1. |
Daddy
03:32
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I was sitting / I was kicking / I was wondering
When you'd come around / and I could crawl on out to share
How much I care
I was rolling on the floor / and pondering
If I speak some more / you'll open up the door
and see me now
Daddy won't you please come home
I've been waiting by the foot of your door
Wondering what I'm waiting out here for
I'm hopeless while thinking I'm disowned
I was itching / I was biting / I'm a friend in need
Were you out of town / I'll burn you house down
You'll see how much you'd miss me
Remembering the days I was left outside
Those nights were rough / Should this be enough for us
To meet halfway
Daddy won't you please come home
I've been waiting by the foot of your door
Wondering what I'm waiting out here for
A hopeless child roaming on its own
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2. |
AJB
02:54
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I was out late last night
Simply getting caught up with the good times
I sorta lost track of time / I'm feeling fine
I found a nice place to go and ease my mind
Lately I've been broken down
Dodge crimes for year / Hiding my face from the town
Now I am on the group / My hands are bound
And they're reading allow / Right now
Now they're trying to open this mind in a vault
As they chissle away at the lock
What they'll never find / All they'll even know
Is all my worthless bullshit
I'll be sitting sly humming the same old tune
Scrapping by with the new jailhouse blues
There will come a time when my injustice might conclude
Right now
They're trying to keep me down
Turn me into a claymation phony
They're trying to put me down
And lock me up in solitary confinement
This season misleading my hard work to treason / My gratification has become misshapen / A serpent / A sickness / A service manifests / All my significance has a purpose.
They're trying to keep me down
Turn me into someone I never thought I'd be
With all my time and thirty years to life can't make it through
With all my time and thirty years to life well fuck you
With all my time and thirty years to life no one can see this through
Parole will only come so soon
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3. |
Long Dead
03:20
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Shadow pulls on my feet
Ever so slowly it creeps
Through my walls and up the stairs
Finds my mind settles there
Open that door so long ago
She walks in 'cause it's never closed
Two faces she has
One in front
One in back
I feel sick
But she's glad
I need my space but I can't breath
Unless your right here with me
It's a shame I go my way
End up suffocating
Subtle pierce of defeat
Sneaks in and surrounds me
My thoughts think like my heart beats
Pumping away subconsciously
My mind goes on it's own
I won't let you see
Is this lack of air?
I tried to get you out of my head
Come to realize I'd rather been long dead
I can't go another day with these empty lungs
Is this lack of air
Or is it...
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4. |
Oh my God! F%@k you!
03:05
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I can't help but feel captivated by your hook
(All the rest is improvisation gibberish)
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5. |
Ramshackle
04:20
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I've been waiting for this day to be
Where I could find you in the obituaries
And take you on the run
I've been waiting for my family
So I can ditch this shit in Miami
And run away
I've been waiting for the guards to turn their backs
So I can nab you in a sack and put you in a little jar
I've been waiting for my 70's Chevrolet
So I can hop it on the freeway and drive away
You've got to see that you can not help me find another way
To rest peacefully in my grave so I call it a day
You've got to see that you can find me driving 95 miles per hour
Down the 101 heading straight for Arizona
Honestly
On my way
You can't even try to leave
You don't have no fucking legs
Why can't you see with me these ashes can survive
And I'll move on
This urn by my side I just need to drive.
Why can't you see that I can't find a better way to die
It's not your fault
Free falling through air I don't care because your here with me.
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Things, Places, Etc...
03:48
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The clocks opinion / Has shitty judgement
I'll drink another beer / Who's counting
My neighbor hates me now / This bedrooms occupied
I'm glad I finally moved / But I lost my pride
Honestly we could leave this town and not regret a thing
Tonight
The car is filled with smoke / And good times
We might have made mistakes / Somehow we made it out alive
Honestly if you'd take my hand I'd guide you away
Can't you see that we could leave this town and not regret a thing
Tonight
The lights in here reflecting off your hair
reminds me of my younger days
The music in my ears makes me remember
The times we had to leave the party
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The Cedars Mount Hood Village, Oregon
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