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Sugar Island
02:50
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I'll be a 50's movie star,
You'll be the passenger in my car,
I'm James Dean, you're Marylin Monroe,
Drive me drunk when I'm too home to go.
I don't know where it starts,
Maybe just maybe it's at this bar,
You'll be the muse,
And the work of art.
Take me to Sugar Island,
Tell me I'll be your man.
Take me to Sugar Island,
Tell me I'll be your man.
I'll be spitting it like Karl Marx,
You'll be killing it like Joan of Arc,
Take history - make our mark,
But do our best work in the dark.
Scraping sweat off the small of your back
Forsake the world, I don't want it back.
I don't want it back.
Take me to Sugar Island,
And tell me I'll be your man.
Take me to Sugar Island,
And tell me I'll be your man.
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2. |
Shallow Grayve
03:33
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We'll still remain the Essentials,
And we'll slay all our devils,
But we'll always be rebels,
You can dwell in our temple.
This is our last march,
We're gonna give them all that we got,
To put you in a shallow a grave,
A shallow grave,
This is our last march,
And we're gonna give them all that we got,
To put you in a shallow grave,
A shallow grave.
Oh I left my homie there dying,
While I'm out just providing,
Anarchy slowly we're sliding,
They'll have you drawn and quartered for lying.
Woh This is our last march and,
We're gonna give it all that we got,
To put you in a shallow grave,
A shallow grave.
Woh This is our last march and,
We're gonna give it all that we got,
To put you in a shallow grave,
A shallow grave. A shallow grave,
A shallow grave.
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3. |
Alive
05:12
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Forget this apathy,
Come take a nap with me,
You can spend some time,
inside these arms of mine.
And we'll forsake everything we thought divine.
Do you remember what it was like to feel alive?
Live. Alive!
Forget this apathy,
Come take a nap with me,
You can spend some time,
inside these arms of mine.
And we'll forsake everything we thought divine.
Do you remember what it was like to feel alive?
Live. Alive!
Forget this apathy,
Come take a nap with me,
You can spend some time,
inside these arms of mine.
And we'll forsake everything we thought divine.
Do you remember what it was like to feel alive?
Live. Alive!
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4. |
Scrot Song
03:58
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Whiskey and shame,
Hope and pain,
These are the little things that make life so great
Like family and love,
Then losing it all,
Only a tortured soul knows how to fall,
Ba da ba da dah da dah da.
Ba da ba da dah da dah da.
Ba da bah da dah.
It's like judging the man that can't carry his weight,
When you don't know what it was that made him that way
It's easy to throw stones, to break homes,
But I'll take an honest man with a simple plan,
And leave him alone.
Whiskey and shame, hope and pain.
Whiskey and shame, hope and pain.
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5. |
I Swim
03:33
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I don't feel like doing it,
And if I did,
It's not as fun as back when we were kids.
But hey, what is?
I don't wanna sound like an optimist,
Cuz we're going down in a sinking ship,
But hey, I swim.
But hey, I can swim.
And if it's not entertaining,
You can just change the channel.
Like that girl who's masturbating in a hotel in Seattle.
And if it's not entertaining,
You can just change the channel.
You can find me masturbating in that hotel in Seattle.
I don't feel like doing it,
and if I should,
It probably wouldn't end up any good.
But hey, what would?
I don't wanna sound like a pacifist,
Cuz I would hurt every single one of you,
If I was any good at violence.
Yeah you're lucky that I'm not prone to violence.
Cuz it's not entertaining,
On every goddamn channel.
You're violently penetrating my society
With a wooden broom-handle.
You're violently penetrating my mind,
With a wooden, splintered broom-handle.
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