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Pyramid
04:03
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I'm so tired of getting wired
Carry the water, build the fire
It's my turn
Punks for hire
With damage to burn
Carry the water, build the fire
It's our turn to learn what this means
Break both of my hands
And steal my shoes
These dollars feel brand new
If three's a crowd
Then four is power
That's how a pyramid's a stable tower
I'm so tired of getting fired
Carry the water, build the fire
It's my turn to learn what this means
Break both of my hands
And steal my shoes
These dollars feel brand new
Brand new, brand new, brand new
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2. |
Tunnel Vision
05:37
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Every man I've met needs a mother
But my body can't deliver
And everyone with hearts in their eyes
I get tunnel vision
They fool me like a kid
I'm so naïve
With kindest words and lying lips
Don't say anything to me
There is nothing except for
Living like I love my life
When life is loving someone else
I'm living like I love my life
When life is loving someone else
Now you know how that goes
Every man I've met needs a mother
But my body can't deliver
And everyone with hearts in their eyes
I get tunnel vision
They fool me like a kid
I'm so naïve
With kindest words and lying lips
Don't say anything to me
There is nothing left except for
Every gray hair I named ex-lover
Ex-lover, every gray hair I named ex-lover
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3. |
Is It Mom?
04:07
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Burns like a curse
Flirts with the fire
What hurts worse?
Telling the truth or being a liar
Is it god or is it mom who keeps you from having fun?
My body is so ugly
On and on, god did this to me
Our father is a deadbeat
Ropes of desire
Fuck with my kindness
Flirt with the fire
This love is a lifeline
Is it god or is it mom who keeps you from having fun?
My body is so ugly
On and on, god did this to me
Our father is a deadbeat
Don't steal if you can't give
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4. |
Miami
05:41
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The end, the end, the end is here
So please your flesh while you wear it
Wanna go to Tombstone, baby?
Wanna go?
She is a sinkhole on the coast
A canal flowing downtown
I wanna feel her on my skin
The way she lets me in
And when I get to Tombstone, baby
Relief is the carrot that she dangles
She is a sinkhole on the coast
A canal flowing downtown
I went home without the pain of being first
Without really being first I went home
Without the pain of being first I went home
I went home without the pain of being first
She is a sinkhole on the coast
A canal flowing downtown
I went home without the pain of being first
Without really being first, I went home
Without the pain of being first I went home
I went home without the pain of being first
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