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Zigatron Death Machine
02:56
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Rat poison for the rat
Lick the bones clean
Whispers in my ears
Are they angels? Are they liars?
I don’t think so
Let dead cats lie
Let liars die
Sometimes you have to let the angels cry
Sometimes you need to re-break the bone just so it goes back together again
Sometimes you have to bleed it out, just so you can bleed out again
Lots of rats and lots of corpses
Your willing ego, learn to let go
The day you learn just who you are
My medication’s wearing off
Hey hey hey hey!
Time, time, time
Spread your wings and hope to fly
Eye to eye
Gouge it out and hold your gaze
Catch your breath
It’s easier when no one’s watching
Blah, blah, blah
This and that, so on and so forth
Lots of rats and lots of corpses
Your willing ego, learn to let go
The day you learn just who you are
My medication’s wearing off
Lots of rats and lots of corpses
Your willing ego, learn to let go
The day you learn just who you are
My medication’s wearing off
(You will find) lots of rats and lots of corpses
(satisfy) your willing ego, learn to let go
(something dies) the day you learn just who you are
it’s no surprise,
my medication’s wearing off
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4 Beers Deep
03:03
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4 beers deep in the snow
where you are, she’d like to know
the cops don't fuck with us here
we earn our keep, we let them know
as I sift, wading through
4 beers deep in the snow
4 beers deep in the snow
blow your cab/ blow your cash/ blow your line/ numb your mind
slit your wrists/ do the twist
fuck yourself, fuck yourself
4 beers deep in the snow
4 beers deep in the snow
where you are, she’d like to know
the cops, they try to get in
we cry out “it’s rock n roll”
as I sift, wading through
4 beers deep in the snow
4 beers deep in the snow
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Dream Logic, Real Fear
03:27
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My fire’s gonna kill me, I am in the kitchen
My heart is racing, sometimes three is enough
Let’s have an accident, yeah
My fire’s gonna kill me, I am in the kitchen
My heart is racing, sometimes three is enough
Let’s have an accident
Let’s have an accident
My fire’s gonna kill me, I am in the basement
My legs will not move, the water fills my mouth
I am all about it
I am all about the dream logic
My fire’s gonna kill me, I am in the basement
My legs will not move, the water fills my mouth
I am all about it
I am all about the dream logic and the real fear
Give em the electric cure
Three straps buckled down
Genocide for human kindness
Alprazolam for world peace
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High Gear Death Drive
03:51
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Oh, I want it, yeah
Oh, you got it, yeah
Honey from her mouth to mine
Oh, I need it
Oh, you know it
My death drive in high gear
I sit in the row, waiting for the man to come
Oh man, what if he doesn’t come?
My mouth is full, I hate my gums
I hate the way I hate
I dislike your taste
Make no mistake, the change in your hand is hot
You’re already late
You’re already late
I sat on that green bench
The sun was shining
But everything seemed dark and dirty
I made some conversation with the homeless junkie next to me
His eyes are very kind
What if he robs me blind?
I watch the children play as I waste my life away
Don’t wait for the others because they don’t know any better
Hey I got it, yeah
Oh, I’m dying
Oh, my death drive in high drive
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Classic Upswing
04:43
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Springtime, always
Silver cycle
Always golden, wake
So many small spaces to occupy
So many crevices to get up inside
It’s a classic upswing
Break the ground to get around
You’re in your
Grandmother’s
Basement
Digging
Through linoleum tiles
Wait…
Outside
Her home
Flowers, children
You pick
Tomatoes
Three
So many small spaces to occupy
So many crevices to get up inside
It’s a classic upswing
Break the ground to get around
Upswing
Break the ground to get around
It’s a confluence of vectors
It’s a confluence of vectors
It’s a confluence
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