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UNIFORM
01:56
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ALL HE EVER WANTED/ ALL HE WANTED WAS A UNIFORM
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CAVE
04:05
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WE WANT TO PLAY AND STAY OUTSIDE ALL DAY/I WANT TO PLAY AND STAY OUTSIDE ALL DAY/ WE RUN AWAY BUT COME BACK HOME SOMEDAY...
YOU GOT A FACE/THAT MANY HAVE EMBRACED/ WE WALK AWAY/ AND COME BACK HOME SOMEDAY...
I WANT TO SAY THAT WE'LL MAKE IT OUT OKAY/ BUT THE ODDS ARE VAGUE AND THERE'S SOMETHING MISSING FROM THIS CAVE/ THERE'S SOMETHING MISSING...
I GOT A TASTE OF ALL THAT HUMAN WASTE/ I WANT TO PLAY BUT YOU MAKE IT HARD TO STAY...
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In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you read
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? (double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
You can't get it right if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
written by Beck Hansen
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LOST TO TIME
02:38
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BEHIND THE MASK I WORE THE CRIMES OF CULTURES LOST TO TIME/ THEY NEVER NOTICED ME BECAUSE I WAS FEELING FINE/ BUT NOW EVERYONE CAN SEE WHAT I'VE BECOME/ THE THIEF AT THE MARKET WHERE THEY'RE SELLING OUT THE SUN/ AND ON HIS THRONE I SAW A TARGET/ UNFOLD IN REAL TIME/ AND THE CITIZENS OUGHT TO RISE UP BUT THEY DON'T SEEM TO MIND/ BEING LOST TO TIME/ LEFT OUT ON THE LINE...
YOU NEVER WONDERED WHERE THEY HARVEST FROM? YOU NEED A VICTIM/ BELIEVING NOTHING BUT LIES/AND HAVING THE TIME/ THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE...
I ONLY EVER WANTED YOU TO SING/ AND SPREAD YOUR VOICE ALL THROUGH THE VINES/ WHISPERING YOUR RHYMES/ THROUGH THE VINES/ LOST TO TIME...
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ODDLY ENOUGH
03:14
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EVERYONE WANTS WHAT RESIDES IN YOUR EYES/ NO ONE BUT I CAN FREE THE POISON FROM YOUR EYES/ AND ODDLY ENOUGH THERE'S NO NEED FOR DISGUISE/ THERE'S NO WHERE TO HIDE WHEN THEY'RE REACH IS FAR AND WIDE/ ALL WE GOT IS A PAST AND FUTURE TO SEED/ SOMEWHERE LAUGHS AN AUDIENCE BUT IT'S DEEP INSIDE OF ME/ SO MY BRAIN WAS SEWN SHUT BACK WHEN I WAS TWO OR THREE/ AND INSIDE SLEPT THE SECRETS THAT I KEPT FROM HUMANITY/HUMANITY/ HUMANITY/ YOU BORROWED ALL YOUR WISDOMS AND MADE PROMISES YOU COULDN'T KEEP/ AND THERE'S TEARS IN YOUR EYES/ AND THERE'S FEAR IN YOUR LIES/ AND GOD EVERYONE DIES/ IT'S NO SURPRISE THAT EVERYONE WANTS WHAT RESIDES IN YOUR EYES/ OPEN UP THE SKY...
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NEVER MORE
02:36
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PRETTY LIES/WASH ASHORE
LONELY SKIES/ NEVER MORE
WHY MUST YOU CRY WITH PRETTY LIES/ WASH ASHORE
LONELY EYES/ NEVER MORE
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I'D LOVE TO BE LIKE YOU/BUT ONLY ONCE COULD IT BE SO TRUE/BREAKING DOWN INTO A FEW/AND I'M ANNOUNCING EVERY DEED YOU DO/YOU CAUGHT ME IN A MOOD/ THE MONTH OF MAY HAS COME TO SOON/ AND WE'RE DOOMED TO REPEAT THE DARKEST HISTORIES OF OUR TIME
WHERE THE SHADOWS GO TO SHINE
WHERE THE GALLOWS GREET THE BLIND
I'D LOVE TO KEEP YOUR SHOES/AND NEVER LET YOU LOOSE/AND IF YOU NEED MORE PROOF/JUST LOOK AT WHAT I CAN DO AND WE'LL SEE WHAT YOU FIND
WHERE THE SHADOWS GO TO SHINE
WHERE THE GALLOWS GREET THE BLIND
WHERE THE SHALLOW WATERS RISE
HERE IN THE BATTLE OF OUR LIVES
I'D LOVE TO BE LIKE YOU...
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HOUSE OF ETERNITY
02:27
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WELL I SET MY SKIN ON AN AUTOGRAPH FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA/ IN A LONELY LITTLE PLACE WE CALL THE HOUSE OF ETERNITY/ WE SAVED RECEIPTS AND CLEANED THE SHEETS AND KEPT UP WITH ALL THE RECORDS WE COULD KEEP...
BUT NO ONE'S KEEPING UP WITH ME/IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ON MY DREAM?
NOW I'M PUTTING ON MY UNIFORM/ I'VE WORN BEFORE THE KING/ AN ABANDONED CHILD OF GODLY SCORN I WAS BORN AMONG THE THIEVES/ WHERE I BORROWED FROM THE ADAMS AND I PLACED THE SNAKE INTO THE HANDS OF EVE...
AND NO ONE'S KEEPING UP WITH ME/ IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ON MY DREAM?
I'VE NEVER BEEN ON THE SIDE OF THE LOOKING GLASS/ I MEAN, WHAT'S THERE LEFT TO SEE? JUST A MAD HATTER TRYING TO MAKE ME LAUGH BUT HE WON'T GET A SMILE OUTTA ME/ NO, I'M ALL CHOKED UP FROM THE RABBIT HOLE ONCE I REALIZED IT'S AS DEEP AS DEEP CAN BE...
THERE'S NO ONE DIGGIN AFTER ME/ NAH, THERE'S NO ONE DIGGING, MAN/ AND THERE'S NOTHING IN THIS LIFE FOR FREE/ IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ON MY DREAM???
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NOTHING
02:03
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NOTHING/NOTHING IN THIS LIFE FOR FREE
NOTHING/NOTHING IN THIS LIFE FOR ME
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SIGNAL DRUM
03:46
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ON AND ON THE SIGNAL DRUM/ THE ONE THAT CALLS US HOME/ WE SIT IN CALM AND WAIT FOR FUN AND STARE DEAD AT OUR PHONES/ THE SORRY SUNG WERE SIMPLY RUNG AND THROWN OUT IN THE COLD/ I'LL HOLD MY TONGUE AND COUNT TO ONE/OH GOD I'M GETTING OLD...YEAH/ OH I ATE HER ALL AWAY/ YOU'RE NEVER GONNA TASTE THE SAME...
OFF AND ON THE LIGHTS ARE GONE AND ONE OF US MUST GO/ I'LL DIG YOUR GRAVE ON MY FRONT LAWN/ AND FLOWERS THERE WILL GROW/ IT'S BEEN TOO LONG/ WERE YOUR PARENTS WRONG? WERE YOU SPOILED FROM THE GO? DID YOU LEARN A THING FROM YOUR 'HUM-DRUM'/ DID YOU TRY TO STEAL THE SHOW AWAY...WASH IT AWAY...ALL AWAY...
ON AND ON THE SIGNAL DRUM/ THE ONE THAT BROUGHT US HOME/ WAS BEATING ON AND ON BEFORE THE FIRES OF OUR FOES/ AND ONE BY ONE THE BEAT GOES ON/ AND ENDS WHERE NO ONE KNOWS/ YEAH/ THE SIGNAL DRUM WAS BORN TO RUN ON FLESH AND BLOOD AND BONE...ALL DAY...YEAH YOU WASH IT ALL AWAY/ AND IT'LL NEVER TASTE THE SAME
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NO KNOCK
01:39
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Storie Grubb Portland, Oregon
My name is Storie Grubb and I have a tale to tell...
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