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Sleep When You're Dead
03:02
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I need some better sense to hold this heavy head up
To keep my wits that wont come back to me
I’ve been running low on running low
I’ve been running on God Damn Empty
It’s just these days that never end
They just lead to the next night shift
And I cant shift my thoughts from thinking I’m lost
When the last smoke is cashed and the bottle is empty
First of the month is the last of the week
Light up a smile and say, “Hell, it’s been a while,
Since I’ve lived comfortably.”
We’ve all been caught down at the pawnshop
Swearing our ax is not a fake
Cause if I’m going a month without playing
You better provide me with enough beer to blind me
Cause I need blinding
Cause I have seen far to fucking much
When the last smoke is cashed and the bottle is empty
First of the month is the last of the week
Light up a smile and say, “Hell, it’s been a while,
Since I’ve lived comfortably.”
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Handstamps
03:03
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So read my lips I’m running the show these days
Or at least that’s what 13 Heinekens told me to say
I spent my cab fair on my fucking welfare when I said “Well, I better get drunk.”
That seems fair enough to me
Goddamn the state that I am in
Telling every dame I can that my heart belongs to them
So I’ll say (HAY)
With every handstamp washed away
I will never drink again
Until the next time I’m out drinking
Then I’ll say (HAY)
With every handstamp washed away
I will never drink again
Until the next time I’m out drinking
Work those wrists I’m painting this town blood red
Burned my last brain cell, left common sense for dead
I spent my cab fair on my fucking welfare when I said “Well, I better get drunk.”
That seems fair enough to me
Goddamn the state that I am in
Telling every dame I can that my heart belongs to them
So I’ll say (HAY)
With every handstamp washed away
I will never drink again
Until the next time I’m out drinking
Then I’ll say (HAY)
With every handstamp washed away
I will never drink again
Until the next time I’m out drinking
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3. |
Killin' Me Smalls
04:04
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Just walk it off, he ain’t worth the time
You know that you’ll get with all of your priors
Just get some air, go bum a smoke
Say that this world is a joke
You don’t get, your not alone
It ain’t hell, it’s damn near close
You don’t need a fist
No you need a better way
Try to keep your chin up, chin up
You don’t need a noose
No you need a better rope
Try to keep your chin up, chin up
Just leave the mail, the notice of bills
You know you can’t pay, you swear you never will
Just punch the clock, don’t punch the wall
The deposits the joke that you know
You won’t get, your not alone
It ain’t hell, it’s damn near close
You don’t need a fist
No you need a better way
Try to keep your chin up, chin up
You don’t need a noose
No you need a better rope
Try to keep your chin up, chin up
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4. |
Raid! The Pharmacy
02:10
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I know a kid in the day he used to sell me weed
Then that kid opened up a dispensary
There was a raid, was a raid, from the federalist state
D.E.A said take this fucking dealer away
I know a kid, he takes a 100 milligrams
Of Adderall a day
He says it fucking gives him the shakes
He doesn’t take, doesn’t take that shit anymore
He sells it all when he gets his prescription filled
All to keep, the drugs of the streets and in the pharmacy
But I don’t see a way, we could ever change
I don’t see a way, until we raid the pharmacies
Raid the pharmacies, raid the pharmacies
Raid the pharmacies, raid the pharmacy
Tell your lies, educate me on the war on drugs
Do your lines when you’re sure that the cameras are off
Tell your wives take whatever keeps you in bed
Don’t show surprise when she’s home snorting Ambien
All to keep, the drugs of the streets and in the pharmacy
But I don’t see a way, we could ever change
I don’t see a way, until we raid the pharmacies
Raid the pharmacies, raid the pharmacies
Raid the pharmacies, raid the pharmacy
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5. |
Fan Fiction
01:52
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You've got a bridge to sell
I've got a story to tell
Relying relying on
How you can fabricate
How you can litigate
Eroding the foundation
Of the ground I'm standing
SInce your here lets just clear the air
I'm reacting to how you've been acting
I never wanted you to go
I never wanted you to change
All I wanted was to say was to say
Whisper slow back to me
I won't make believe
Won't make believe
Won't make believe
Won't make believe
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