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No Brains
01:49
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Try to talk about nothing, for real?
I am trying to hear you out
Cause I'd rather talk shit on the pavement or burn a cigarette
Then talk to you right now
Way two different personalities
We fuck when our worst comes out
If you're excited then I'll use it
Piss my name in the ground
Well lately I fall asleep on the drives home
You fall asleep with your clothes on
We hold hands but we don't talk
I fall asleep on the drives home
You fall asleep with your clothes on
We hold hands but we don't talk
I couldn't get enough
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2. |
Because I Got High
01:54
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Stoned, red eyed and tired
Finding it harder to fall asleep
Looking at pictures I trashed from last year
You were close to me
A new way to drown a thought out
A mix of beer and gasoline
Light that match man I'm on fire
Won't you smoke me out
Burn me out
There's a brand new band, with a brand new song
You all don't know the words, tried singing along
But you don't know that band you don't even like them
Go and drive your car in time to see that band
In Derricks basement, you treat it like some sort of party
Stoned, red eyed and tired
Finding it harder to fall asleep
Looking at pictures I trashed from last year
You were close to me
A new way to drown a thought out
A mix of beer and gasoline
Light that match man I'm on fire
Won't you smoke me out
Burn me out
There's a brand new boy with a brand new curse
He has brand new lies he wears Brand New shirts
But you don't know that boy you don't even like him
Go and drive your car in time to see that band
In Derricks basement, you treat it like some sort of party
And I guess that I guess that I am finally nervous
And I guess that I guess that I am finally anxious
And I guess that I guess that I do deserve it
And I guess that I guess that I should try to sleep
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3. |
Sister Charles Marie
01:35
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Why the fuck would I wait for you
If you never waited for me
You said I pulled you down so far underground
That you could barely breathe to cry out
To an ex-best-friend, true friends or lovers
Well maybe it's time to step free
You say you wanted a future but in the end
Where the fucks my future?
I walk right into this crowded room
Highlights of blooded boiled in my skin
I guess I'm to blame
Got too high to understand your words
Got too drunk, stumbled and just slurred
Fuck this might seem so embarrassing
Reading on Hawking's how to travel in time
Then I could figure out wrong from right
What if I never met you?
And when you lay your head down tonight
Do you still think of me like I still think of you?
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Well it looks like you're having fun
You got fucked up at the bar again
And I'd hate to be wasting our time
We're always off and on and back off again
And I know that you're alright
And I know that you'll be fine without me
And I'd hate to be causing a scene
But punk's dead and you're to blame for it
I'm swallowing my words, piss, vomit and shit
Then I cut my tongue and bled out my mouth
And I know that I'm alright
And I know that I'll be fine without you
And I think to myself how piss drunk I am and how you'll die
There's nothing left here so what am I really holding onto
And I'll think to myself the fucked up ways that I could die
And I'll find a hell that will let me burn so I can let you go
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Modern Punk
02:10
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Well lately I'm sick of listening to modern punk and
I'm sick of all these fucking kids I got to know
All these shitty kids I'm supposed to know
I'm trying, I'm trying to make it through Beck's Mellow Gold
I'm trying hard but you don't see me anymore
And I don't care about you anymore
Not at all
I'm fucked up
My eyes are slowly rolling back to my brain
They keep on rolling but you don't see me anymore
And I don't think about you anymore
But I'm still trying, I'm trying hard to be that cool Dog
I'm trying hard but it's hard to give a fuck anymore
It's hard when you don't give a shit anymore
Not at all
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This must be it you look fucking dead here
God knows there's a thousand things that I would have loved to do with you
But I won't be coming back
I won't be coming back
But I won't be coming back
I won't be coming back
This must be it you maintained your status
God knows a nose ring or shitty tattoo just wouldn't do
But I won't be coming back
I won't be coming back
But I won't be coming back
I won't be coming back
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God's Drugs
02:07
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When God took all your drugs
It was the end of your world
That boy came through the door
He left through the window
And I've been thinking about my self
The fat, tired, lonesome, piece of shit that I am
Or I tried to be
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Transmit this to planet
I'm looking for a contact
The signals cut were gonna die
And you didn't seem to think of it
And I've been staring at these blank sheets of paper
And I've been swallowing shit piss and water
And you'll be that vulture who eats at my stomach
And my body will rot once you leave my carcass
You get high off me
You get high off me
I get high for me
I get high for me
And I've been staring at these blank sheets of paper
And I've been swallowing shit piss and water
And you'll be that star that will fall from Heaven
You're losing weight your looking too thin
I get high off the moon
I get high off the moon
I get high off you
I get high off you
And I wan't to see you smile
And I want to see you
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