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Intro
00:24
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Apathy Fix
02:25
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I SIT IN HERE STRAPPED TO MY BED, FUCKING BULLET IN MY HEAD. I DON'T KNOW WHY , I WAS BORED, NOW I WISH I COULD SEE HER MORE *AND I'M NOT SORRY FOR THE THINGS I'VE SAID, SOMETIMES I WONDER IF I'M BETTER OFF DEAD AND I'M NOT SORRY FOR THE THINGS I'VE DONE, YOU SAID IT YOURSELF I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE...THERE'S NOTHING WORTH STEALING AT THE MALL, THE WEATHER IS MORE PATHETIC EVERY FALL. GO ON DOWN TO THE LIQUOR STORE, NOW I WISH I COULD SEE HER MORE*
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Mr. Doctor
02:10
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THEY BROUGHT ME IN TO HIS OFFICE LATE LAST NIGHT. WHEN THEY SAY SAW ME THEY GOT SUCH A FRIGHT. *WATCHA DOING? GO AWAY. HEY MISTER. I'M HURT HE'S HELP, MR. DOCTOR. I GOT A SHOT THEN I GOT A PILL. HE LET ME LIVE SO I COULD PAY THE BILL*
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Don't Ask Me Why
02:14
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DON'T MAKE ME ENTER THIS CONVERSATION, THE MORE I TALK THE MORE THAT I SEE RED SO LEAVE ME ALONE. YOU CUT AND TARE ME WITH WORDS THAT STAB, AND NOW YOU WANT TO PEEL OFF THE SCAB THERE'S BLOOD ON MY FACE, NOW I'M THE DISGRACE. IT'S HARD TO FIND OUT THAT FOR SO MANY YEARS I SO SEDATED, STUCK IN A MIND THAT'S DULL AND FADED, AND EVEN THOUGH YOU'VE BURNED ME ONCE OR TWICE I STILL TAKE YOUR SIDE, DON'T ASK ME WHY NO DON'T ASK ME WHY. *REPEAT VERSE AND CHORUS. I LIVE MY LIFE FACE DOWN. IT ALWAYS ENDS THE SAME. JUST PUT ME IN THE GROUND, I'LL MEET YOU THERE SOMEDAY.
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High as the Heavens
03:18
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I KNOW A GIRL THAT LIKES TO GET HIGH. SHE ASKED ME IF I KNEW HOW TO FLY. I TOLD HER WE SHOULD GIVE IT A TRY. SHE SAID HOLD MY HAND AND CLOSE YOUR EYES. *NOW WE'RE FLYING FASTER AND FURTHER NOW AND THE STARS RUSH PAST US FASTER SOMEHOW AND MOTION GLIDES OVER OUR SKIN YA I'M FEELING BETTER THAN I'VE EVER BEEN. THEN I KISSED HER, KISSED HER OVER AND OVER AGAIN AS OUR BODIES RISE INTO THE HEAVENS. THEN I HAD TO ASK THIS STRANGE GIRL A QUESTION I REALY REALLY REALLY WANTED TO KNOW. IS THERE SOMEWHERE OUT HERE IN THE HEAVENS WHERE WE CAN GO AND WATCH STARS EXPLODE? * CAUSE BACK ON EARTH WE JUST HAVE SONGS TO PLAY AND AT NIGHT TIME WHEN IT'S THE BEST AND SOMETIMES WE LIKE BLACKLIGHTS MORE THAN WE LIKE SUNSETS, AND AFTER THE RAIN I IMAGINE A FACE REFLECTING IN SO MANY BEAUTIFUL WAYS. THAT NIGHT I NEVER OPENED MY EYES, MAYBE I SHOULDN'T BE TOO SURPRISED, I THOUGHT I WAS LOST IN FOREVER NIGHT UNTIL I SEEN HER FACE SHINING BRIGHT*
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Her First Lie
03:52
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I'M NOT ONE MUCH FOR ROMANCE BUT I CAN REMEMBER THE WAY SHE DANCED, HER FIRST LIE AND MY LAST CHANCE. HOW CAN YOU ACT SO CASUALLY? WHEN EVERY TIME WE MEET IT'S SO AWKWARDLY. GOT TO ADMIT THIS TURNED SOUR AGAIN. WHEN YOU TOLD ME WE JUST SHOULD BE FRIENDS I KNEW ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO AN END, BUT I'LL HOLD MY BREATH AND FOREVER VENT. FOOL ME ONCE SHAME ON YOU, FOOL ME TWICE SHAME ON CHANCE SHAME ON CHANCE. *ALL I CAN DO ALL I CAN DO IS LISTEN TO THE SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF YOU. *REPEAT VERSE AND CHORUS. I SMOKE LIKE A CHIMNEY I SLEEP LIKE A DOG, I CAN'T GET MY MIND OUT OF THIS ENDLESS FOG. YOU TOLD ME YOUR SECRETS I'LL TAKE TO THE GRAVE SO WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING WHILE I GO INSANE? *REPEAT CHORUS
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Tuesday Morning
01:46
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PUT A NOTE IN THE MAILBOX IT'S THE 12TH FROM THE END. I COME BACK IN AN HOUR IT SAYS BABY COME ON IN. TRAILER SITS IN THE DUST WITH ALL THE TOYS IN THE YARD. I JUMP UP ON THE STOOP AND I KNOCK REAL HARD *IT'S TUESDAY MORNING-TRAILER COURT. IT'S TUESDAY MORNING-TRAILER COURTI NEVER COME WITHOUT WARNING SWEET TUESDAY. SHE GIVES ME A KISS WHEN I COME INSIDE. THE T.V. IS BLASTING AND THE CHILDREN ARE CRYIN' SHE GIVES ME A PIBB FROM THE COOLER NEAR THE DOOR, WE GET DOWN ON THE CHAMBER, WE GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR. *CHORUS SHE'S EASY TO PLEASE AND I LIKE THAT, SHE'S DOWN ON HER KNEES AND I LIKE THAT SHE'S EASY TO PLEASE AND I LIKE THAT SHE'S HARDLY MODEST SHE'S MY TRAILER COURT GODDESS.
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Heroin Dancer
03:10
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SHE'S A REAL WILD DANCER SHE DANCED ALL NIGHT, SHE'S A REAL WILD DANCER SHE BREAKS UP THE LIGHT. SHE'S A REAL WILD DANCER WHEN THE BEAT IS RIGHT, SHE'S A REAL WILD DANCER ALONE ALL THE TIME. SHE'S A REAL WILD DANCER A PHANTOM CAME ALONG, SHE'S A REAL WILD DANCER BUT NOW SHE'S GONE, YOU KNOW WE REALLY MISS HER BUT THE MUSIC MOVED ALONG, SHE WOULDN'T LET ME KISS HER BUT SHE DANCED TO MY SONG. SHE'S A REAL WILD DANCER THE PHANTOM SET HER FREE, SHE'S A REAL WILD DANCER SHE DANCED FOR ME. FATALE ATTRACTION, SNAKE UP A TREE, I FEEL A CONTRACTION, HER VENOM IS IN ME.
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Never Enough
01:34
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WAKING UP IN A BASEMENT WITH MY FRIEND, THERE'S SPATTERED BLOOD ON THE BATHROOM WALLS AGAIN. NO JOBS WE MAKE OUR MONEY DECEITFUL WAYS. AND WE'VE BEEN DOING THIS SAME OLD SHIT FOR DAYS. NOW I NEED TO GET A FIX. NO ONE HERE IS STOPPING THIS, CALL MY GUY IM ON THE WAY, REALLY GETTING IT IN TODAY. OH IT WAS GOOD ENOUGH, NO WEIGHT WILL BE TOO MUCH. NOW I'M WAKING UP ON SOMEONE'S LAWN, WITH TUBES AND A MACHINE THAT I'M STRAPPED ON. SOME GUY IN A BLUE SHIRT SAYS DON'T GET UP. THE FEAR IN MY FRIENDS EYES TELLS ME ENOUGH. WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT I WOULD O.D.? NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BE ME. I STILL DON'T KNOW IF IT'S TOO LATE, GUESS THAT'S JUST WHAT'S IN MY DAY. OH IT WAS ENOUGH. THE WEIGHT ON ME IT WAS TOO MUCH. OH IT'S NEVER ENOUGH, NO IT'S NEVER ENOUGH.
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Chinese Rocks
02:44
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SOMEBODY CALLED ME ON THE PHONE AND SAID ''HEY IS DEE DEE HOME''? DO YOU WANNA TAKE A WALK? YOU WANNA GO COP? WANNA GO SUCK SOME CHINESE COCK? *I'M LIVING ON THE CHINESE ROCK. ALL MY BEST THINGS ARE IN HAWK. I'M LIVING ON THE CHINESE ROCK. EVERYTHING IS AT THE PAWN SHOP. THE PLASTERS FALLING OF THE WALL. MY GIRLFRIEND IS CRYING IN THE SHOWER STALL. IT'S HOT AS A BITCH I SHOULD'VE BEEN RICH BUT I;M JUST DIGGING A CHINESE DITCH *CHORUS
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11. |
Outro
00:23
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