
I’ve dealt you more heartbreak and pain
Than you can shake a stick at
Couldn’t handle my shit when it blew back
I know sorry doesn’t cut it
But I’m sorry that I’m a fucking dumbass
Now I’m saying
I am ready to follow you
To anywhere you go
I don’t know my place in this fucking rat race
But when I’m with you
Well I feel at home
I swear that I will never leave you behind
I’ll be kind
And if I am still lying
Please ignore me ‘til the end of time
I swear that I will never leave you behind
I’ll be kind
And if I am still lying
Please ignore me ‘til the end of time
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8. |
burnin' up
02:31
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Well I woke up this morning
And I poured myself a drink
You bet I made it stronger than
These shitty things I think
They say whiskey and depression
Yeah they go hand in hand
But they still ask me why I’m drinking
As if they don’t understand
The fire flows through my teeth
Hits the back of my throat
All those problems I conceived
Don’t matter anymore
The fire understands me, yeah
The fire is a friend
That’s why this burning bottle will be here
Until the bitter end
The world don’t exist to me
Just what’s inside this cup
So much fire in my life
Feels like I’m burning up
I’m burning up
I reached the end of the tunnel
But there was no light to be found
So I lit me up a cigarette
And turned my feet around
Looked so long for that light
That I was back at the start
Then I found fire’s just as good
At getting rid of the dark
The fire flows through my teeth
Hits the back of my throat
Wakes me up from my sleep
Brings me out from the cold
The fire understands me, yeah
The fire is a friend
That’s why I know it’ll be there
Right until the bitter end
The world don’t exist to me
Just what’s inside this cup
So much fire in my life
Feels like I’m burning up
I’m burning up
Well there might be better remedies
Just not ones that I’ve found
Gonna have this bottle in my fist
Til they put me in the ground
Sex, drugs, and rock n roll
They never seemed enough
No I’d rather spend my time
Feeling like I’m burning up
I’m burning up
I said the fire flows through my teeth
Hits the back of my throat
Gives me the strength I need
To stare at my own soul
The fire understands me
Down to the core of my bones
As long as I have it
And it has me
I don’t walk this road alone
The world don’t exist to me
Just what’s inside this cup
So much fire in my life
Feels like I’m burning up
I’m burning up
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9. |
fuck you, me!
02:33
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Who I am hates who I used to be
I guess that means that I hate a part of me
Cause despite my imminent regret
I stab myself in the back
With every chance I get
Cause I’m always thinking ‘bout right now
If something makes me happy
Then that guy six months down the road
Can go fuck himself
He’ll get what he gets
He can solve my problems
And settle all my debts
Cause I don’t give a fuck about it
If it hasn’t happened yet
No I don’t give a fuck about it
If it hasn’t happened yet
Then the highs get low
And I’m left there alone
Don’t know who I am
Let alone where I belong
And it’s getting harder every day
To live with the consequences
Of my fucking mistakes
Cause I’m always thinking ‘bout right now
If something makes me happy
Then that guy six months down the road
Can go fuck himself
He’ll get what he gets
He can solve my problems
And settle all my debts
Cause I don’t give a fuck about it
If it hasn’t happened yet
No I don’t give a fuck about it
If it hasn’t happened yet
No I don’t give a fuck about it if
If it hasn’t happened yet
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10. |
better by tomorrow
02:43
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I been sitting on my ass so long
That I don’t know where I’m going
But I guess I gotta begin
Cause I’m tired of dealing with
This dichotomy of wanting to die
While being excited to live
I don’t know if waking up’s
A blessing or a curse
You could make an argument for both
Either way I hope for the best
And brace for the worst
And learn to leave the rest well enough alone
Cause the mind has a mind of it’s own
And it can make your fucking head spin
If you turn a deaf ear
Once you know you don’t run the show
And just fucking listen
You’ll be amazed at what you hear
I wish I could put as much effort
Into rolling out of bed
As I do the shitty things
Bouncing ‘round inside my head
Cause I’m fucking disgusting
Can’t ever discuss things
And wonder why my problems stay the same
And my misjudgements
Got me thinking nothings
Wrong as I dig myself a deeper grave
Cause the mind has a mind of it’s own
And it can make your fucking head spin
If you turn a deaf ear
Once you know you don’t run the show
And just fucking listen
You’ll be amazed at what you hear
Can I change my habits in a day
Can I change my habits in a day
I don’t know
It’s getting far too much to take
Will I be better by tomorrow
I don’t know
Cause the mind has a mind of it’s own
And it can make your fucking head spin
If you turn a deaf ear
Once you know you don’t run the show
And just fucking listen
You’ll be amazed at what you hear
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11. |
everybody bleeds red
02:46
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Well I sit back every long night
And watch the leaves
On the trees all around me
Change colour
Wondering what the fuck it would be like
If we cared about each other
Unfortunately it seems that
Most don’t share that sentiment with me
It’s why we lock our doors
And it’s why we can’t be free, at all
Well it’s hard to explain when
It’s not even on your fucking radar
How do you explain world peace
To somebody that’s never
Left their fucking backyard
It’s hard to explain when
It’s not even on your fucking radar
To understand you’ll have to
First entertain the idea
Oh, that people are people
Just because they’re people
Whether they look different than you
Or they’ve done shit that’s illegal
We go through the same shit
We just like to give the shit different names
Well I said people are people
Just because they’re people
Whether they got a pot to piss in
Or a couple marbles missing
These anarchists and heretics
And drug addicts and me
Are gonna watch these walls
Go up in flames
So if after all that
You still think you have
The authority to look down on me, well hey
I don’t have much respect
For your fucking authority, anyway
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12. |
empty toque & a tall can
02:20
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Two dollars isn’t even pocket change to some
So high up on their horses
They can’t even see the ground
But if you live in squalor then pocket change
Becomes your whole income
Just trying to get your measly portion
While everything comes down around you
Flying a sign is a full time job
There’s no counting down to five o’clock
So you can close up shop
No air conditioning, nobody listening
No vacation pay
A pocketful of condescending looks
Is all I have to show for my day
Let’s go
Cause they’re so picture perfect
All holed up in their homes
Some just got back from work
Most have dinner on the stove
They told you to fuck off and get a job
Not twenty minutes ago
The cold lashes through your bones
With just your hunger to console you
Flying a sign is a full time job
There’s no dial tones, when you phone
To ask for a day off
No central heating, no fucking ceiling
Still, nothing to eat
A pocketful of condescending looks
Is all I have to show for my week
I guess I don’t need to eat
Crack a beer and disappear
Into plain sight in the side of
This godforsaken street
I am a rough edge to some
Already dismal scenery
Hey Hog, can you go any faster?
This city’s so fucking shitty
I’m the least of it’s worries
They all state straight past me
All in such a fucking hurry
This city’s so fucking shitty
So fucking shitty, so fucking shitty
I want enough gasoline
To burn the whole
Fucking thing to smithereens
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