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Intro/ Love and Slavery
02:31
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Darling, I love you. Darling, I love you.
That's why my fist is raised above you.
Don't you dare talk to another guy.
You look like a slut. You look like a slut.
Cover your boobs and stop showing your butt.
If you break my rules, I'll make you cry.
So where does one draw the line between love and slavery? (slavery)
Insecure boys just can't tell.
They can go to Hell.
Apostrophe "s" Apostrophe "s"
Possessive nouns and all of that BS.
Honey, don't you know you're only mine?
She isn't pretty. She isn't pretty.
If you ask me, she seems kinda shitty.
Isn't is just great that I'm so fine?
So where does one draw the line between love and slavery? (slavery)
Insecure girls just don't know.
There's nowhere to go.
Let your lover breathe.
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2. |
Miles and Minutes
02:41
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I waited for your call, but you were busy typing reports.
I couldn't sleep at all, and late at night my mind resorts,
To a bitter state of mind that you know all about.
I cannot take such time, I want to let my feelings out.
And it's sad to know that we live in this world perpetuated by capitalism.
We're going off to college so we can make money to spend it.
If that's the life I have to live, I might as well just end it.
I keep finding traces of you in my head and in my home.
Those traces help me through all of these bitter nights alone.
It's sad to know that we have grown. It's sad to know we're both alone tonight.
Timing is something that I never was that good at.
And after driving for hours, I finally understood that,
The human capacity for love can't be measured in a jar.
But rather in the miles and minutes that I spend in my car.
I would drive to the ends of this giant fucked up world for you.
4 U (for you) - A number and a letter.
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I’m technically an adult, but I am still lost as hell.
Developed mature tastes, but I’m still in love with Taco Bell,
And every night I lie awake in bed living a mental hell alone.
There’s a thin line between fear and sheer frustration.
If uncertainty’s a crime, I’m guilty by association.
Getting up to go to work’s a total devastation I’ve known.
My peers seem so excited to end their lives,
To grow up, work, and get husbands or wives.
Where does that leave me?
Lately, I think I hate me. Someone berate me.
Up at 4 in the morning, I’m deserving the scorning,
I receive. I just don’t believe that I can deceive,
Myself into hoping. I’ll continue coping with life.
My mind is more destructive than the rule of Joseph Stalin,
And if life’s a bed of roses, well I’m allergic to pollen,
And if money is the only thing you care about I’m calling you out.
Because I am comfortable on stage on the night of a show,
I have ruined my life, though it’s not at all with meth or blow.
I have ruined my life because music is the thing I know about.
My friends all seem excited to end their lives,
To grow up, work, and get husbands or wives.
Where does that leave me?
What does one need to make it through this life?
What does one need to make it through alright?
So go ahead and rest - Either way, you’ll be depressed.
Might as well live life to your best. Live to your best!
I’ll continue coping with life.
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Life keeps moving faster for an unlucky bastard like me.
We're both getting older. Your leaning on my shoulder, I need.
And oh, you know the feelings that I feel.
Hello, you're so admirable and real.
So you want to run away,
from nothing at all besides the life that you dread.
Rules you don't want to obey,
Make you want to try to live your life before you're dead.
So I thought I'd write this song to say I'd gladly go along and live with you.
Life keeps getting harder and I'm not getting smarter at all.
I'll continue grieving at the fact that you are leaving this fall.
You were the first to call me broken.
And what's a broken boy supposed to do,
But give up all his broken heart to you?
It doesn't even matter if I see you again.
I can use my imagination and enjoy my false creation.
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5. |
Best of Life
03:04
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Nothing good can last and I am the living proof.
Longing for my past and for my wasted youth.
I don't believe the time was taken away.
So now I leave. I've got my debts to pay.
There's no more fun and no more will to live.
Gave what I could. There's nothing left to give.
Had a good run, but now my time's run out.
Waste of a son I know you'll live without.
[Optimistic Rebuttal]:
Hads ups and downs and made plenty of mistakes.
I'll stick around. I don't care what it takes.
I've got one life, so I'll make the best of it.
And now I go off to live the rest of it.
Looking around, all I see is ignorance.
Looking ahead, there's a light in the distance.
I look away and waste all my time dwelling,
On yesterday, and my brain starts swelling.
[Criticism of Sadness]:
Don't sit around while life passes you by.
Don't sit on the couch and decay until you die.
Stop your complaining, you sound like a bitch.
Like a BITCH.
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6. |
New Year's Grieve
01:47
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Sprawled out on the bathroom floor, as I wait for the year to come.
In the seconds before I break down, I feel a chilling numb,
And suddenly twelve months of sorrow run down my cheeks and hit the ground.
I turn on the fan to hide my not-so-quiet sound.
I've lost so much of the things that make me feel alright.
I'm losing touch with my friends. I miss them every night.
I want to douse myself in gasoline.
Want to flick a match and burn this body clean,
Of fear. It's been an awful fucking year,
And I just wish someone were here to let me know that I will be alright.
But I'm alone and miserable,
Yet happy the awful year ends tonight.
We cannot control our fate, yet we think we can choose,
[Insert Elton John Reference Here]
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7. |
Employee Orientation
03:43
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Hey Dina. You said, with a fake laugh on your tongue,
That you were a single mom with five kids. I bet when you were young,
You thought you could conquer the world. You thought you’d be a happy girl,
But life came to you in the form of a man and he fucked you up with his dry, dirty hands,
And you were left thinking no one understands, especially some kid from a shitty band,
But I know. You lied through your teeth, but not through your eyes.
Hey Nick. You said that you worked for your mother,
And that job was not a bad job, but you
wanted another.
You opened up pretty quick, but your stories made me sick.
With your hands in your lap, twiddling your thumbs, you told us your old boss was totally dumb.
But then you took my words right out of my mouth. You go to county college, but want to get out,
And I know. You lied through your teeth, but not through your eyes.
One couldn't cut the sadness in the room with the sharpest machete.
We were all headed for doom but we were not ready.
Hey Mary. You said your kids are in their forties
And you kept stopping the program to tell us little stories.
I could tell you were annoyed to help the recently employed,
'Cause you kept asking why we wouldn't talk, and I saw you clenching your fists on the walk,
We took through the store, but what would we say? We just do not know each other that way,
And I know you lied through your teeth but not through your eyes.
Hey Dan. You said that you were in a band,
And that you love music. Hey man, I fully understand.
You dropped right out of your school. Society sees you as a fool.
But under the surface, I'm sure there is good,
'Cause nobody's dumb, we're just misunderstood.
And you were so quiet. You didn't say much, but I could just tell you hadn't a clutch,
On your life. You lied through your teeth but not through your eyes.
We're only halfway through employee orientation and I know all of you better than I know myself,
'Cause it's true: I lied through my teeth but not through my eyes.
And I really hope that you like my disguise.
I guess I'll see you around as we work away our lives,
And lie through our teeth but not through our eyes.
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8. |
Respective Perspective
02:43
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Control where they live.
Hold back on what you give.
When their schools don't get enough money and poverty is all they see,
It's not likely that they'll make it out.
Poor rich people get so mad,
When they get taxed. Life's so bad.
They judge ghettos for their crime.
And crime is bad, but I hope that they find,
Some kids get left behind.
Scoff at who they love,
Because it angers God above.
Please hold back your dirty looks.
Don't weaponize your holy books.
Let's all have a grand, happy, gay time.
Warped straight people get so mad,
When a kid has dad and dad.
They just want love for grooms and brides.
Love can be sad, but I hope that they find,
Some love gets left behind.
So much conflict is caused by misunderstanding.
Let's keep an open mind.
And I don't want to see society disbanding.
Let's all be fucking kind.
[Time to get introspective here]:
Preachy singers get so mad,
When they can be just as bad,
As the world that they define,
As a hateful place. I hope they find,
Some hate gets left behind.
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Inbrednecks
03:05
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I bet that you think you look so cool,
Driving your pickup truck home from school.
But to me, you just look like a tool.
I hope you die.
Want to see you lying in a coffin.
I think that you should speak much less often.
Sorry, but I don't think I can soften my angry words.
When I see you in the halls, I don't think that you realize,
You're a hero to yourself, but a moron in my eyes.
And I want to see you pay for the dumb things that you say.
Stop abusing the word "gay" and change everything today.
You are dead to me,
And it bugs me when I see,
Facebook pictures of all of your guns and frags.
Decorate your pickup with Confederate flags,
And the giant sign that says, "God hates fags" in your room.
Blasting country music through your speakers,
Wearing cheap and dirty Nike sneakers,
And snorting cocaine underneath the bleachers at a football game.
When I see you in the halls, I don't think that you realize,
Your idea of freedom was all built on stupid lies.
Doing everything you can to become the fearless man,
But if I insult your swag, you will twist and break my hand.
You are dead to me, and you should know,
Even my English teacher made fun of you.
You look ridiculous with the things you do.
Like driving your tractors. Don't you know that you,
Live in the suburbs?
Spreading massive hate for your religion.
Not able to make your own decision.
Idiocy crafted with precision equals you.
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I see myself as a peanut in a basket in a bar.
My outer shell is salty and damaged and shaped pretty bizarre(ly).
Too many people have touched me and they all left their cracks.
I'm certainly nobody's favorite choice in the world of snacks.
But deep down inside,
Once you get past all that flaky shit,
You'll see I'm full of protein.
'Cause the heart is a muscle and mine is pretty strong.
Drowning in sound as I face another day.
All of the faces I see just fade away.
Surrounded by others, but I still feel alone.
Off to consumption, now that I've fully grown.
Can't you see that I am scared?
Can't you see I'm unprepared?
Can't you see that I was picked too soon?
And its not a lie that I will try,
To keep on going through Hell.
I swear some day, I'll make it out of my shell.
I am a peanut!
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11. |
Credits
04:06
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Thank you so much if you listened to this album,
And thank you so much if you helped with making it.
Thank you so much if you help me through my problems.
I love you. I'm not faking it.
Thank you so much if you are a decent person.
Thanks if you're accepting and compassionate.
Thank you so much if you know the climate's changing.
This is our world. Let's stop trashing it.
Even if you're a bigot, that's not great.
But at least I have someone to hate.
Thank you. Life is dark, but it gets brighter.
Thank you. Just wait her out. No need to fight her.
Life will beat you up and it will work you like a slave.
Here's to hoping we rest easy in our graves.
Here's to hoping we rest easy in our graves.
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