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Tim Horton Hears A Who
01:28
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Desperate measures for hopeless times
Society’s soldiers committing crimes
“Do as I say, not as I do”
Still in power when it’s all through
Fill up their plate, you go without
Sit back and laugh, coke up their snout
Who the hell are you gonna trust
Shiny facade is starting to rust
Cry you’re human, “we make mistakes”
Idols built from lying fakes
Mob shakedowns and stolen guns
Justice served when your blood runs
Fill up their plate, you go without
Sit back and laugh, coke up their snout
Who the hell are you gonna trust
Shiny facade starting to rust
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Crawdaddy!
02:47
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Frantic, attending in shifts, pay their disrespects
Kin and sibling, attention in tow, an exhausted soul
Gone, but only on the inside
Victims of a meaningless existence
With 2 feet in, you've chosen sides
A catastrophe of its own design
Scattered pixilated thoughts dotting mental terrain
It's not honest
A captive, assembly sits, practice discipline
Comrade to coward, apprenticeship failed, shades of greatness pale
Drawn, to thoughts of something greater
Paranoid delusional behaviour
The captain’s orders were loud and clear
"You don't gotta go home, but get the hell outta here"
Patterned degenerative faults whose relevance has come and gone
Just be honest
Pretend to understand
You fucking hypocrite
I'd rather think for myself
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3. |
The Pony Collector
02:24
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Billy boy counts back from ten
To see what he has left
The kids hadn't ate that day
It didn't seem like theft
But the man behind the counter
Had seen his kind before
So he fires for lord and saviour
When Billy runs for the door
And the wind, keeps blowing ever harder
And the trees, are rising from the earth
But the thought, that keeps me up at night
When the money's gone, I'll still know what I'm worth
Billy boy lies caked in blood
While shoppers stop to stare
His life won't end that day
But he'll spend it in a chair
Now the clerk gets put on sick leave
And Billy gets cut a check
Still money don’t hide the problem
He feels nothing below the neck
And the wind, keeps blowing ever harder
And the trees, are rising from the earth
But the thought, that keeps me up at night
When the money's gone, I'll still know what I'm worth
Now the kids don't treat dad quite the same
And his wives blue eyes have filled with pain
Sunny days, spent inside
Thinking he, wishing he would have died
And the wind, keeps blowing ever harder
And the trees, are rising from the earth
But the thought, that keeps me up at night
When the money's gone, I'll still know what I'm worth
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Level 2 Scapegoat
03:07
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Staring at him float in the water
Wonder if he'll walk again
Did this for fun, was just a hobby
Was pretty proud of how far he’d come
My young friend is on the rise
Blind to the world eyes on the prize.
Can't get lost inside your mind, Mr. Bullyman
Displaced princess, from this house she run
Taking advantage of situations again
(As usual without warning!)
My young friend is on the rise
Blind to the world eyes on the prize
Can't get lost inside your mind, Mr. Bullyman
He paid his dues and feigned surprise
When finally his day arrived
Said yes enough to make them decide, on My Bullyman
Eyes closed, hands to the sky
Waiting for his turn to die
Remain calm, tell no lies, to Mr Bullyman
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Thin Skull Rule
02:15
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Went to bat for the home team
Time to fall in line
Went to bat for the home team
Thoughts no longer mine
A system (don’t got nothing)
Antiquated (don’t got nothing)
Go forward (don’t got nothing)
Without progression
Went to bat for the home team
A secure design
Went to bat for the home team
Empires in decline
A system (don’t go nothing)
Antiquated (don’t got nothing)
Go forward (don’t got nothing)
Without progression
Troughs for the swine
Allegiance is the draw
Opinions may align
But the feelings just as raw
I don’t want your fucking life
I don’t want your lies
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Shelf Life
03:10
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Harsh wind strikes hard as a shotgun
Wipes the surface clean
Great wave churns fast as a bad thought
Mass grave or vaccine
Save me, save me from myself
Take me, take me off the shelf
Self-importance fuelled by arrogance
Always know what’s best
Mother Nature’s petty annoyance
Soon been laid to rest
Save me, save me from myself
Take me, take me off the shelf
All systems break down
Entropy runs its course
Fear natures brutal force
Save me, save me from myself
Take me, take me off the shelf
Off the fucking shelf
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