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Live and Let DUI
02:19
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So we'll live and let DUI.
Upon the chance that we'll survive.
I don't think you'll make it out alive.
Arriving at the ICU.
With a mouthful of blood turned to a pool
You close your eyes and who do you see.
Not Jesus Christ or God himself.
It is your mom in living hell.
All you try to say is I love you.
She knows the error of my ways.
Guilt, shame and fear all sharing the same face.
She knows the error of my ways.
A life has been given, but also taken away.
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2. |
Dead Friends
03:02
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Beautiful people with a love so immense.
Full of drug corruption and self indulgence.
It's the place where I'm from, I'm sure I'll go back.
But I'll be sure to avoid all the traps.
With help, I can revive.
Dead friends still alive.
Walking corpses so content, their wearing shoes made of cement.
The look of sorrow, you sink, we lament.
Dead friends and true friends.
Are old friends and new friends.
They want to exit.
I cannot accept it.
Dead friends and true friends.
Are old friends and new friends.
They want to exit.
I cannot accept it.
I hit the floor, I'd of thought.
When the bombed was dropped.
You broke the news so clean to me.
I thought your joke was fucking mean.
But there was no smile around to be seen.
Just when I start to grieve
and drop to my knees.
They dropped you 6, 6, 6 feet down.
Until your coffin hit the ground.
Cathartic burial mound.
Dead friends and true friends.
Are old friends and new friends.
They want to exit.
I cannot accept it.
Dead friends and true friends.
Are old friends and new friends.
They want to exit.
I cannot accept it.
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3. |
Weird Alcoholic
04:20
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Expect me to believe anything you say.
I am American, gullibly brave.
Lying is the key to truth as it dies.
Pull the wool, over our eyes.
Now I'm too blind to see.
If you bite your tongue, then breathe; slowly exhale.
And with tolerance, it will prevail.
Dying is to sleep as fear is to flight
Justify, make it seem right.
Now I'm too blind to see.
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4. |
Snowed In
02:50
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We're attacking Iraq with drugs from within.
The amount of deaths caused by us; heroin
Rest in peace, middle east, how you've grown, underground.
Make it seem, like a dream, water board, how I've drowned.
Heroin warfare.
Eye for an eye, we're square.
What have you done for sanctity.
I urge you not to speak.
The snow will fall on their eyes; make them blind.
As the sand, starts to turn, from the wind, peace of mind.
We need, a war, so that we, cast the blame.
The profit, must be made, and not heard, ours to claim.
Heroin warfare.
Eye for an eye, we're square.
What have you done for sanctity.
I urge you not to speak.
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Our muscles are only as big as our bombs.
The US Armed Forces yield the second largest income for Guam.
That makes me sick and I think I might puke.
Nuclear weapons for kooks.
Our muscles are only as big as our guns.
We need to realize that this goddamn war can't be won.
Find a better way to dispose of our nukes.
Nuclear weapons for kooks.
Our muscles are only as big as our tanks.
We need to occupy patience to prove that we don't banks.
We can make peace, there's no use for troops.
Nuclear weapons for kooks.
Our muscles are only as big as our fears.
Don't cower away when they threaten if you don't adhere.
We keep blaming others but we're the hate group.
Nuclear weapons for kooks.
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6. |
Dead Friends Part II
03:05
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Hang on to it like a conduit.
Let it be the channel which you prefer.
So be alive when you hold the knife.
Life will pass you by all the same.
It's clear, why you turned out this way.
To make sense out of this mess.
The feelings that you want to suppress.
I hope, you make it out alive
Wear your heart, as we drift apart.
Keep it on your sleeve when you get hurt.
Hold your breath, as you pray for death.
The black trench coat he wears will appear.
Grab his hand, there's no need to fear.
I fear this will be the end.
I know that I will lose a friend.
It was not worth it at all.
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Terror
06:45
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There is a war inside the state lines.
There is a war in the town.
There is a war in your sight.
So grab your gun and let's loot the streets tonight.
There's police in your town.
There's police in your home.
There's police inside your phone.
So live in the lines and continue to be a drone.
It's a meaningless effort don't try to escape.
They know where you are going don't hide from the state.
The only thing you can do is remain.
Big brother is there with his arm around you.
You can confide in his love and his awful truth.
The double edge sword is here for disdain.
There's love somewhere inside you.
There's love to replace the hate.
There's love somewhere in my heart.
It was there yesterday but hypocrisy took it away.
I've found you should believe in
Anything the war machine spills.
The word terror is made to protect you.
It's measured by how many people they kill.
A bullet has never been a success.
It only adds fear to a class under stress.
So get out your guns and get out your flags.
Lets burn them together to start the attack.
We'll begin to revolt just like Kiev.
Until they get scared, and we're sentenced to death
We'll flee down south, Venezuela seems nice.
The inflation ain't bad when the dead pay the price.
The inflation ain't bad when the dead pay the price.
The inflation ain't bad when the dead pay the price.
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