1. |
Tried So Hard
03:32
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things that I do won’t add up to very much
I want free lunch
the clown goes home at night to fly their kite
tell them when you’ve had enough
and your spine starts to spin
do tell me when everyday feels the same
learn to blame the shoe when it stomps on
the clown will feed their mind to the divine
while we get high and watch the clock
turn on you do tell me when
turning blue cause the clown
is in my shoes
things that I do won’t add up to
very much
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2. |
Kill Your Friends
04:29
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moved to the city and killed my friends
got myself a Mercedes Benz
got so drunk I got the spins
now I don’t know how I’m there
a loose tooth
in my gums
I bite into everyone
but things move slowly
and drift away
I’ll drown in my own decay
but mother says it’s right
now I’m knotted up and so are you
I’m the lace you are the shoe
mother says it’s right
moved to the city to melt into
different faces and new hues
now I digest dirt and eat the news
It’s always blue It’s never blue
now I’m a bag of trash
desperate to rehash
but things move slowly
and drift away
I’ll drown in my own decay
but mother says it’s right
now I’m knotted up
And so are you
I’m the lace you are the shoe
mother says it’s right
to die alone
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3. |
Talk Show Host
03:32
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tried so hard, tried so hard
then it’ll fall and I will crawl
In my dreams a talk show host
tells me I’m a ghost on TV
watch with me the insides squirm
insides squirm
tried so hard, tried so hard
then it’ll fall and I will crawl
things move slow, another day
bending ways, in my sleep
must be that year, idle by fear
same old shit, get high
and get the spins for you
turn things blue
I want it more
walking through doors
tried so hard, tried so hard
then it’ll fall and I will crawl
another year, idle by fear
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4. |
5HITS
03:31
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and I don’t see it half the time
paint my face till I go blind
It will fall anyways
drifting through all the days
blue baby please
break my knees
I can dance in a trance
for you, whenever
It’s the flu
through the last hue
I’ll burn whatever i need to
now I see it all the time
drink the sun prepared to fry
Daryl sits and sips the storm
spits it out the insides squirm
for two lazy freaks
staining sheets in their sleep
forever I’ll drain my spine
what’s ahead
looks the same
as what’s behind
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5. |
Badman
03:04
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It's the future and the past
presence for presents
and kissing ass
so please, please just let it slide
he’s not a bad person
just a bad guy
It depends on what you spend
or where you pray today
talk shows hosts and
holy ghosts know what matters most
it’s the future and the past
pessimistic people snorting glass
so please, please just let it go
there’s no up above
or down below
there’s a place
where the sun only rises half way
and it does it for you
pigs in the sky and
ash in the heart
we’re all clowns
huffing glue
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6. |
Two Hands
04:13
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come back someday
I’ll be good to you
I hope that’s true
dead on monday
sand falls through two hands
kicking cans
then I found out
slivers of a doubt
forced into my hand
then, waking up
bottomless cups
and talk show hosts
come back sunday
I’ll be new I swear
to eat my hair
they’re gone one day
The clown’s well dries up
can’t fill their cup
then you find out
a whisper is a shout
on the highway
then there’s no way in
or a way out, at the mercy
of doubt
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7. |
Soft Brain
01:48
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Soft brain I know you
not in a traditional sense
they always leave, now I’m alone
high on my phone
staring as the roads pull me
into the screen
but it’s never clean
my soft brain
will melt again
they’ll always leave
and you’ll die again
I am a mouth breather
in a tin foil hat
the snakes are god
they’ll have my back
then I lose control of
my soft brain
then I’ll be sane
pictures with no frames
humans without games
my soft brain
the snakes aren’t to blame
for biting ankles though
that’s just how it goes
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8. |
Snakes in the Grass
03:00
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talk right, no you don’t talk right
no I don’t need any answers
from snakes in the grass
think first, finish last
learn to cry
all clowns die
at night feeling so bright
sucking air, then you’re ready
to die, snakes bite your eye
I just need gasoline
to burn what you bring
they never would
pick up that phone
the lights are on
but no ones home
things always change
I’ll rearrange
to become a bigger part
of the stain
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9. |
Where's My Dimi?
02:22
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you, standing still, swallowing a pill
always refill, gas, in your hands
throw it in the pan, fuck the plan
you, in the crosshairs, you were caught there
just like a bug, they don’t
walk straight, they just
stand there, eyes shut
sewn tight, they
were never there
you, standing still, swallowing a pill
always refill
you, in the crosshairs, you were caught there
just like a bug
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10. |
Death of a Son
03:21
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11. |
Time to Die
01:36
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