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Don't Know How
03:29
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She was born in Texas and raised in Tennessee
Didn't say goodbye when she left home at 17
Been on the road since 21
Livin' hard and livin' fast
So she can die young
And she's just looking for a way
To escape the pain
She's trying to find to a new way of life
But she don't know how 'cause she's never been there before
She's trying to get to a new way of life
But she just can't seem to walk on out the door
She don't trust nobody no she don't trust no one
Always lookin' over her back with a finger on her gun
She's seen the devil
She's seen the Lord
She's seen the mothers hold their children back as she walks out the church doors
And she's just looking for a way
To escape the pain
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He's got them world war fingers
Got a Hiroshima tongue
A double action pistol
At the end of his Anson Forearm
He's got that cross hair eyesight
Brushes his hair with a Monte Carlo comb
Got a case of the Rosenbergs
And lives down at Los Alamos
His knuckles bleed with Blitzkrieg
He drives a vintage Stalingrad
He passed the Bravo test
After nuclear winter had come and passed
He'll get you when he's ready
He'll get you when he's ready
He walks like Iwo Jima
Breathes in the Truman breath
Hangs out at Oakridge and Sanford
Spends his nights at the Manhattan Projects
He shoots that anti-ballistic
With that old Iridium 92
He moves with electromagnetic pulse
And sings that Gamma tune
He drinks that Holocaust whiskey
Smokes them fission sticks
Wipes the whiskey from his mouth
With his Hitler cuffs and his Aunschluss wrists
He'll get you when he's ready
He'll get you when he's ready
That's how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb...
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3. |
Come With Me
03:33
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I feel your touch
I feel your breath
I hear your voice
In the back of my head
Saying come to me
Come with me
Come to me
Come with me
I feel your gaze
Your embrace
I hear the words
That you always say
Saying come to me
Come with me
Come to me
Come with me
Wrap me up
In your arms
There's no place
I'd rather be
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4. |
Black and White
03:52
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Billy was a blond-haired, blue eyed little child
Born in the Midwest, in a boring little town
Billy was a good boy, never did no wrong
Didn't ran with the bad crowd, and always stuck to his guns
Billy didn't know that the world ain't what it seems
Billy didn't know it don't care too much for dreams
Billy's ol' ma used to sit him on her knee
She'd say "Young Billy, listen to what I speak"
And she'd say
Did you know that the world is black and white
Did you know that it's always wrong and right
Did you know that there ain't no in between
Well Billy had just found out this whole thing is just a scene
Billy learned to hustle, beg, borrow and steal
Learned how to drink too much, to pimp to push to deal
Billy was a mugshot, running from the law
Billy couldn't bite the bullet cause, the bullet bit too hard
Billy found out that the world ain't what it seems
Billy found out it don't care too much for dreams
"Billy," said the warden, "do you have any final words"
Billy said come closer, this is what the warden heard
And it was
Did you know that the world is black and white
Did you know that it's always wrong and right
Did you know that there ain't no in between
Well warden I just found out this whole thing is just a scene
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5. |
White Boy Blues
06:10
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Some people are always down
Bad luck seems to always come there way
No matter what they do
They just can't seem to catch a break
Well one of them people is me
I got bad luck all the time
Let me tell you about it
That's why I must sing you
These ol' white boy blues
My house got three levels
You know I could use a couple more
See I got a lot of stuff
I got to put it somewhere
Three bed and two bath
And a two car garage where I can park my truck
You the truck could be a little bigger, it's only a single cab
And that's why I must sing you
These middle class white boy blues
I'm not awkward in most social situations
I'd say most of the time I can play it pretty smooth
Most people seem to enjoy my company
Or at least act like they do
Well sometimes I find myself
In the most perplexing of moods
I don't know what gets into me but I've learned to laugh about it
And that's why I must sing you
These well adjusted white boy blues
I don't always get three meals a day
Sometimes I might only get two
You know I might skip breakfast or something
Well I opened the refrigerator last week
And you know what I couldn't find no food
I mean I could of had some leftovers
But nobody wants to eat those
And that's why I must sing you
These well fed white boy blues
My folks used to always take me to church on Sunday
And you know I still try to go
But I might sleep in or something
Well one time a girl didn't like me
And I thought "Oh no this must mean the Lord does not love me no more"
Then I realized that was probably more my fault than God's
And that's why I must sing you
These saved by the blood white boy blues
I got so many problems
As you can tell from my song
Too few rights
And oh so many wrongs
Maybe one day things will turn around for me
I guess I'll just have to wait it out
I t's a travesty really
And that's why I must sing you
These well fed, well read, never flustered, well adjusted, always healthy, kind of wealthy, saved by the blood white boy blues
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6. |
Mr. Cool
03:38
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He's a high school dropout with his feet planted firmly in the water
He thinks he's a wise cracking go-getter as he sits dumbfounded in his chair
He's a child with a child and wears his baby like a band-aid
He covers his scars with a false sense of responsibility
He blames society, society buys another round
They tilt their heads back while he buries his in the ground
He sleeps in bed with his sister while his parents lay on the floor
He dreams of food stamp parties with plastic homes and plastic cars
He looks so hard on the outside but is really all soft in the middle
He'll never let you inside his dreams no matter how long you knock on his door
You're good at masking all this
Mr. cool
He wears a gold watch but never knows the time
He knows what's gold will glimmer and glimmer can make him shine
He likes to stand out by blending in
Another ordinary Joe, Bob, John, Paul, Peter
Go ahead take your pick
You're good at masking all this
Mr. cool
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7. |
Ode to the Oddball Kid
04:39
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He was born in the backseat of a yellow taxi cab
But he couldn't pay the meter 'cause he didn't have his trousers on yet and left his wallet in his other pants
His papa was an exhaust manifold you know his old lady was a tree
He'll kill you when he's sleeping but everything is innocent when you dream
He drives an '88 Oldsmobile, takes four quarts of Pennzoil a week
He walks like a spider, keeps his devil on a leash
He growls, at that ol' cueball lookin' moon
And he acts like a doctor, whenever there's a nurse in the room
He keeps his Shocktop all in a row
Got the body of a broomstick, face of a crow
His nicotine stained fingers got that viceroy grip
This is the ode to the oddball kid
He lives at the old fire station on Hennepin and Squaller
People always call him and say "Hey man my house is burning down," he just tells them "You got the wrong number"
He's got the tattoo of an eagle, spread all across his chest
But on a body like his it looks like a robin at best
He keeps his Shocktop all in a row
Got the body of a broomstick, face of a crow
His nicotine stained fingers got that viceroy grip
This is the ode to the oddball kid
He's a stumblin', fumblin', stubble chinned bum
Who looks like he traded his last pint of blood for some bourbon at the pub
Broken liver, broken lungs, you know he got a broken heart
At first it was hard, but now he's used to it and got it down to an art
He quit his job getting beat up as a bouncer to be a singer and piano player too
He even got to open up for ol' Buffalo Bob and the Howdy Doody Review
With devil horns, angel wings, dry ice and cardboard cut outs for a band
When he sings it sounds like the circulating of oil in the ol' rundown engine of a '65 Chevrolet that hasn't been started all winter, man
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8. |
Her Final Song
03:37
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She sits in the corner
Gun to her right
Wishing she could
Wishing she might
That's when I came in
Surprised at the sight
I asked what she thinking
She replied
Oohh's
I stood for a moment
Her melody in mind
No words were spoken
But the tongue wasn't tied
It seemed to mean nothing
But summed up her life
No one would listen
So she cried
Oohh's
And the gunshot went off
There was blood on the wall
The revolver fell down
To the wood on the floor
And you couldn't here my scream
For the silence around
And you couldn't hear my pain
So the gun was her sound
I couldn't save her
I stood there and cried
Words now meant nothing
As I sighed
Oohh's
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9. |
Travelin' On
04:01
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Footsteps in the graveyard
Sneakin' up on the ghosts
And the bones of the sinners
And the wicked old souls
Hand claps in the hallway
Of the old Borden home
Applauding dear Lizzie
For the lives that she stole
I'm travelin' on now
Gonna keep my pace
Don't know how long 'till I get there
Don't know how long I'm gonna stay
I can hear church bells ringing
In the empty courtyard
Summoning the spirits
summoning the Lord
I'm travelin' on now
Gonna keep my pace
Don't know how long 'till I get there
Don't know how long I'm gonna stay
And I'm gonna shake these chains off my trail
And I'm gonna shake these chains off my trail
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I see your face, staring back at me
You smile, to cover your grief
You must stay strong, if just for the children
But I don't know, why you ache
Glass, separates us
And I, don't know where I am
I wave, but you don't see my motions
Like you're watching me, from inside a TV set
I'm dead, and this is my coffin
You just came, to pay your respects
You know, you didn't have to do that
But I'm, sure glad you did
You reach out, you try to touch me
You speak, and I can hear what you say
You want to know, what death is like
You want to know, if I feel any pain
I'm dead, this is my coffin
It's so silent, here where I lay
I can tell, I'm not alone here
In this nothing, I must escape
No you can't take me know, I have so much left to say
They still need me there, but the shadows are overcoming me
But if you can hear my voice, if you can hear me calling your name
Meet me, oh, meet me there, at the bottom of the sea
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