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Strict Patterns
03:53
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If I’m gonna die someday it might as well be in your loving arms
If I’m gonna die someday it might as well be in your loving arms
Change my mind like the geese fly
In Strict Patterns
The priest gets high on Sunday until Monday he’ll be sleeping all alone
Well your priest gets high on sunday
until monday he’ll be wishing he was in my arms now
Change my mind like the geese fly
In Strict Patterns
Change my mind like the geese fly home
If it’s gonna end one day I might as well be with the ones I love
If it’s gonna end one day I might as well be with the ones I love
Change my mind like the geese fly
In Strict Patterns
Well the bloodwork came on Sunday and they know that I would like some time alone
Well the bloodwork came on Sunday and they know that I would like some time alone
Change my mind like the geese fly
In Strict Patterns
Change my mind like the geese fly home
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2. |
Bluto
03:41
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Dumb fuck you’re to talk
Dick head walking cock
Back turned she’s the mark
Cocked back shot your shot
No fight? Shrug it off
Marked words make it stop
Dig in I know you are a
Motherfucker if it’s all you got dick
Her trust is all she’s got
A life line in a world of knots
Hook line and reel her up
To gut a fish is not enough
Hook line and reel her in
Thrown back to the din again
Ears bleed rinse repeat (I)
saw it once now I never sleep
You bet. They don’t buy in
You bet. They don’t buy in
You bet. They don’t buy in
Sell your sister
like the truck you’re driving
Dumb fucks is all the same
Man’s game killed or tamed
No rules a race unbarred
Red hands stain the cards
If I die before I wake
One less man to tolerate
Jesus tender shepherd's words
One less sheep now kill the herd
One speed seek destroy
That way since a boy
Be like the common man
Am I the common man?
Earthworm shady mole
Sits back in the modern hole
Basement the rodent’s lair
Head rears atop the stairs
I wait hammer up
Deaf ears perking up
I bring the hammer down
Pounded back under common ground
I pray a final time
2 (Scorched earth on the common ground)
1 (You bet, they don’t buy in)
(I prayed a thousand times)
(I pray a final time)
Scorched earth on the common ground
Nothing learned how profound dick
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3. |
Super Sayin'
04:28
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History in victories yeah?
Hold the contradictory yeah?
Loser holds the misery yeah?
This is all the kids will read yeah?
Watch it go to my head (Why you say that?)
Pages bleached in ultra violet
Do not digest do not diet
Save your girl friend’s silent riot
Do not ask me do not try it
Do not pause your screen
what you mean I’m going soft
I’m the queen I’m Lara Croft
In a tank top crop top don’t stop
I see you’ve had enough
Silly me I don’t bluff
I don’t deviate or stray from
A beat now give it up
Burned by the heat of it all
Taken by the heat of it all
Captured by the heat of it all
Oh how far you could fall
Grind my gears and dull my knife
I have spent my adult life
Keep my cool and act polite but
I get overlooked but that’s alright
Do I change?
Or flip a coin
Heads are rolling off
Tails are tucking in
Fuck it
I’m not playin’
I’m just super sayin’
I’m just sayin’
I’m not playin’
I’m a super saiyan’
I’m just sayin’
History in victories yeah?
Hold the contradictory yeah?
Loser holds the misery yeah?
This is all the kids will read yeah?
Pages bleached in ultra violet
Do not digest do not diet
Save your girl friend’s silent riot
Do not ask me do not try it
Do not bother me
What you mean I don’t talk?
I’m discreet I don’t flaunt
Get enlightened struck by lightning
Out-of-my sight you will walk
By all means I’m a monk
See no Evel Knievel weasel
I do not dig your stunts
I got pain in my chest
For the dream I lament
When I sing you will hear
All the things I regret (I say)
Do not pause your screen
what you mean you hear I’m washed
I’m the cream the city’s crop
I’m the queen
Dot my Ts and cross my eyes
I have spent my adult life
Keep my cool and act polite
But I get overlooked but that’s alright
But I changed
And may I say
looky over here
I was born without fear
I’m not playin’
I’m just super sayin’
I’m just sayin’
I’m not playin’
I go super saiyan
I’m not playing
I’m just sayin’
What are you talking about?
I’m not playin’
I’m just super sayin’
I’m just sayin’ (alright)
I’m just saying
I’m a super saiyan
I’m not playin’ (alright)
Not not not not
Not not not not playing
I go super saiyan
Im just sayin
I’m just super sayin
I’m not playing I’m just
I’m floating on the breeze with it (Man)
I’m tidy I stay neat with it (Man)
I’m thorough I go deep with it (Man)
You’ve yet to hear the least of it (Man)
I hope you find your peace with it (Man)
How could you compete with it? (Man)
I’m slinging tricks and treats with it (Man)
The kids can cut their teeth with it
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4. |
Dually of Man
04:01
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New deal felt real lips sealed
Try it out
Breathe slow move quick air thick
Show me how
Cast me asunderground hands bound
No way out
Suburban quiet town
Neighbors begging quiet down
Coming from the land of green grass
And flat asses out
Coming from the land of lip fillers
In a Craftsman house
Living laughing love thy self
Thou living’s never quite enough
I’m so delighted to be invited
I’ve spent all my time on my self
I’m so delighted to be invited
I’ve spent all my time on my good boy tricks
Old drunks and fake punks take back the west coast (like, yeah)
Buddies and their buggies
Never muddy but they’re slinging shit
Close cuts in camo hit me wham-o!
With that weakass grip
Suburban fake ass hicks
Dualies creeping two lanes thick through
Ballard into Bel Air into thin air
Been there seen it all
I can go there cause I’m from there
Now I’m done there
Seen it all
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5. |
The Modern Grape
03:06
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I wrote a play on the modern day
It’s all the same, been the same
Here’s Cats again
Men fill the stands for the matinee
When they pay I lick myself until
They disengage
I don’t need it anymore goddamn it
Reach my hand
Fall short
God when’s my-
Time standing still on a broken watch
Curve the fear before the jeers in a glass of scotch
Wasting away on my meager means
Skin and bone all alone for my final piece
Hands draw the drapes for the first act
Out the gates empty place took their money back
I see the lights for a final time
Curtain calls then it falls on my light of lime
Wasting away on the modern grape
A foot away is a taste
But it pulls away
I make a play for the fruit of fame
an inch away from my face
Never consummate
I wrote a play on the modern day
It’s all the same, been the same
I rehearse again
Pile in the aisle as they turn away
Who’s to blame? Pull my name
From the hall of fame
Not getting paid somewhere backstage
It’s all the same, been the same
Cut my show tonight
Make me a star on your marquee light
Blow my brains on the stage
Then say I good night
I don’t need it anymore god damn it
Reach my hand
Fall short
God when’s my time?
Am I so blind
God when’s my time?
Those lights
They shine
On me no more
On me no more
Oh but…
Fine
I’ll head home
I feel so tired being on my own
But I
I feel no pain
One more try
One more day
Wasting my day on the modern grape
a foot away is a taste
But it pulls away
I make a play for the fruit of fame
An inch away from my face
Never consummate
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6. |
Check (Please)
03:54
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Oh why you shy? Step right up
Don’t hide your eyes chin up
I’m a generous guy I won’t bite ya
Tell me what you like (all right love)
Tonight’s ours
You go to my head
Hang my tongue out of my face (Get riding)
You’re every breath I take (That’s right)
Pin my arms let me suffocate (I won't fight it)
I know my heart can break (Alright)
Pull the back of my head up into your heart
If I don’t know, what love is I sure know how it starts
I know you put the work in and know that is worth it
I am wiggling and squirming trying to get my angle perfect
You can shake it you can twirl it baby never could you hurt it
I assure you I’ll be purring til morning…
Oh my Kingdom
Overthrown now
You’re my queen and
I’m your throne now
Take it slow baby take your time (we’re climbing)
No do or die it’s your night
I’m a patient man I won’t push ya
Tell me what you like-
Are you pleased then
Take me home now
Such a friendly face I knew from the start
Clock me in lemme start my day (This way)
No work it’s how we play (That’s right)
Oh why you shy? Step right up
Don’t hide your eyes (Chin up)
I’m a generous guy I won’t bite ya
Tell me what you like (All right)
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7. |
Cypher Sore Eyes
04:42
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The mission of the guild is all up hill
I’m driven by the guilt of homeland filth
My hand upon the hilt, ill faith instilled
Arriving at your town’s gates say
Lay your arms down here and now
What code do these men avow?
Bloodstained boots shall stand no ground
Go home boy please turn around
My cypher sore eyes the nation’s will
Oh cypher sore eyes my heart be still
Oh cypher sore eyes the words fulfilled
My cypher sore eyes my heart be still
Walls turned to dust as the horde charges forth
Flash from the tower brings my knees to the Earth
Our storm of overkill, it wages still
With phasers set to kill they fire at will
And like a rose, I wilt
The blood I spilled
Now rains on foreign sills, I drown
My cypher sore eyes the nation’s will
Oh cypher sore eyes my heart be still
Oh cypher sore eyes the words fulfilled
My cypher sore eyes my heartbeat
Lay your arms down here and now
What code do these men avow?
Bloodstained boots shall stand no ground
Go home boy please turn around
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8. |
The Way Out
05:16
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Oh my
Monkey in the middle now my
Future’s artificial
I’m Malcolm in this shit hole
Tween big Brother and a riddle
Goddamn
Goddamn i am a careful man
I pray that my attention spans
Force my hand to meet demands
The band the brand the plan at hand
My head in sand
It must expand
To distant lands
It must withstand
I understand
I raise my hand
I can I can I can I can
Know the way out before I begin
I build the soap box by hand
You’ve regressed now I’ll pass again
Burn your throne down to ash
Oh my
I’m a Buddhist mental nudist
All I do is seek the truth
Cut off that white collar fuck a dollar
All that’s left is blue
Holler if you stall or fall or call me if you
Need a boost
Life is giving lemons don’t be yella
Fella drink the juice
Sink the ship
Lips are loose
Signing day
New recruits
Follow me get Mack on track
Get cracking like the bolt of Zeus or..
Know the way out before I begin
I build the soap box by hand
You’ve regressed now I’ll pass again
Burn your throne down to ash
Hold your tongue out I’ll ash again
I was baptized in the sink
Colder hands still folded in fear
Altered boys left on the brink
I am no fan
No man no clan
No land over
My land disband
Save your implants
Enhance enhance
No more I can’t
All pot no pans
All hands no pants
Demand romance
Slow mo slow dance
Good luck no chance
Handled managed
Cradled bandaged
Are you damaged?
If not who is?
Plastic for dinner
They’ve salted the streams
The grass is green
But the blades clip my wings
As blue skies buffer
It's harder to breathe
Sands of time sift
Through the grates of my street
Neon signs point nowhere
Boo
Know the way out before I begin
I build the soap box by hand
You’ve regressed now I’ll pass again
Burn your thrown down to ash
Hold your tongue out I’ll ash again
I was baptized in the sink
Colder hands still folded in fear
Altered boys left on the brink
Where were you?
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9. |
Bonanza
00:37
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BUH BUHBUHBUH BUHBUHBUH BUHBUHBUH BONANZA
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10. |
Pull String
06:38
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Invite down the line
Well do I go or do I stay in?
Well my baby weighs in on her way in
Let’s go out tonight
Looking souped up
Feeling cooped up
Cheetah print and leather
She says to check the weather
It’s gonna rain tonight
So why you wanna go?
I would rather stay at home
I don’t wanna be alone am I talking or
You pull my string? (Pull String) (x2)
I need you and I need sleep
But I love a G AMP 20
Now I’d die a thousand deaths for some rest
Dressed up trying
Looking like your granny’s loveseat
Put my best foot forward
In some boots that never fit
I’m cinched up scrubbed down
Bleach and gold flying
On my wrist is the time and
Baby now we gotta split
So if I’m dead in a week well it ain’t my fault
She’s the sliding queen when I send my pawn
But even though I’ve got
A thousand things I’m trying to line up
I would gladly give that time up
To never let you down
But why you wanna go
I’d rather stay at home
I don’t wanna be alone am I talking or
You pull my string (Pull String) (x2)
I like girls and I like guys and
I like people when they’re polite
But I’d die a thousand deaths for those hips
(Why oh why)
Why oh why you try to find
New ways to say I’ve lost my way
Ok ok another day is lost too far
And gone away so
Break it off
Why oh while you’re in denial I’m on trial
I’m posting bailing wailing what I mean
Amphetamines are failing baby
What you mean the ship is sailing
Thought we could bridge the gap between
Break it
I’m railing team is trailing
What a riot you’re compliant
Catch em social climbing
Belay on
Party on like there’s nothing wrong
Quiet down get along
Pipe down get down
Lay down stay down
Play dead drop dead
Brain dead stay dead
Break it
I’m still scraping lead paint
and eating lead paint
I’m still paving roads back home
Who said buyer beware?
It dawned on me then
No you must understand
I got caught up yet again
He was just in his pen
It dawned on me then
Where’s Donnie?
You were supposed to watch him
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11. |
Donnie 737
04:02
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He was older than me, but not the oldest
I clung to him like a raft at sea
But see he was always looking for the next thing
It was up to my little legs to keep up while we grew up in a dead sprint
Reaching for the carrot
but still finding the stick
And he was beautiful and he was strong
The neighborhood kids feared him
He was like a dog backed into a corner
And he bit if you came near him
But he was my big brother
and he was my best friend
The rage within him and guilt within him
That dumb Irish Catholic trope
Dad made him do choir and the school band
Instead of setting fires in trash cans
Back then I did as he did
Fought when he fought
and hit what he hit
But he slid
He just couldn’t handle being the new kid
New days old news new kids school shoes &
Hallways new rules behave new girls &
I win, you lose new games new bruise &
Breathe in cry out bite hands held out &
You binge I too begin to use &
Old faith, new doubt old friends fall out &
My hands lose grip nice fall next trip &
So I’ve lost you free rides cost you &
I followed suit but I can’t
Flush it or block or fight it
I’m getting off the ride &
We were paired at birth but now I learned
Time, time will wait for no man
Man, I stand all I-
Can it really just be one big game of hide and seek?
I’m sick of finding him this way
Time, time will wait for no man
Man, I stand all I can
Can you take my brother’s hand?
Hand to God, he’s not that man
Man, I stand all I can
Can you repeat the plan?
Plan for rain, no parade
Raid his room, it’s where he lay
He said he needed a change
So he left his keys by the door
He left his wallet, his credit cards and everything
And they told me he was living in a park for about three weeks
He had dropped fifty pounds he didn’t eat
But when he emerged he said that he was ready for the stage
Barely alive. Proud of his method
I thought he just looked horrible
About a year later, there he was on the big screen
I just hope he’s happy
Donnie 737
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