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War Against Me
02:06
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We can do a lot of incredible things here
Tell me what its worth if you can’t take a piss
That was my welcoming, boy did it feel sincere
But I was a stupid optimist
Working with this guy who does his whole job high
I guess that’s why he’ll only supervise
They tell me I ain’t paid to think, a thought does cross my mind
Every day when they go and cut your overtime
One small step away from short changed with a broken back
Why not milk that comp and not do jack
In a war against me
You’re one small step from short changed with a broken back
Why not milk that compensation, what’s worth jack
In a war against you
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Warehouse Job
03:19
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I’ve got a warehouse job working in the city
Where packages come and they need receiving
Boxes of all different sizes
Your firestorm is a dull surprise
At my warehouse job working in the city
Where management don’t come around routinely
A teamster don’t mean what you think
I ain’t feeling like part of the team
This shit’s got me feeling alone
This shit’s got me feeling like
I ain’t been this lost since I left home
I got a warehouse job and it’s underground
There’s a city above me but I hear no sound
The rainwater leaks down from the street
Right into my basement suite
At this warehouse job working in the city
Where packages come and they need receiving
Shame to think of what’s to come
From the time I’ve wasted while I was young
This shit’s got me feeling alone
This shit’s got me feeling like
I ain’t been this lost since I left home
I’m at my warehouse job working in the city
Still at this warehouse job
I’m at my warehouse job but I’m phoning it in
When management calls like where have you been
Why is receiving down, shipping late
Because I can’t find a way to relate
This shit’s got me feeling alone
This shit’s got me feeling like
I ain’t been this lost since I left home
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Lode Runner
03:10
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Back in the days when I’d kick back
Behind the screen of my Compaq
Presario plaza and asthma
I could get lost for a whole month
Kids out the window I can hear ya
But red monks are chasing me through sierra
Fell down that hole, got swallowed up again
This endless game cycle keeps looping
Lode runner
Man I could use a second gunner
More than a helping hand
I could use a friend
Back when the produce pickers picketed
I was feeling funny tryna fit in
Used to stay up late with some killer cats
Dropping the puck and racking up the stats
I took some time to try and figure out
Whatever them produce guys went on about
Never thought I would find myself this way
Until I went shopping just the other day
Lode runner
Man I could use a second gunner
More than a helping hand
I could use a friend
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Hoping 4 U
03:33
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I felt your hand run down my spine
I didn’t check guess it could have been mine
But I was hoping for you
For a second in time
A thought is crossing my mind
But I’m hoping for you
I was hoping for you, I was hoping for you
Just leave a thimble in my hand like you always do
I was hoping for you, I was hoping for you
Longing for the way that you wanted me to
I felt your lips on edge of mine
Was frightened to open my eyes
Left hoping for you
Watch your hand make out a sign
You slip into the haze of night
But I’m hoping for you
I was hoping for you, I was hoping for you
Just leave a thimble in my hand like you always do
I was hoping for you, I was hoping for you
Longing for the way that you wanted me to
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5. |
Take U Back
03:42
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Lights are flickering from the circuits tripping off
Squealing speakers, your dirty sneakers on
The bass drum will knock your senses numb
And beer foam tastes a bit like home
Anybody can act a little rogue
Down at the ottoman
I want to take you back to the ottoman
Ain’t let no sun in where the yuengling is abundant
The walls shake with a sonic quake
You’re such a rascal with the tobacco sauce
You shoot ‘em down and order one more round
Anybody get tied up like a hound
Down at the ottoman
I want to take you back to the ottoman
There’s a place in time a slice out my mind
The hooligans don’t mean no offense
They mostly lack just a bit of common sense
Down at the ottoman
I want to take you back to the ottoman
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Perfect Friend
03:11
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I heard you calling for me
I heard you calling loud
You know that I’ve been lonely
You know I ain’t too proud
Since things been going steady the urge is to get out
I hope this don’t come off too desperate now
I’m staring through an empty
I’m dodging, ducking eyes
There’s hardly hurt in one time
But ain’t it tough to justify
The first time’s all politeness
Second time a compromise
But by that third time come around its woefully unwise
Just roll over
Call my bluff
I can’t touch temptation
You aim to crush
Pull over
I got lost again
Can’t fight this feeling
You’re a perfect friend
I hope this don’t come off too desperate
Just roll over
Call my bluff
I can’t touch temptation
You aim to crush
Pull over
I got lost again
Can’t fight this feeling
You’re a perfect friend
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7. |
Like A Smoker
03:54
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Chain wrapped tight around your hand
Flung it deadly like a shuriken
Aimed it right at the middle of my chest
Drop me to my knees down on this finished floor
Dear lord, I heard you look like a smoker
I bet you keep it cool while shooting straight liquor
Nothing compares to seeing it first hand
I wish I came in here with any type of plan
Ain’t got no patience or time for the recluse
You’re slowly pulling them closer to reckless
You’re a cleaver in the hands of a maniac
Cut them down swifter than a heart attack
Dear lord, I heard you look like a smoker
I bet you keep it cool while shooting straight liquor
Nothing compares to seeing it first hand
I wish I came in here with any type of plan
Ain’t got no patience or time for the recluse
You’re slowly pulling them closer to reckless
I can’t defy
All the notions that we’re suffering
Living the wrong lives
I can’t deny
All the emotion-ipulation, tell me
There’s more to this life than just pain and strife
Ain’t got no patience or time for the recluse
You’re slowly pulling them closer to reckless
I can’t defy
All the notions that we’re suffering
Living the wrong lives
I can’t deny
All the emotion-ipulation, tell me
There’s more to this life than just pain and strife
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8. |
Selfless/Selfish
03:13
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My teeth grind hard
My teeth grind faster
Than they’ve ever moved before
The dust it tastes like air that’s been
Trapped inside too long
These fingers work themselves to the bone
Nail beds are receding
Eyes that never have misguided
You find misleading
I’ve worked so hard
At avoiding me
I’ve worked so hard
At avoiding me
I’ve worked so hard
At avoiding me
I’ve worked
My teeth grind faster
Than they’ve ever moved before
The taste of blood is ever present
It’s something I can’t ignore
I sense failure and I see failure
In everything I shouldn’t believe
It all feels possible during this bleached daydream
I don’t follow through
I don’t ever do
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t mean to be a martyr all the time
Nobody likes a martyr all the time
I ain’t asking you to form a line
Nobody likes a martyr all the time
Selfless selfish sob
I am
I don’t follow through
I don’t ever do
I don’t
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9. |
Backs Of Fools
03:34
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Fallen victim to the same old follies
I’ve been thinking that someday you’ll call me
It’s like I am waiting, for a painful catalyst
A close call, an untimely end just missed
Stubbornly opposed but, I could use your guidance
Why’s it in our nature to fight this
It’s like I am waiting for a painful catalyst
A close call, an untimely end just missed
You’re not living the part
Keep on playing by the rules
Nobody said it was a painless start
A rod for the backs of fools
What will it take to motivate
Your serious concern
My friend I can’t relate
Some of us just never learn
I won’t risk it all, in fact
Prefer you make that call
What’s the tell you about me and my
Perpetual stalling
I’d rather have it all threatened away
Before I’m picking up a fight
That’s as hollow a commitment as you’re ever going to hear
And you know that I’m damn right
Keep on waiting, for a painful catalyst
A close call, an untimely end just missed
You’re not living the part
Keep on playing by the rules
Nobody said it was a painless start
A rod for the backs of fools
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10. |
Paperbag Kid
04:46
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I was a paper bag bound book kid
Scribbling stories in the pages where I hid
I used to believe that ray guns were possible
Secret languages we spoke were inaudible
To anyone but us, to anyone but us
Measure twice, cut and tape
A fitted jacket with canvas linings for ink
You trade it all in for a cool kid book sock, don’t think
You’re not making a sacrifice, when one size fits all
I was a paper bag bound book kid
Better caught day dreaming no matter the period
Lack of cope-ability, it’s a symptom of growing fast
Naïve fascinations are the casualty they don’t ever last
But I hope you’ll last
Measure twice, cut and tape
A fitted jacket with canvas linings for ink
You trade it all in for a cool kid book sock, don’t think
You’re not making a sacrifice, when one size fits all
I can feel it
Pulling like never before
I’ve never felt so sure
A self-doubting nature
Conditioned for reward
Measure twice, cut and tape
A fitted jacket with canvas linings for ink
You trade it all in for a cool kid book sock, don’t think
You’re not making a sacrifice, when one size fits all
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