1. |
Skinny Jeans
01:33
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I hope my sister's babies don't look up to me
for wearing tattered skinny jeans
and smoking too much weed
You can see my own role models
in my old prescription bottles
and my flagging self-esteem
And the rum and cokes I swallow
have been leaving me more hollow
No, I can't say what I mean
When the cancer
that I have asked for
but don't want anymore
catches up to me
I'll find God
and spit right in his eye
and beg him not to die
'cause I'm not ready
I've spent my years
on this merry-go-round
running from the sound
of everyone who loved me
trying to tell me that they love me
until I fell into the ground
I hate that I'm so hateful
I hate that I'm naïve
I hate the fucking cops
shooting people, planting rocks
even more than I hate me
The hard part
of knowing I belong
is knowing it won't be long
until I don't feel that way
But someday
I'll finally write a song
that makes up for the wrong
I did by living
And I'll name it after you
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2. |
Wild West
03:07
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Come to the land of cowboys
where everyone is free
and no one will look down on you
if you look just like me
Proud history of violence
of bloodshed in the streets
A lynch mob in the corner
for those who disagree
At high noon we will conquer
At half-past two, we feast
The remnants of our gluttony
will rain on the deceased
And the bandits and the outlaws
sit on golden seats
while the last remaining sheriffs
suckle at their teats
Ki-yay
Here be oil wells aplenty
and amber waves of grain
and you can get to either
through any big brand name
And I'm sure you must be sweating
it's getting kind of hot
The sun beats down on ghost-towns
with packed-full parking lots
And the South will rise again, soon
with the nation kept in tact
because the North will even join them
help get slavery back on track
There's a face in every window
with dynamite for teeth
It oozes through the cracks in
the mask of bigotry
Ki-yay
We've got relatives and lovers
wearing stained white hats
bent in supplication
to a fabricated past
When the coyotes finally scatter
and the buzzards all take wing
you might just hear the echoes
of the praises that we sing
La la la la la la
la la la la la la
La la la la la la
la la la la
La la la la la la
la la la la la la
La la la la la la
la la la la
God bless the Wild West
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The rain goes pitter and patter
I need to feel like I matter
Hell, I need to feel at all
Half-formed chemical portents
Thoughts that seem so important
Caught between the stumble and fall
I don't think
that my mom will ever know
I ever came that close
And I don't think
that we'll ever really know
the few things that we know
the few things that we know
I'll never tally the hours
I've spent standing in the shower
recalling all the people I've known
It's cloudy in the forecast
which impressions I'll make last
The mirror fogs, half the morning is blown
And I don't think
that I'll ever really know
if this world should be my home
And I don't think
that we'll ever really know
the few things that we know
the few things that we know
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4. |
The Wasteland
04:33
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If all roads lead to ruin
tell me when we get there
If all roads lead to ruin
tell me when we get there
Sixteen and sick to death
The memories taste like baby teeth
Nineteen's fever dreams
are falling apart at the seams
Beat down, out on the street
I'm sinking in pools of kerosene
Somewhere ahead, a baby's crying
Suffocated in the haze of yesterweek
And I know 'cause I've been there
And it's all I know, I'm scared
I remember feeling hungry
Instead of just feeling numb and cold
But empty's better than feeling
All the people that I'll never see growing old
Looking back, I see years of grieving
Searching for a life that I never knew
Every day I'm looking for a sense of meaning
I don't know, I swear that I never knew
And this is the world I see
It's populated by people who are just like me
If all roads lead to ruin
tell me when we get there
If all roads lead to ruin
tell me when we get there
Somewhere I know there's a horizon
but the devil's in the where
If all roads lead to ruin
tell me when we get there
Lost in the wasteland
Lost in the wasteland
Lost in the wasteland
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