1. |
Going Home
04:39
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We have the guns on the breakfast table;
there are too many bullets in the air
And you look oh so young and able;
too bad you don’t seem to care.
There’s a van with surveillance equipment
they parked it just outside
Even if they’re on to the shipment
you know that we don’t run and hide
And I feel like, feel like, I’m going home
Our man is proud but he’s humble,
he wears Jesus Christ around his neck
We run the guns up through the jungle,
in trucks no one would suspect
Oh all the sacrifice and sweetness;
that sad pained look in his eyes
But nobody asked him for forgiveness,
nobody asked him to die
And I feel like, feel like, I’m going home
You let your guard down too quickly; you keep a too open mind
You find this work to be sickly, it takes a special kind
I haven’t slept right in three weeks; I eat maybe once a day
Violence is the only language he speaks, he sees no other way
Keep communications quiet, keep the light down low
There’s a flash of metal in the moonlight, my light is fading slow
There is a boat over yonder that will take me to the other side
Nobody asked him for forgiveness, nobody asked him to die.
And I feel like, feel like, I’m going home
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2. |
Florida
04:26
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If I could just make it to Florida,
everything will be alright
If I could just make it to Florida,
Everything will be alright.
They got some pretty women down in Florida
Blonde haired, blue eyed and tan
They got some pretty women down in Florida
But they'll rip your heart out man
They say it’s never too late to fix your life nice and straight
They say it’s never too late to make a fortune in the sunshine state
They've got some product to move in Florida
Gonna drive it up the coast
Don't piss off the wrong people in Florida
They'll give birth to your ghost
We've got two cars loaded in Florida
One with the cash one with the coke
We'll exchange the keys in Florida
Watch yourself man, it’s no joke
They have a lot of Latin rhythm in Florida
And some folks who've lost their way
They have a lot of movie stars in Florida
A bunch of guys from the NBA
You can stand your ground in Florida
Yeah it’s a wacko state
Whatever they say about Florida
I hear the fishing's great
If I can just get to Florida Everything will be alright....
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3. |
Life is Hard
03:49
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The room feels way too cold
And again I was put on hold
so I sit and kills some time
And it's all on the man's dime
I think it's all too much
And I think my salary sucks
It might not be enough
to buy a bigger truck
I'm so hungry at lunch
The value meal may not be enough
Don't wanna go across street
homeless there got nothing to eat
Again I'm hungry like nobody knows.
Another problem comes another goes
Just waiting in my lame clothes until it's time to close.
I sit in here and look outside all day
I live my life in eternal strife
As my life goes and worsens
I just wish I could be another person
The air here is way too hot
Try to be thankful for what I've got
Gotta get up before the sun
Or all the work will all be done
I think it's all too muc.
For what I do this pay is bad
It might not be enough
to help my mom and dad
Siblings haven't eaten in week.
Parents have to beg on the streets
The tourists help when they can.
But that's no kind of life for a man
Again I'm hungry like nobody knows.
Another problem comes another goes
Just happy for these shoes and clothes.
Keep following where the jobs go
I sit in here and look outside all day
I live my life in eternal strife
As my life goes and worsens
I just wish I could be another person
The sun shines on the day. The Earth spins as it must
The moon slips on its way. The rain soaks the wicked and the just
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4. |
Winnipeg
05:50
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I have trouble with things such as this
Your tattooed chest and your tattooed wrist
Haven’t been the same since you came around
And my knees are stuck to the ground
We hit a rough patch back in the fall
I’m numb to it it’s your call
Thought we’d get out of this town
I carved my flesh to give them their pound
Spanish Churches Italian mob
you can’t be something that you’re not
Worlds collided I’ve lost all hope
They took the money left me with the dope
I have trouble with things such as this
your deep dark eyes and your broken wrist
From the bridge I watched them sail to sea
I’ve got another place that I need to be
Through it all you still can turn me on
there once was a love there but now it’s gone.
I know a guy who knows some guys.
We’ll do this deal then say our goodbyes
Crooked Crosses and a crown of thorns
You can’t help where you’re born
You let me down but you hid the knife
Some things you can’t pay for with your life
I have trouble with things such as this,
your quirky hats and your faithless kiss
I went out sailing on Sunset Lake.
You’re a bad decision that I had to make
Horse is drowning killer goes free.
I can’t get over what’s happening to me
You’ve too much baggage to come aboard.
I left you standing on the shore
I got some stitches in my leg.
I’ll write you once I reach Winnipeg
They got the Jets back. It won’t be so bad
You’re my favorite that I ever had.
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5. |
Carnival Barker
02:38
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Can I sleep on your sofa?
Let my mind relax let the world disappear
And I’ll forget about the soldiers
Whose distant gaze fill my heart with fear
I can’t hear you over the carnival barker
The air gets crisper the days get darker
The band in the grandstand it’s their home coming
The lake is still but the spring is running.
Can I rest my head on your shoulder?
The leaves are falling there’s a ghost in your house
You see as we grow older
I’m as close to you as the stitching in your blouse
Can’t you see how I adore you?
Your elegance, your skin white as bone
Let me just implore you
Le my mind relax and my heart feel at home
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6. |
Biscuit and Bone
02:56
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Throw me a biscuit throw me a bone
You ask too many questions but I don't want to be alone
The back roads are flooded, I need to use your phone
Been gone two days they're expecting me at home
Break out the party hats go blow your horn
I'm tired of these lies I'm tired of the scorn
Don't count your blessings, the baby's not yet born
The fabrics not shredded but it’s definitely torn
You lost me on that day I play things as they lay
We make up what's wrong and right I just want peace tonight
In for a penny in for a pound
don’t say you’re sorry, don’t make a sound
Wake up the children send in the clowns.
We’ve lived with your ups and your downs
You only have math all else is up for debate.
Put on your coat because it’s getting late
They’ve asked so many times the answer is always no.
Life’s better boring life’s better slow
You lost me on that day I play things as they lay
We make up what's wrong and right I just want peace tonight
You lost me on that day I do the things I say
You can’t tell wrong from right I just want some peace tonight
Don’t care what the neighbors say. Forget the month of May
You make your own wrong and right I just need some sleep tonight
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7. |
Yellowknife
03:33
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Take the morphine from the shelf
You don’t care bout no one else
Put your kids through school so they’ll learn the Golden Rule
And maybe you’ll come out of your shell
You know I had suspicions
I still take prescriptions
this nightmare never ends You’ll find me with my friends
And this defies description
You know I try the best I can
But I still go back to the juice
They don’t need prayers in Heaven
and in Hell they’re of no use
The Bible you keep in your room
Only Reminds me doom
You hang me out to dry give me no reason why
I’ll be seeing you real soon
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8. |
So, Most Likely
03:37
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Good Lord what have you done? You know you can’t leave that there.
Each and every lethal weapon crafted with tender loving care
I just want you to tell me that you’re doing okay
Tell yourself different story but history started yesterday
So, most likely
I’ll see you around
So, most likely
I’ll follow you down
I suggest you stop looking you won’t like what you see
So many of these times have made a mess out of me
You know they hate the sinner but they don’t mind the sin
Life is just a reaction to everything that’s ever been
So, Most Likely
I’ll see you around
So, Most Likely
I’ll follow you down
The candle on your dresser shows our silhouettes on the wall
I want to leave you with something but you can’t have it all.
I took the job
They took my name
I finished the job
And I never was the same
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9. |
Cold Harbor
02:50
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Nothing can prepare you for this
These things you can’t dismiss
There’s too much I would miss
It’d be worse
There’s not much to our plans
I can’t make you understand
You dream of us holding hands
In your church
And I feel Cold Harbor pain, Cold Harbor loss.
Looked over the field and I’ve counted the cost
I see the pain on your face. I taste your fear
I wanted you here, I needed you hear
When the fog lifts we’ll see where we are
I don’t think we got too far
Of course this will live a scar
My mind is aching
There’s so much less than you can see
Should probably just let things be
If you were to put a blade into me
I had it coming
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10. |
Plaid
03:06
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I once was told a sad story. The kind you say reminds you of me
See you don’t really care for me
White wine check cards and groceries
You taught me to stand tall, told me to look sharp
Swim in your shoes don’t play in the dark
One more mistake and I’m going to break your heart
This story had a mad prince see. The kind you say reminds you of me.
Now I won’t say that I told you so
He took all he loved and then he let it go
The son of a bitch’s mind was all cracked
Her past haunted him but he kept looking back
She tried her best to make up for what he lacked
Montoursville, Philly, Sedona
Can’t really say it was nice to know you.
Manayunk to Arizona
Hope you had fun cause now it’s over
His brain was full of glass and vicious panic attacks
He jumped with both feet and then he never looked back
You told me you were trouble right from the start
Go bother someone else I must disembark
You made your mistake now I’m going to break your heart.
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11. |
When Johnny Was a Crowe
02:20
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There's a place you should know
Where we all used to go
The girls all had this glow
After leaving the show
Back when Johnny was a Crowe
Back when Johnny was Crowe
You must be putting me on
Is this some kind of con?
We could all sing along
If we knew the words to the song
Now Johnny's not a Crowe
Now Johnny's not a Crowe
Oh! The best times
Committing our little petty crimes
If we could just get together
Things will only get better
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12. |
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Well, I’m tired of working my ass off from day to day
I think I’ll hit the local bar and then I’ll raise some hay
This band here putting on a show
They play what I like or else they go
I want to hear some tunes from when I was in school
Any other night you know we’d be shooting pool
The songs they play are much too loud
Don’t they know this is an older crowd?
I’m losing all my hearing from this stupid band
There’s one thing about them I cannot understand
If you can afford a guitar
you can learn to play Skynyrd
I’ve requested the Allman’s about fifty Goddamn times
These guy’s have songs that have words that simply do not rhyme
It’s something I that I do not get
Maybe it’s called art
I’m trying to drown my anger in this booze
I’ve been sitting all alone pounding jungle juice
Who do they think they are
I may follow them to their car
And I swear I’ll leave them all bloody and bruised.
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13. |
Patsy's 62nd
01:13
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