1. |
Black Or Blue
01:50
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Walking down the stairs to
Hey I think I know you
Ride the road and let fly
My body to the lakeside
By the moonlight a bastards design
Only one thing enters my mind
Hush & speak quietly
Little devils in the backseat
Forgive me, give me hell son
A sinner that I am one
Relax, it's the police
Pick & choose your battles please
Blow onwards down the street
Have some friends for you to meet
My leg is wet, could you come again?
I've fucked my future, all for some skin
Hush & speak quietly
Little devils in the backseat
Forgive me, give me hell son
A sinner that I am one
I'm the puppy dog hound
I'm not coming around
Got dirty blood & a busted lung
I'm not the only one
Hush & speak quietly
Little devils in the backseat
Forgive me, give me hell son
A sinner that I am one
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2. |
Creep
03:14
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Spiders munching on flesh
Pasty & pale again
Praise the curse you little kids
Tip toe into my coffin
And I don't believe in anything (The haunting ghost takes a seat by me)
And I don't believe in anything (It tickles my throat & sings come to sea)
There's a certain tone of words that sounds like a treat
That grabs a hold of me
See my shadow dancing
Skips to the funky beat
Crawls up my skin & whispers
I got your men I got your numbers beat
And I don't believe in anything (The haunting ghost takes a seat by me)
And I don't believe in anything (It tickles my throat & sings come to sea)
There's a certain tone of words that sounds like a treat
That grabs a hold of me
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3. |
Hop Bop
01:40
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4. |
Dance Baby Doggie Daze
03:13
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The Hardy Mill Dam is starting to freeze
And October is giving me the squeeze
All these girls only sing for coke
And I'm falling behind like a bad joke
Always clinging to the sleeves of a green army jacket
The bodies are different but the jackets never change
Always trying to be your groovy man
But I still don't know who I am
Playing catch up with broken feet
The hearts in the rhythm but the rhythm fucked the beat
Trying to make my way into the basement
Trying to figure out where my face went
Can't read between the lines again
Tap my foot and make it end
Always clinging to the sleeves of a green army jacket
The bodies are different but the jackets never change
Always trying to be your groovy man
But I still don't know who I am
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5. |
Molly Water
02:11
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I can't breathe
I lost my back in the backseat
Stagehand at my own release
I'd rather you play these song for me
I'm not singing about Don on the molly
It's a story for another time
Catch some sleep or catch a whisper
About all the friends that you've survived
I've looked inside
Counting sheep but I can't hide
I love to puke & what it means to me
I don't want to believe
Anything exists after 20's
I lost to lust at 17
I've always feared what god could be
If he choose to make me
I'm not singing about Don on the molly
It's a story for another time
Catch some sleep or catch a whisper
About all the friends that you've survived
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