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At the Tone
01:44
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Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today
feeling kind of funny,
so I withdrew all of my money
and I
called you up and said "I'm sorry,
please come with me. I've had about a year
of bad days in the span of a week, and I
wanna get away, wanna get away,
to a place where I can sleep,
fall in love eternally."
"So when you hear this, give me a call.
I've still got your number saved,
I'm still dreaming of your face,
and I
Don't know if you know I wrote you a song,
don't know if you ever sing along;
don't know if you know I kept those love notes
that we wrote when we were young.
Don't know if you know I wrote you a song
don't know if you ever sing along;
don't know if you know I still write love notes
like we wrote when we were...
"When you hear this, give me a call,
I've acquired one-way tickets
to the ending of it all."
Hung up the phone, hung up the phone,
took off alone again,
drove up I5 towards my inevitable end.
I left my message at the tone,
I've locked the door, I'm coming home.
I've hit rock bottom, so I know
there's nowhere left to go but...
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2. |
Haunted
02:10
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Up in the attic
behind all the boxes,
I think there's a skeleton
who wants to live again.
Down in the basement,
we tried to erase it:
A spray paint pentagram
What the fuck's happening?
This house must be haunted
and that's why the rent's cheap.
My cat won't stop meowing
at 3 in the morning:
He's hissing and arching,
and staring at corners,
and - oh my god,
why's he running around?
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Somebody told me
that 3 AM
is when all the spirits
come out to dance,
and somebody painted
"redrum" in my mirror
with...
Well, I hope that it's nail polish!
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Something is sending
a chill down my spine:
It's casting hexes
and speaking in rhyme.
There's a sleep paralysis demon
at the end of my bed
every night.
Maybe I'm crazy,
or maybe I'm scared,
or maybe I'm just telling
stories
to keep me awake.
To keep
me awake.
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
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3. |
Prison Tattoos
03:23
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I want
prison tattoos in the shape of the moon underneath the knot in my shoulder,
the one that gets larger everyday, it gets harder and gets colder.
I swear the voice in my head has been conspiring with the
devil who camps on my neck.
They will stage a guerrilla rebellion once I've
grown too weak to fight back.
Every day it gets darker, gets darker,
Whenever it rains, it pours.
Every night I hear the werewolves howling,
I wonder if I am next,
I wonder if I am next.
The mirror has shattered,
I know what that means,
Seven more years of bad luck.
Add it to tab, I've already lost track
of all the spilt salt and black cats.
They say your body's a temple, well then mine's a crusade:
An unholy war against life, or maybe death.
And the king burnt his castle and murdered the queen,
and left the court Jester to clean.
Every day it gets darker, gets darker,
Whenever it rains, it pours.
Every night I hear the werewolves howling,
I wonder if I am next,
I wonder if I am next.
Every day it gets darker, gets darker,
I feel a storm in my bones.
Every night I hear the werewolves howling
I wonder if I am next
I wonder if I am next
I wonder if I
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4. |
Rigor Mortis
02:00
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Rigor mortis, rigor mortis:
When my body stops moving,
then you'll finally know
that I'm dead.
Rigor mortis, rigor mortis:
'til my heart stops beating.
Then the doctors can call
time of death.
Rigor mortis, rigor mortis:
When my eyes glaze over,
then you'll finally know
that I'm dead.
Rigor mortis, rigor mortis:
'til my lungs stop breathing.
One more gasp as I take
my last breath.
Until then;
Until that day;
Until the motherfuckers beat the life out of me,
I will
Fight the good fight,
hold onto that hope
for a better world if we don't let go.
I will always be
the last one in the room.
Chairs up, lights off,
It's time to go home.
You can count on me
'Til I die!
Rigor mortis, rigor mortis:
When my body stops moving,
then you'll finally know
that I'm dead.
Rigor mortis, rigor mortis:
'til my heart stops beating.
Then the doctors can call
time of death.
Rigor mortis, rigor mortis:
When my eyes glaze over,
then you'll finally know
that I'm dead.
Rigor mortis, rigor mortis:
'til my lungs stop breathing.
One more gasp as I take
my last breath.
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5. |
Pigs Can't Dance!
03:27
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I got a little fucked up
I got a little beat down
I got a little washed out
I got a little fucked up
I got a little beat down
I got a little washed out
I got a little fucked up
cuz I couldn't stand the thought of
being all alone now.
I got a little beat down
when I tried to fight the cops off;
Who let the pigs on the dance floor?
I got a little washed out
when red rains of despair fell
and flooded out the foothills.
I got a little fucked up
I got a little beat down
I got a little washed out
I got a little fucked up
I got a little beat down
I got a little washed out
I got a little shook up
by raw data and statistics;
When did my neighbors get so hateful?
I got a little pissed off
cuz you're lying to my face now;
Go get that shit out of your system!
I got a little burnt out
when no one else would listen
to something longer than a soundbite.
I got a little fucked up
I got a little beat down
I got a little washed out
I got a little shook up
I got a little pissed off
I got a little burnt out
I got a little fucked up
I got a little fucked up
Everything is fucked now
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6. |
This Town
04:43
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People don't know how to drive in this town,
it's like they don't care if they die in this town.
Everyone's got somewhere to be, but nowhere to go.
People don't know how to love in this town,
it's like they lost a part of their hearts to this town:
Like being wrapped up in a blanket, but you're still too cold.
Like hanging out all night with your friends, but still feeling alone.
"This town is alive," we're screaming,
over dumpster fires and empty hearts.
We'd rather be dead than dying.
We'd rather be blind than guilty.
"This town is alive," we're crying.
"This town is alive."
People don't know how to make in this town,
it's like they forgot this town is broken.
Be quiet while the city sleeps, or she'll hear your lies;
Listen to her busy streets, you can hear them cry.
People don't know how to pray in this town,
it's like they forgot this town is a demon.
Careful on the city streets, or she'll eat you alive.
She'll chew you up and spit you back out,
you'll never survive.
"This town is alive," we're screaming,
over dumpster fires and empty hearts.
We'd rather be dead than dying.
We'd rather be blind than guilty.
"This town is alive," we're crying.
"This town is alive."
I'm holding on but I won't last for long.
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In the background of the city lights,
you could see the smog through the headlights.
Got a lot of places to go;
got a lot of nowhere to go.
In the background of the city nights,
you wouldn't even know it's midnight.
Couldn't snag a wink of sleep:
Kept thinking of you and me.
Kept thinking of you and me.
Kept drinking so I wouldn't be
in the background of everything,
like a shadow just trying to breathe.
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8. |
Little Old Lazarus
03:11
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Little old Lazarus,
please come back from the dead.
Meet me in the abandoned chantry,
I could really use a friend.
Monomythic tragedies
bring sympathetic ends.
Post-ironic sacraments for
pre-agnostic men.
When the levee breaks, my dear,
I'll jump into the flow.
Wash away these sins
and let this body go.
Free me from this mortal coil,
...... forevermore
Mrs Mary Magdalene,
can you teach me what you learned?
I have yet to hear a sermon
that would make me believe in church.
King of kings, meet fool of fools,
let's find a bush to burn.
Like sinners searching for a god,
we just want to be heard.
When the levee breaks, my dear,
I'll jump into the flow.
Wash away these sins
and let this body go.
Free me from this mortal coil,
...... forevermore
We're all waiting for the rapture
We're all waiting for the flood
We're all waiting for a plague to wipe us out
The world's ending, We're all fucked
The world's ending, We're all fucked
We're all fucked
We're all fucked
We're all fucked
We're all fucked
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