1. |
Straight and Narrow
01:31
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I do not know just what I should know.. just don’t know
Do go just where I should go.. just don’t know
Do not walk the straight and narrow.. just don’t know
What you do.. well good for you
What you do.. well good for you
What you do, what you do..
Well good for you
Holding fast to stop start
Trying hard not to fall apart
Focusing all the time
Not to go insane
All do, what we..
Red stop, green start, how it goes
Green start, white stop, bloody nose
All do, what we, do..
We’ll all do, what we, do..
And what, you, do..
I’m sure it’s good for you
And what, you, do..
I’m sure it’s good for you
For me it just won’t go
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2. |
All Distractions
01:25
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Your insecurities
Wear them on your shirt
Celebrate your disease
Show me where it hurts
All those pretty problems are piling up
Like some modern art or monument
As you succumb really want to erupt
Instead take it out on the ones you love
All distractions
All distractions
All distractions
Don’t look now, there’s an undertow
(They all know that you will see it through)
All distractions
All distractions
All distractions
They all know that you will see it through
Mom and dad are really proud of you
They all know that you will see it through
Mom and dad are really proud of you
Wind it up and watch you go
Wind it up and watch you go
Wind it up and watch you go
All so very proud of you
Proud of you
Proud of you
All so very proud of you
Everytime we look there’s nothing new
All those petty problems are piling up
Like some modern art or a monument
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3. |
Ugliest Parts
01:10
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Sometimes the poetry is the ugliest part
Remaining remnants of my still beating heart
A feeling burgeoning from one torn apart
Payback seeming like a work of your art
I see myself flailing out in the dark
I see that handgun that you call your heart
Don’t want to start today
Don’t want to start tomorrow
Trying to giving up things
That cause me sorrow
Don’t want to start
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4. |
Dying Art
00:57
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The dying art of getting out
Just sit around and talk about
Oh what we’ll do when that day comes
From the looks of us we’re far from
Moving out or moving on
Truth is it’s gone on too long
Who is right and who is wrong
It’s time to write this song
In time the kids won’t sing along
Pointing out what they’re running from
Raise the fist or drop the bomb
It’s hard to stop what’s long gone on
The dying art of fighting back
We’ve lost all sense of tact
Don’t know where we’re going
Minds stuck on where we’re at
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5. |
First Through The Towers
01:11
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First through the towers
Breaking down the palisades
Never count the hours
That this uphill battle takes
First through the towers
Staying stubborn till my dying day
Always count the hours
When you’re working for a living wage
Third party, no party, trouble getting started
When the wall’s this high, gets you kinda dis-hearted
The same rules apply, but you’ve been denied
Truth my friend is a fucking lie
Truth my friend is a fucking lie..
Got to break, got to break, it’s going to break
Got to break, got to break down
Got to break, got to break, it’s going to break
It’s got to break down if we’re going to break out
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6. |
Life Games
00:35
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You couldn’t break the chain or the social strain
So you went and you blew them all away
But the killing didn’t stop turmoil in your brain
They were innocent kids anyway
It’s a daily tragedy
A sad catastrophe
With innocent lives in it’s aim
Moving violently
Spreading silently
Desensitization comes in waves
These are the life games and we are the prey
Random mother fuckers to take it all away
These are the life games and we are the prey
These are the life games
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7. |
Pockets Sieve
02:00
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You live life day to day
I’ll play mine by ear
The only trouble is
Finding my way out of here
You live life day to day
I’ll try to cope
The only trouble is
We’re running out of hope
It’s hard to leave when your pockets sieve
All’ve got big dreams / haven’t got the means
It’s hard to leave when your pockets sieve
It’s hard to lead / it’s dragging me
Screaming dreams / scared back to sleep
Whole life to live and you never leave
Your comfort and your deepest fears
Where do we go from here?!?
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8. |
Tourniquets
01:33
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Getting sick to shake up shit
Keeping balance as not to fold
The symptoms growing permanent
Staved off but soon will show
As if not yet evident
Keep reaching brand new lows
All escapes are tourniquets
Keep guard still feel exposed
Keeping up is wearing thin
Thoughts of further giving in
Precedents set by your friends
You could call it settling
Outside world set to explode
Inside a bit closer though
You come to know what we all know
Further down it goes
Staved off but soon will show
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