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Robert Smith Tattoo
03:00
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Paint my nails on the bus
So my dad won’t cause a fuss
Can’t be embarrassed
Of what he can’t see
I’m a different kid at school
Attitude and breaking rules
They don’t know
What they should do with me
But it’s all a silly dream
I’m good grades and spelling bees
Nobody sees me when I am sad
I just wait my turn to speak
Disintegration on repeat
I guess life ain’t all that bad
Writer’s block and ginger ale
I’ve created my own hell
Everyone thinks that I’m a fake
But I’m growing out my hair
I’m an artist, man I swear
I’m just waiting on my break
But it’s a harsh reality
What if it never comes for me?
My inspiration down the sink
But I can’t wallow in defeat
Disintegration on repeat
Today I’m getting some new ink
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Manic
04:18
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Where did all my time go?
I threw it down some hole
Where I can never get it back
Or regain my control
You told me to listen
You know I never could
Another rushed decision
And I’m up to no good
But wait
Yeah wait
You gotta stop all this goddamn running around
Can’t see the sun if you’re always looking down
And I gotta try to love myself
A little better this year
But I’m still me
I chase my vitamins with beer
Now watch me go
Where did all my money go?
I burnt it at both ends
All this fucking work
And I got nothing to show
You told me to calm down
You know I never could
Another manic weekend
And I’m up to no good
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3. |
Storming In Memphis
04:02
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Gas station coffee
Beef jerky
Anything to fill my tank
And keep me moving
Get a charge on your phone
And check the weather
Let’s see what’s coming at us
It’s storming in Memphis
But we’ll beat it if we book it
Enough uppers for the drive
My wheels are burning
My head is churning
Our buddy’s got a new one
Put it on, play it loud
I hope we see him
When we roll through his town
You’ve only got four directions
So pick a dive bar and hammer down
Then get back home
But where the hell is home?
And I won’t leave
Anything to chance
You’ve only got four directions
So pick a dive bar and hammer down
Then get back home
But where the hell is home?
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4. |
Letter For Rose
04:02
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Daddy’s pistol ain’t been working
Since he’s been working overtime
Ain’t gotta put bread on the table
Guess it’s time I make her mine
Jimmy Black he owes me plenty
For the score I fronted him last fall
But he swears he ain’t got a penny
Let’s see if daddy’s pistol will make him talk
I ain’t coming home tonight
But I left a letter for Rose
Everything I did was for us
But I enjoyed it, I suppose
I don’t remember when it got so dark
Never been one for making plans
It’s always easier to react
So says Jimmy’s blood on my hands
I ain’t coming home tonight
But I left a letter for Rose
Everything I did was for us
But I enjoyed it, I suppose
One more phone call
One last meal
Sodium Thiopental
Nothing left to feel
Daddy’s pistol is retired now
Locked up tight in the evidence room
I’m making plans to get out
Go tell Rose I will see her soon
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5. |
Spill The Blood
05:37
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I never know how to pray
Promises don’t make it go away
You bring the fangs I’ll bring the nails
You bring the bones I’ll bring the tails
Pray to your monument of guilt
I never understood just what we built
That’s not your body in that box
That’s not your spirit on the rocks
I didn’t come here looking for hope
In a bloody knife or a rope
I just want to put up a fight
When all the bad shit comes alive
Every night
Sometimes I wonder when I’ll die
A piece of comfort in my eye
That’s my hand in the coals
That’s the shadow on my soul
Spill the blood
I’ve got enough to fill you up
Spill the blood
I’ve got enough to make the cut
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6. |
Void
03:13
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I crushed the summer
In the palm of my hand
Been a slow runner
Outpaced by every man
Looking for forever
Yeah that’s what I’m hunting down
A different kind of lover
That might want to hang around
And I just want to listen
To “Let It Be”
Westerberg not McCartney
I just need some attitude
To sing along to
Every night while I shout into the void
I caught the winter
And I held on too long
Mistakes of a beginner
Lord how I went wrong
I’m looking for a maybe
Yeah that’s what I’m hunting now
Unbridled and crazy
With her hair hanging down
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7. |
Alive and Dying Fast
04:01
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It never lasts
This week has kicked me in the ass
I don’t know how I can survive
This too shall pass
I’m alive and dying fast
And I just want to be alright
I am always running
From something that I can’t see
You might find me walking
In the sunshine
But the darkness
Has always been a better friend to me
They come and go
All the pretty ones I know
No one ever wants to hang around
I’m too fucked up
And I love everything too much
And all my favorite people are in the ground
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8. |
Curtain
03:16
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Lazy afternoon
I miss spending them with you
Back before you got so blue
And lonesome
I was sitting in the same room
I could feel it too
Wonder how we’d make it through
With hearts so broken
It ain’t gotta be that way
We can find a brighter day
Find kind words to say
To someone who’s hurting
And I guess I’ll do the same
Try to navigate the pain
Finally get to see
Behind the curtain
I was there the day
They laid your daddy in the ground
Old bag of bones don’t make no sound
At all
I know it hurts when I’m around
You put away that wedding gown
Sad pretty music pouring down
The hall
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9. |
Black Sky
02:55
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Mountain wind it’s moving
The direction I’m choosing
I wanna go where the sun will shine
On that girl of mine
River water it’s flowing
And my heart is controlling
Every noun and verb that I want to say
To my baby today
She said, “there’s sugar in my coffee
Now there’s sugar on your lips.
Baby you’re the kind of ghost
That I would not mind to miss.”
I wouldn’t mind to miss.
The campfire is glowing
That big moon its showing
Gonna light the way so I can see
What she’s doing to me
The black sky it’s hiding
All the love that I’m fighting
I want to dive in and sink so deep
I’m my baby’s to keep
She says, “there’s poison in my whiskey
Now there’s poison on your tongue.
Baby what’s the point in living
If we can’t have a little bit of fun?”
A little bit of fun
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10. |
Wild Card
04:00
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Traded in my life in the holler
For making bad decisions with a rolled up dollar
Chasing dimes just to catch a buzz
Gotta stay loose to shake the rust
Nobody said that it was easy
And nobody said it weren't hard
You may not be the joker
But you’re at least the wild card
Getting paid to sling that poison
Turn the amps up and bring the boys in
Keep the lights low so I can manage
Use my condition to take advantage
Nobody said that it was easy
Nobody said it weren't hard
If you want to reach the castle
You’ve got to start out in the yard
Break the branch where I be nesting
Finish your chores and get your rest in
Raise the flag and show your purpose
Then ask the dead if it was worth it
Nobody said that it was easy
Nobody said it weren't hard
You might light up like a candle
Just to wind up in the dark
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