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Confido
03:21
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Well your pictures in its portrait on the table
Your sense of worth is wasteful
You love me but loves hateful
And void of any real thrill
Hoping the lights would stay still
in a world with all its good will
And we're just skipping the downhill
And I'm not dressed to kill
While you're high on sleeping pills
And I'm as useless as 2 dollar bills
I'm just using my fucking free will
Yeah, I broke your picture on the table
Cause I'm just fucking unstable
I would kill but I'm not able
Keep me away from jumper cables
Cause I set myself in fables
Stuck in the cats cradle
My whole head disabled
Call me prenatal
Always was and always will
Call me ungrateful
I wish my blood would spill
But I don't get a refill
So fuck it I'll stand still
Cause ain't that just gods will
Doesn't God just kill for thrills
Don't we all just kill for bills
Society like a windmill
Around around a stand still
While you build your capital
But everyone's a cannibal
Look at the facts it's tangible
living your life mechanical
But living like an animal
It's understandable
Your math is mathematical
But your ego is adaptable
You as one problematical
I wish you weren't irrational
And I wish I wasn't inflammable
But all of this is impractical
Because im just so detachable
You can search the diagonal
But searching is invaluable
When you're searching for an animal
Consider my death fashionable
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2. |
No Cops!
03:00
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Sitting on the fence
Watching over you
Pulled off the fence
And turned black and blue
The badges of police
Shine in people's eyes
Blinding and collecting
Cops wear a disguise
They'll say that they're right
They'll tell you I'm wrong
They'll say fuck this guy
They'll say fuck his song
Well you need them you say
They made you believe
But I'm too fucking smart
Too need the police.....
Count me out count me out
Yeah I swear I'll scream and shout
I'm not going in that cell
You can all just go to hell.
No cops. no babies. no breakdowns.
Count me out count me out
Yeah I swear I'll scream and shout
I'm not going in that cell
You can all just go to hell
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3. |
Lefty Slapper
04:04
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I've got no self-control
I'm an addict to anything that you'll throw
I wish I could keep us afloat
But I keep digging holes in the god damn boat
I'm part of the new age slave trade
Making slave wage in the new age slave cage
I broke the line of reason
Taking my time and changing the seasons
But the black dogs got me running for my life
Ive got a book of blank pages and a pocket knife.
You got it all wrong
You've got it all wrong
I have 10 voices to tell me when I'm wrong
But you've got it all wrong
I picked up smoking just to pass the time
I've got a ton of secrets but they're all mine
I've got no excuses for the way we act
You see cause me and my friends we've also made a blood pact
So now, it's time to get out
Get out of my head
Now I make noose's from the linings in my bed.
You got it all wrong
You've got it all wrong
I have 10 voices to tell me when I'm wrong
But you've got it all wrong
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Abusment Park
04:02
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Inhale the bright stars
forget who you are
Tear Down the Moon
you're guilty
you're cheap
you consumed
the beauty of an Ordinary Love not deep
not fulfilling
but still interesting in the ways you're instilling your image burned into my brain
these dreams
these nightmares
this childish need
to know something free
of morals
of stigmas
of cheap company
Rolling In shit
then complaining of stench
I'm fat
I'm dirty
a baby's heart wrenched
by the way you choose to cut up those lines
that send you sky high
clip my wings and I'll clip yours
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Sad Kid Phoenix, Arizona
Sad Kid’s dark and gritty delivery assures you that you’re listening to punks with actual problems. The musical mood swings
of Sad Kid songs leave you knowing that parents, partners, and police have all been more than unkind to them.
Phoenix, AZ
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