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Mr. Good Enough
03:59
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I am covered with bruises as my venom, it oozes
You have no list of uses. You have only excuses
You delegate all your burdens, procrastinate on your errands
I tolerate your inaction, accommodate your distraction
Fine Job! (Mr. Good Enough) Fine Job (Mr. Good Enough)
Fine Job! (Mr. Good Enough) Fine Job (Mr. Good Enough)
Pass the buck on the other as you grab for another
Inconvenience your brother as you cry to your mother
Arrogant liar, another goldbrick for hire
Finish under the wire. Why don't you light up a fire?
Fine Job! (Mr. Good Enough) Fine Job (Mr. Good Enough)
Fine Job! (Mr. Good Enough) Fine Job (Mr. Good Enough)
Casual with your intrusion, putting forth and illusion
It's a foregone conclusion that you have some confusion
I know you think that you're clever with your half-assed endeavor
I see no proof that you ever exert yourself whatsoever
Fine Job! (Mr. Good Enough) Fine Job (Mr. Good Enough)
Fine Job! (Mr. Good Enough) Fine Job (Mr. Good Enough)
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2. |
Blackout
04:37
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Waking up and I was trying
To figure out if I was dying
Someone's little baby's crying
Pretty sure it ain't mine
Must've been a blackout night
Everything was going so right
All night long the drinks were plenty
Including snow for many
Taking shots and shooting pool
Must've been a wasted fool
Some hot chick was trying to ride me
Sure wasn't this one beside me
I told you to take me home
Why ain't I home?
Couldn't spend the night alone
Guess I threw a dog a bone
Gotta dial back this drinking
What the fuck was I thinking?
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3. |
Stockholm Syndrome
03:47
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Farewell my brother
Slave to another
You dreamed a brighter dream
Your reach fell short it seems
Hide behind your lies
Pitiful disguise
The one who holds you near
A mess of hateful fear
Chains you like a pet
With jealous lies and empty threats
Hide behind your lies
Pitiful disguise
Resigned to something not meant to be
Freedom is under lock and key
Now you have been played the whore
For someone who keeps the score
Of every favor paid to you
You'd find your way if you wanted to
Hide behind your lies
But I see your eyes
Hide behind your lies
Pitiful disguise
Lies... lies... lies...
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4. |
Bob
03:08
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Living down on the beach
High life was out of reach
One hot day, my friend, Bob
Working his dead-end job
Looked down at the water
He was working so high
Washed up on the shore
A strange object caught his eye
Good time to take a break
Close look and no mistake
Close look, it ain't no joke
Fuck yeah! It's a bail of coke
Looked over his shoulder
And he looked up in the sky
Stroke of luck had found its way
To this blue collar guy
He took the big package of blow
Sold it to some guys for some dough
They told him to get out of town
He didn't need to be around
He feels no pain!
Back in the town
Some guys came down to ask around
Looking for their coke
And that sticky-fingered clown
He thought at last he had it made
Too bad his brains had started to fade
He ended up smoking his stack
He blew his coke money on crack
Back to from where he came
Things turned out much the same
On the beach without fail
Looking for another bail
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5. |
Now You Know
04:03
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Let me tell you what's happening here
If the image you see isn't clear
All the clues right in front of your face
Spell the end for humanity's race
Roll your eyes and call the deranged
The ones who tell you the landscape will change
But you're in for a deadly surprise
That you'll see if you open your eyes
All the wind and the rain and the mud
All the fires and earthquakes and floods
The destruction that nature has shown
Cannot compare to what we've done on our own
Since beginning the folly of man
We destroy what we don't understand
And since murder's the game that we play
Who's extinction can we cause today?
How will it give? How will it end?
Not a matter of 'if' but a matter of 'when'
How will it change? What will remain
When it all crashes down on the world you know now?
We're lazy and violent and dumb
And we rape and we murder for fun
And our greatest ambitions and joys
Are to rot from our vices and toys
So we turn to the powers that be
And their lies streaming out on T.V.
But they're plotting the hand of our doom
From the comfort of underground rooms
They use psychological tricks
Throw divisiveness into the mix
Their distractions are easily spun
To keep our minds from the things they have done
Because they poison our food and our air
And our minds so we don't even care
Just as long as we sleep in between
All that time on the blue and white screen
How will it give? How will it end?
Not a matter of 'if' but a matter of 'when'
How will it change? What will remain
When it all crashes down on the world you know now?
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6. |
Bottle
05:27
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Pieces of the bottle shatter my ears
They see pictures through the frame
What is the sound that a crashed car makes?
Well it must be the same
Drinking whiskey and I'm up all night
What do you know? We had another fight
Thoughts of death in a little boy's head
Peace and war lay in the road
I dreamed a dream that I never should've dreamed
After all it was in front of me
Pieces of the bottle shatter my ears
They see pictures through the frame
What is the sound that a crashed car makes?
Well it must be the same
Drinking whiskey and I'm up all night
Son of a batch. Looks like we had another fight
Thoughts of death in a little boy's head
Peace and war lay in the road
I dreamed a dream that I never should've dreamed
After all it was in front of me
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7. |
C U Next Tuesday
02:31
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I'll tell you now what I'm gonna do
After all this torment you put me through
I'm gonna pull you close
Gonna throw you down
Gonna make you good and sore
And when I'm through I'll make you berg me for more
I'm not the angel that comes from above
And you know I'm not here for that kind of love
I'm gonna make you moan
Gonna make you scream
Gonna make you arch your spine
I'll do what I please because now you are mine
Now that you know what you're gonna get
Besides, of course, filthy and wet
I'm gonna make you bite
Make you dig you claws
Gonna make you hold on tight
Rock you hard until the end of the night
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8. |
Strangle
03:00
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Take you down where few girls go
Hit me up after the show
I'll show you things you won't forget
Be my girl. Be my pet
Feeling a tender touch
Taking a tighter clutch
Wondering where this will take you to next
Put your life in my hands
Put your faith in my plans
You might think I'm some kind of jerk
Save it for confession next time you're at church
Feeling a tender touch
Taking a tighter clutch
Wondering where this will take you to next
Gasping for oxygen
Losing your self control
Feeling your eyeballs roll back in your head
The fear you feel will soon subside
Hang on tight. Enjoy the ride
Choke fuck, baby. Can't you see
It's fun for you. It's fun for me
Feeling a tender touch
Taking a tighter clutch
Wondering where this will take you to next
Gasping for oxygen
Losing your self control
Feeling your eyeballs roll back in your head
Now we are passing the point of no turning back
Always the chance this could be your last dance
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9. |
Nothing Left
06:09
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Every day another sip I take from this poison brew
Waiting for the day I can give a taste to you
This prison that I've built, decorated with my rage
One day, I'll break free and you won't have to die of old age
I can tell you now that if you see me again
I will show to you an undeniable truth
As I make you feel the deepest fires of Hell
You will know that I have nothing left to lose
Cool façade. Friend in need
Truth revealed. Friend indeed.
I can tell you now that if you see me again
I will show to you an undeniable truth
As I make you feel the deepest fires of Hell
You will know that I have nothing left to lose
Remember when you showed to me
Your empty soul and vulnerability
Remember when I saved your life
You showed your thanks with the blade of knife
Crying shame you can only die once
You sprung back up from your deepest despair
Next time you fall, I will hand you the rope
Next time you hang, I will kick the chair
I will tell you now that if you see me again
I will show to you an undeniable truth
As I make you feel the deepest fires of Hell
You will know that I have nothing left to lose
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