1. |
Never Enough
04:15
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Never left my home
Always tried my hardest
Couldn't pay my bills
Always lookin' for thrills
But it was never enough
It was never enough
It was never enough
I couldn't pay my bills, No!
Never left my home
Always tried my hardest
Couldn't pay my bills
Always lookin' for thrills
But it was never enough
It was never enough
It was never enough
I couldn't pay my bills, Woo!
Couldn't pay my bills!
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2. |
Well Well Well...
03:13
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I'm the divine criminal.
I'm a self-damned man.
Am I not the great accursed?
I'm a hungry man, baby.
I'm a hungry man, mama.
I'm a hungry man, baby.
I'm a hungry man.
You call me crazy baby
You call me crazy mama.
You call me crazy baby.
You call me crazy, wow!
Maybe I'm not so crazy.
Maybe I need someone who cares
Maybe I'm not so crazy
Maybe if there was someone there.
Well, Well, Well, Well, Well
Well, Well, Well.
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea!
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3. |
Burning an Oak Tree
05:05
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4. |
Forward March!
03:37
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The van won't start, the oil is low.
She won't shift into park and the head gasket is blown.
But even if it ends up on cinder blocks...
We won't stop! Forward March!
The kick-drum head is busted
and a bass string just snapped.
My wah pedal ain't working
and my headstock is cracked.
But even if our equipment all flops...
We won't stop! Forward March!
Come on!
Company halt!
Present arms...
Take aim...
FIRE!
Forward March!
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5. |
My Guitar to Break
03:09
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I can still hear my fingers scrape
I can still see the pearl inlay
I can still taste the rust from all the strings i ate.
Dried sweat of chipped paint
Ten fingers on a blind date
All splinters and electrical tape.
And I can't forget that sound you made
When your headstock split and your strings strained
With your pickguard busted and your guts displayed
You were my guitar to break...
Cross my heart
Yea, I hope i die
The girl I love left me and never told me why.
But if I die
Before I wake
I pray the lord
MY GUITAR TO BREAK!
YEA!
Cross my heart
Yea, I hope i die
The girl I love left me and never said goodbye.
But if I die
Before I wake
I pray the lord
MY GUITAR TO BREAK!
YEA!
My guitar to break,
My guitar to break,
My guitar to break,
My guitar to break!
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1,2,3,4!
1,2,3, Yea!
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I've transcribed conversations,
I've documented jokes,
I've got boxes of journals all load with notes,
I've got cabinets that won't close because they're full of your quotes,
I've got trucks, I've got warehouses full of 'em too...
All the things I couldn't say to you.
I've estimated your thoughts just by the shape of your head,
I've catalogued references to all those books that you've read
I've interrogated every word that you've ever said,
I expected connections and got rejection instead.
I wish I could take you to court, I wish there was someway to sue
for all the things I couldn't say you.
You said, "Say what you wanna say"
You said, "Do what you wanna do"
You said, "How could anybody be so silly and blue?"
Have I created these walls?
Have I the tools to break through...
All the things I couldn't say to you?
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8. |
Quit or Die
02:12
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I'm bent.
No rent.
Eviction notice sent.
Money spent in a dead end.
That bag was short by a gram!
That's the last time
That I try
To make a deal with my own mind.
Because compromise is suicide
When your choice is quit or die!
Quit or Die
Quit or Die
Quit or Die
Quit of Die
Green Print.
U.S. Mint.
Ten thousand inflated cents.
All lent from an old friend for a 50/50 split.
One hit.
One fix.
The rest I'll put towards the rent.
But I spent all hundred on quicksand for my head!
Whoa!
Quit or Die
Quit or Die
Quit or Die
Quit of Die
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instrumental
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10. |
Black Cat
04:40
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Was it some black cat that I stumbled past or was it some four-leaf clover I passed right over? Was it me messin' up again or was it you finally gettin' sober?
Are you dopesick? Did your last fix do the trick? Is all your suffering finally over? Who's to blame? Who's to blame? Who's to blame?
Some luck I've got!
Year after year we make the same mistakes, it's tragic how sad we both seem. Like two young birds, capable of flight, but afraid to flap our wings.
Was it this black cat that I've been staring right at or was it some four-leaf clover I passed right over? Was it me getting high for the millionth time or was it you finally getting sober?
Am I dopesick? Am I hopeless? If I don't kick this moment will I blow this? Would anybody notice if I just started over? Who's to blame? Who's to blame? Who's to blame?
Some luck I've got!
Love or hate, envy or distaste, we could never just be friends. You're too unlucky, I couldn't let you love me, there's only one way this could end. Yup!
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11. |
Gone Gone Gone
03:16
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Last time I saw that old beat up car,
You'd asked me to meet at Broad Street and Boulevard,
And you were so easy mama, that it made it so hard,
But now you're gone, gone, gone!
Your eyes seemed wander like
Two orphans out by moonlight
Two uncut stones, two loaded die
But now you're gone, gone, gone!
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12. |
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Instrumental
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13. |
Nihilist Blues
06:53
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Nothing is sacred, and Nothing is free
Nothing is sacred, and Nothing is free
There ain't nothing wrong with nothing being wrong with me.
I ain't no poet but you ain't no muse
I ain't no poet but you ain't no muse
You've got your beliefs, I've got my Nihilist blues.
Zero is my number, my color is black
Zero is my number, my color is black
I don't know how I got here but I bet I'll never be back.
I ain't no poet but you ain't no muse
I ain't no poet but you ain't no muse
You've got your guilt, I've got my, my, my, my, my, my Nihilist blues.
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