1. |
Prelude to Port Huron
01:00
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When I was young I was tired and miserable
Now I’m old and barely visible
The bloom of youth is wasted on the young
But time is undefeated when the bell is rung
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2. |
Violence, Schmiolence
01:36
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Too young to be a cynic
Too old to be a fool
And I don't believe in psychics
But I do believe in truth
And I lack the constitution
to see inside the lines
To be part of the solution
I've tried, I've fucking tried
it will end in violence and everyone will hurt
I lack concentration
Too polarized to act
on self emancipation
I'm trapped, so fucking trapped
It will end in violence because everything is worse
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3. |
Hey Turkey!
02:42
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Hey Turkey wanna go swimming?
The world is on fire, don’t be a chicken
Big move, new life all over before the ink dried
In an instant all our hopes were dashed
Günaydın, tailspin. Never had a chance to begin
An adventure never meant to last
who knew it'd be so fast?
Hey Turkey wanna go swimming?
The world is on fire, don’t be a chicken
Hey pigeon wanna place bets?
There’s tanks on the bridge, we'll play roulette
All night streets bleed In a state of emergency
Silent breaking of the fast
New day red eye over cities emotion burns bright
The eyebrows lead us to the past
Who knew it could be so fast?
Hey Turkey wanna go swimming?
The world is on fire, don’t be a chicken
Hey pigeon wanna place bets?
There’s tanks on the bridge, we'll play roulette
Go back to Torrance
You don’t belong here!
Go back to Torrance!
Best disappear!
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4. |
Namaste, Asshole
03:18
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In the parking lot your lip got popped
And damage controlled the scene
And in the garage, a slow sabotage
Became our toxic routine
Don’t say it isn’t personal
Buddy, keep it to yourself
It seems we
All walk through
Big circles
Around you
Missed apostrophes and insecurities
Were dyed black in our machine
In your skinny jeans , a one verse pony
Won't change our disparities...now
Don’t say it isn’t personal
Just fucking keep it to yourself
It seems we
All walk through
Big circles
Around you
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5. |
Misery Index
02:54
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Humming Status, Singing quo
Dressed for sitting at home
A TV winter as I measure my significance
Disappointed, I’m disjointed
The past is a mess, the futures a trainwreck
I said “fuck it” and went for a dip
It keeps coming and I'm swinging
Keeps pulling me under but I’m still swimming
Is this it?
Am I a footnote on an endnote of a circle?
No.
This is bullshit
an empty warehouse like a church on Monday morning
Quiet. Silenced now.
Guilty pleasures carefully measured
Put on a face that allows for a raise
But the thrill of the chase moves my eyes to the suitcase
Conversations, we can have them
For now I’m content | surrounded by champions
Not the worry of what will be next
It keeps coming and I'm swinging
It’s pulling me under but I’m still swimming
Is this it?
Am I a footnote on an endnote of a circle?
No
This is bullshit!
I'm an empty warehouse like a church on Monday morning
Quiet. Silenced now
Quiet. Silence.
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Preoccupation with occupation
And scratching the itch, and playing with my dick
Am I just wasting time?
Commit or just fucking quit
This shit is bullshit, that shit is horseshit
Fuck being prudent, I Want to Write music
Stupid fixation keeps me from pursuit of success
I'm part of the whole
A barnacle on the cock of a whale
I’m so fucking old
So fucking dull so fucking goddamn stale
Noodles are calling, effort is falling
Slightly obsessed, the latest recess is sucking me in
I said “fuck it” and went back to my desk
Stand straight and suck up, and don’t be a fuck-up
Swallow your pride and provide while the sun’s up
Delusions of grandeur are clouding your head, it’s enough
I'm part of the whole
A barnacle on the cock of a whale
I’m so fucking old,
So fucking dull, so fucking goddamn stale
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7. |
Midlife C(h)ris(t)is
03:15
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On the 8th day
God woke up from his nap
Kicked his feet up and cracked
An ice cold High Life
On a marquee
Of a church in Ozark, Missouri
He named his fictitious story
Called it religion
R-E-L-I-G-I-O-N
That’s what it read
Believe, believe
In anything but me
Believe, believe
There is no Plan B
In God we trust
In God we trust
On the next day
hazed from the champagne of beers
Post-drunken anxiety nears
of judgement's passing
Another marquee
On a church in Flat Lick, Kentucky
God changed the end of his story
Renamed “forgiveness”
That’s when God found Jesus and said
That’s when he said:
Believe, believe
In anything but me
Believe, believe
There is no Plan B
In God we trust
In God we trust
And then his son came
And all of our problems were solved
He'd walk on the line for us all
Songs of salvation
Bad Samaritans
and cynics thought they were slick
“Hey bastard!” “You son of a dick!”
To Christ on a crosswalk
That’s when God killed Jesus and said
Believe, believe
In anything but me
Believe, believe
There is no Plan B
In God we trust
In God we trust
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8. |
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As a child I’d speak child
Didn’t want to be a kid
As a child I’d think child
Didn’t want to be a kid
When I was young I was tired and miserable
As a man I still thought child
And only wanted childish things
but now at night I close my eyes
And wonder how it ends
Because old sins cast long shadows
When I was young I was tired and miserable
Now I’m old and I’m just fine invisible
The bloom of youth is wasted on the young
And time is undefeated when the bell is rung
But I say FUCK IT, FIGHT ON!
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9. |
Sons and Daughters
03:34
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Do children make us better men?
Or do they make us older children
Do children shape our motivation?
Or do they make us nervous versions of ourselves with good intentions
And the same bad ideas
Time pushes only one direction
Wishing for a second chance
In the eyes of our DNA Reflections
It gives us hope but makes us sad
That it won’t last
Bloodshot eyes we drive to work
To make ourselves important
while back at home they wait for us
the sun is gone but I can see your face and expectations
but I can't control the fear
Time pushes only one direction
Wishing for a second chance
In the eyes of our DNA Reflections
It gives us hope but makes us sad
That it won’t last
My eyes burnt out
A parting wish if you could take my word for now
And get around to all the things I dreamt about
If you want it you can have it all
Have it all
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10. |
Maybe, But....
03:13
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Maybe I drank too much
But I pissed a lot too
You should’ve moved your running shoes
Maybe I drank too much
But I pissed a lot too
You might rinse your kitchen sink
Sorry I won’t shut up
But I’m seeing two of you
Triangulate the conversation
One and done
Not tonight
I pissed on everyone
And pissed everyone off
Yeah, I drank too much,
and I drank yours too
Lost my keys, they’re in the pool
Lost my pants, my socks, blame the booze
Words without inhibition
One and done
Not tonight
Two and through
Not my style
I pissed on everyone
And pissed everyone off
I don’t know what I’ve done (get your shit together)
To piss everyone off (get your shit together)
Maybe I drink too much
But I piss a lot too
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11. |
Siamese Nightmare
03:40
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We lit the bridge from the middle
Big block “O” on my chest
I’d love some of your attention
Pay no mind to the rest
Stage left, off center
Watched you slay the scene
You’re too humble to mention
And we didn’t mean to be your
Siamese Nightmare
Omar!
Visit us in jail
We never go half-way
When it comes to being assholes
Omar!
Sorry we Fucked up
We never go half-way
When it comes to being assholes
Oh, Omar.
Kicked the ladder from the rooftop
On my chest a big block “M”
I am a golden god
And this night’s not going to end
What started in good fun
Drowned in too many drinks
Drunk and shirtless
we didn’t mean to be your
Siamese Nightmare
Omar!
Visit us in jail
We never go half-way
When it comes to being assholes
Omar!
Sorry we Fucked up
We never go half-way
When it comes to being assholes
Oh, Oh, Oh Omar.
Struck a match Against my teeth
Felt the fire underneath
“A” and “R” fled the scene
Felt the cuffs, hit the ground singing...
Omar!
You never visit us in jail
We never go half-way
When it comes to being assholes
Omar!
Sorry we Fucked up
An inmate in the bathroom
Says he likes my haircut
Oh no!
Oh, Omar
Oh, Omar.
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12. |
Memento Mori
03:02
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A funeral train
A crowded plane
A cross on the interstate
An hourglass
A flag half staff
The prospect fascinates
Memento Mori
Don’t forget to die
Don’t forget to allow
The thought of it to ruin your whole life
A fresh bouquet
On Good Friday
The thought perpetuates
A quiet moment
A burnt out “exit” sign
Traffic backed up for miles
Memento Mori
Don’t forget to die
And don’t forget to
allow the thought of it to ruin your whole life
Memento Mori
How will you go?
a picnic at a mausoleum?
Watching a movie show?
When I die
It won’t be for a cause
My grandma died on a Monday
I’ll just give it pause
Aand please
Guide me to the end
Where is your God now?
Where are all your friends?
Memento Mori
Don’t forget to die
Don’t forget to allow the thought of it to ruin your whole life
Memento Mori
how will you go?
a picnic at a mausoleum?
Watching a movie show?
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13. |
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If assholes were crop circles
We’d hold Ph.D.’s in ufology
If dickheads were brutal dictators
We’d be axe in hand at Chop-Chop Square
If being pricks was contagious
We’d be six feet deep in Haskell Co. Kansas
If ‘piece of shit’ was a crime
We’d be doing time at Rikers Isle
Don’t say “it is what it is”
It can’t be what it isn’t
Don’t say “it is what it is”
Isn’t it obvious?
I’m not letting go of it
You can’t clean shit with piss
If dickheads were salutatorians
We’d be second-rate at Watergate
If assholes were homemade bombs
Ted Kaczyski would have fucked our moms
If “piece of shit” was good etiquette
The ghost of Mrs. Post would be proud
If being pricks made you a snitch
We’d be Judas Goats of Galapagos
Don’t say “it is what it is”
It can’t be what it isn’t
Don’t say “it is what it is”
Isn’t it obvious?
I’ll fucking let go of it
You can’t clean shit with piss
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14. |
Tip the Wagon
03:40
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I met a man who always bet on dogs,
In a land that always would embrace them,
said "I’m afraid I’ll always be a Yankees fan, I’ll be goddamned should anything replace them.”
He screamed, “Let’s go Red Sox!”
So I yelled: “Shut the fuck up!”
And I put some Petty
On the jukebox
In a state of parity and chance,
Even duds sometimes suck out a winner,
The hopeful always take the over, man
Show me something, leave the heart to losers
And he screamed, “Let’s go Red Sox!”
So I yelled, “Shut the fuck up!”
And I put some Petty
On the jukebox
Break the curse
Break the fall
If it’s possible at all
I don’t wanna die,
I wanna fight again
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